Johny Cruz wants to be all serious and studious; Shane Barret, on the other hand, just wants to play and have fun. So, who do you think comes out on top? Let’s put it this way, Cruz’s resistance to his boyfriend’s persuasions never really amounts to much. Indeed, the guy rips Barret’s gaudy underwear to shreds in less than two minutes, tossing his pen and paper aside to give his full attention to the thick, meaty, uncut cock he knows very well is stuffed inside his mate’s pants.
Not that Barret seems in any way less inclined to feast on salami given half the opportunity-especially if his fine performance on Cruz’s button shortly thereafter is anything to go by. But it’s not exactly a surprise to realize that it’s Cruz who’s going to be playing down Barret’s rampant buttpicker; and, after seizing the opportunity to tease Barret’s hole with an enthusiastic anulingus, the boy is soon lying prostrate on the desk taking every inch the top can push in his direction!
Cue a terrific ball-breaking, sack-breaking escapade that will almost certainly get you to the tissues long before Cruz (literally) gets cum-fucked, having ridden Barret’s love handle like the true pro we all know (and love) him to be. But it’s the sight of Barret blanching Cruz’s tongue and spraying cream all over the boy’s cute, youthful face that deserves the most attention – the young stocking lapping up every last drop as if his next ten pornographic placements existence depended on it. In three words – hot, hot, hot!
