The Other Side Of Aspen VI

Shane Frost kneels before Gavin Waters, his mouth stretched wide around the ripped stud's stiff, thick prick. He takes it deep, throat working with greedy rhythm. Gavin peels off his shirt, revealing that imposing chiseled frame—muscled pecs bulging over washboard abs, his cock standing big and firm like a promise kept. He reaches down, hauls Shane to his feet. Their kiss crashes in, deep and hard, tongues battling for dominance. Then Gavin drops low, engulfing Shane's rigid cock in his hot mouth. Shane smirks, taunts his buddy with a husky whisper—'That all you got?'—before sinking back to his knees. He resumes sucking, fervent and unyielding. Pants and moans fill the air, building to a fever. Gavin erupts first, blasting Shane's mug with heavy ropes of cum, thick streams painting his face in sticky triumph. Shane strokes himself harder, faster, until his own voluminous load coats Gavin's uncut prick. In a frenzy of lust, Shane laps it up, devouring every drop.