Stocky Josh West doesn't pay particular attention the sinuous ebony rhythms of the ripped Race Cooper, who's bumping and grinding on the dancers' platform. So, Race takes a more direct approach, planting his buns within grabbing distance of Josh's face and winking his hole in welcome. Race's white jockstrap frames his buttocks as Josh reaches out to tuck a bill under a strap. Race continues to shimmy and sway as Josh's tongue lays claim to the hole that was offered. Josh tells Race "I've got something for ya," and challenges him to find it. Race dives for the stiff meat Josh is harboring in his pants while Josh twists a nipple on his hairy barrel chest. Race practically leapfrogs onto the cock he's been sucking for a squealing ride, freeing his cock from the pouch of his jockstrap. Josh delivers it rough, especially when he spins Race around for a standing fuck and slams him like a pneumaticdrill. Pulling up so hard on the waistband of Race's jockstrap, Josh lifts Race off his feet. Race squirts a load while getting fucked, then leans in close to catch Josh's "rain" in his mouth.