Hunter Marx with Dirk Caber Lying in bed, Dirk Caber grinds his groin on the sheets as he watches Hunter Marx shower. He picks up his camera to snap shots, his meat throbbing. He gets into the stall for a kiss, water cascading down their muscle bodies. Hunter gets on his knees, teasing the underside of DirkÂ’s dick. They kiss again, cocks touching, before Dirk sucks backÂ—reaching up to grab HunterÂ’s pec. They eat each other out, Dirk rubbing his stubbly head on HunterÂ’s hole. In the living room, they exchange sucks again (Â“God, you taste good!Â” moans Dirk), Hunter whipping his meat on DirkÂ’s mouth. Hunter fucks him from behind (Â“Come on fucker! Right there!Â”), the bottomÂ’s rock-hard cock splayed underneath against the couch arm. Hunter fingers the precum leaking from DirkÂ’s cock, feeding it to both of them as he fucks. Dirk sits down on Hunter, the bottomÂ’s cock bouncing up and down, before getting on his backÂ—where he leaks again, Hunter happy to feed them both once more (Â“ThatÂ’s you pumpinÂ’ that out of me, fucker!Â”) before they shoot their loads.