The barn doors creak shut, sealing in the intense heat between Grant Armstrong and Tyler Douglas. They strip off their shirts, revealing chiseled, hairy chests. Armstrong runs his hands over Douglas' ass, feeling the anticipation. Douglas turns, bending over a hay bale, inviting Armstrong to take him. Armstrong spits on his hand, lubing Douglas' hole before pushing in, slow and steady. Douglas groans, pushing back, wanting more. Armstrong obliges, picking up the pace, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. They switch, Douglas fucking Armstrong missionary-style on the floor, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum.