Tiptoeing in the Garden

Lou and Ben soak up a killer summer day at the vineyard, shirtless and already grinning. Ben isn’t hiding a thing—his gaze keeps dropping to Lou’s feet like a hungry dog. Lou notices, grins wider, then slips one warm foot onto Ben’s lap and presses down. The weight alone makes Ben twitch. A few teasing strokes and he’s rock hard against the soft sole. Lou drags slow circles, lets the head of Ben’s cock slide between two toes, slick with sun-warmed pre. Ben grips Lou’s ankle, guides it faster, groans low while the vineyard breeze strokes them both. The next minute the grass is under Lou’s knees and Ben’s sliding in from behind, each thrust shoving Lou forward. Lou pushes back, meets every snap of hips. Sweat, grass, raw skin on skin, the whole open field watching them rut like the well-oiled animals they are. Somewhere a bottle tips, red wine spilling; neither of them gives a damn.