Cabin Fever - Part 1

How can Boston Miles keep his cool lining up a pool shot when Chris Tyler's teasing him with an entirely different game of sticks and balls? Frustrated by his buddy's antics, Boston issues a bolder challenge. The two studs, buzzing with raw hunger, prowl around each other like sleek panthers on the hunt. Boston dives in first, swallowing Chris's thick uncut cock, letting it glide smoothly past his lips. He laps at the weighty balls, then tongues Chris's hairy hole with greedy swirls. Chris gasps, breath ragged, before flipping the script to suck Boston's rigid shaft. Soon, Chris bends over the pool table, hoisting one leg high to bare his tight asshole. That saucy invitation pulls Boston's massive tool right in—the burly stud pounds away with fierce, piston-like thrusts. They twist through positions, bodies locked in relentless rhythm, until they collapse side by side, hands flying over their cocks until thick ropes of cum erupt from each.