On his run, beefcake Liam Knox jogs by a familiar stranger: Dirk Caber, home from his workout. Dirk motions Liam to follow him to the back of the house. Their foreheads meet, hands roaming each other. Dirk grips the growing bulge in Liam’s shorts and releases it, rubbing his stubbly face on it. He sucks Liam to the root, smiling up at him. Liam fucks his face, shouting “Gimmie that fucking tongue!” as Dirk licks his sac. Dirk goes up for a kiss, licking Liam’s pit (“Get in there! Taste that sweat!”). Dirk’s throbber pops out in Liam’s face, the sucker flexing as Dirk marvels “Look at the size of those arms!” In the bedroom, Dirk munches on Liam’s jock ass. Liam’s cock pulses as Dirk slides inside, the top feeding his thumb to the hungry bottom. Liam plows Dirk from behind, his bubble butt rippling. Dirk gets on his back and grunts as he gets rammed, their hands clasped. Dirk’s boner shakes as he gets i! t hard, his cock soon covered in cum.