Fur and muscle collide when Billy Santoro and Hunter Marx hook up in the warehouse. Their jock straps are so worn and crusty, you can almost smell ¬íem. Their abs are ridged, their nipples are hard, and rock-hard cocks emerge from the pouches of their jocks. Look close: Hunter has a finger or two in Billy¬ís hole. Those fingers make way for Hunter¬ís tongue, causing Billy to dip and sway and hold onto a step to stabilize himself. Now is a steady rocking pattern, he orders, ¬Ďtongue fuck me; get it wet; lick my balls.¬í By then, Hunter has such a steely erection that if he doesn¬ít stick it in Billy¬ís hole it¬ís going to burst. Billy wants to get fucked as hard and fast as Hunter is able, and he puts his muscular glutes to work to help. They¬íre so into it they work up a powerful sweat. Billy¬ís nuts pull up so tight in their sac, it won¬ít be long before he shoots. They lock tongues and grab their cocks. Hunter pipes his hot load straight into Billy¬ís mouth and licks it out again while Billy¬ís sprays across his abs.