With their lips locked, the scruffy chin of JR Bronson grazes Marcus Ruhl’s face. After opening his own fly, JR is quick to his knees—one hand on Marcus’ beefy pec, the other on his groin. JR releases the dark and handsome stud’s big, floppy cock—immediately sucking the uncut slab. Marcus puts his hands on the back of JR’s head, fucking his face. The breathless sucker comes up for air, a strand of spit connecting his mouth to the wet cock. Marcus sucks him back, JR’s fuzzy pecs looking down on him. JR bends over the workbench to get his smooth hole munched, Marcus then fucking him from behind—his balls banging the bottom’s ass. JR arches back and looks at the top in action, then gets on his back for more (“Aww yeah! That feels good!”) as Marcus leans down for a kiss. They release their loads, coating JR’s furry quad.