The golden light of the setting sun streams into the hayloft, casting a warm glow over the two men. Brice, his body glistening with sweat from a hard day's work, leans back against a stack of hay bales, his cock standing proud and ready. Davis, his eyes shining with lust, climbs onto the makeshift bed, straddling Brice's hips. He grinds against Brice, feeling the farmer's cock press against his hole. Brice, with a grunt, grabs Davis' hips, lifting him slightly before pulling him down, impaling him on his thick cock. Davis moans, feeling the farmer's cock fill him, stretching him deliciously. The hay rustles beneath them as they find their rhythm, their bodies slapping together, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air.