Christian, the lanky, sun-kissed farmhand, wanders off from his chores, drawn by the coolness of the creek. Stripping naked, he lets the tall grass tickle his bare skin as he walks. His cock, already half-hard, bobs heavily, slapping against his thigh with each step. He finds a secluded spot, the sun dappling through the leaves, and lies back, one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking his shaft to full hardness. The contrast of his tan skin and the green grass, the sensation of the breeze on his naked body, pushes him closer to the edge. He groans, his abs tensing as he spills his load onto his stomach, the sun warming his spent cock.