Outta The Park!

Drake Masters, the rival team's mascot, storms the concession stand and wreaks havoc. He trashes Jessie's setup, hurling cups and napkins everywhere. Jessie vaults the counter, ready to boot the intruder out. But Drake yanks down his pants, flaunting his thick cock like a challenge. Jessie demands he cover up, his protests fading as curiosity wins. That meat looks juicier than the dogs on the grill. He drops to his knees and devours Drake's swelling shaft, savoring the salty pulse. His own dick stiffens instantly, straining against his jeans. Drake spots the bulge and grins, hunger sparking in his eyes. He sheds the bulky costume in a heap and lunges forward, wrapping his lips around Jessie's rod. He swallows it whole, gagging wetly, spit dripping down his chin as he chokes it to the root. Craving more, Drake spins and bends over the counter, offering his hairy hole for a lick. Jessie tongues it eagerly, loosening the tight ring with firm, probing strokes. Satisfied it's primed, he grips Drake's hips and thrusts in raw, his plump cock breaching the strike zone smooth and deep. He pounds the filthy mascot with relentless rhythm, skin slapping loud. They switch angles a few times, sweat-slicked and gasping, until Jessie teeters on the edge. Drake flips onto his back, legs hoisted high. Jessie rails him mercilessly, milking cum from Drake's twitching dick in hot spurts. Then he unloads his own, churning it back into that wrecked, greedy hole.