Deep South: The Big And The Easy, Part 2

In the dim glow of a costume shop, Matthew Rush selects a sleek mask for Josh Weston. Josh eyes it with interest, but first, he craves a taste of Matthew's chiseled body. The two muscle gods collide, arms wrapping tight amid dusty papier-mâché faces and faded Mardi Gras finery from long-gone revels. Clothes peel off in haste. They trace each other's rippling abs, palms gliding over rigid cocks that pulse with need. Josh drops to his knees, devouring Matthew's shaft, drawing it deep into his throat with ravenous pulls. They stroke one another then, hands firm and knowing. Matthew kneels next, swallowing Josh whole, his lips sealing around the throbbing length. He shifts lower, tongue circling Josh's hole, fingers easing it open, slick and insistent. Josh returns the favor, lapping and probing Matthew's entrance with equal fire. They rise, bodies slick with sweat. Matthew positions behind Josh, plunging his cock deep into that welcoming ass. Josh mounts him next, riding the full force of those upward thrusts. Matthew pounds with wild urgency, a man possessed. Josh shatters first, spilling in ecstasy, then milks Matthew's release—a perfect cap to their impromptu fitting.