Sweat. Fuck. Repeat.

The big game is droning from a radio in the truck bed. Jarrod James isn't watching. He is too busy choking down Lawson James's fat daddy cock in an empty parking lot. Knees grinding against the metal, Jarrod buries his face between Lawson's cheeks and tongue-fucks the jockstrap-framed hole until the bearded stud is soaked and twitching. Lawson flips the script. He pushes Jarrod onto all fours, fingers slipping past the strap and into that tight ass. One digit becomes two. Two become slick encouragement for the bare cock that follows. Jarrod arches, ass hanging over the tailgate, hole swallowing every inch Lawson feeds him. The top fucks hard. Every thrust slaps skin and jockstrap. Passers-by could see, but Lawson does not slow down. He pulls out only to shove his cock down Jarrod's throat, letting the bottom taste his own ass before driving back in. When Lawson finally unloads, Jarrod drops to swallow every drop, milking the last pulses with a greedy mouth.