As Ricky lends a hand to support Mark as he struggles to lift himself up from the weight bench, Ricky‚Äôs big paw almost extends over the sides of Mark‚Äôs tiny little waist. As Ricky looks down at Mark, his thought bubble says ‚Äúlunch‚ÄĚ and he decides it time for Mark to eat. He takes Mark by the head and grinds it all over his bulge. Shucking his shorts, hauling his bone, he grabs Mark by the hair and uses his mouth, ordering him to open wider & go deeper until he finally cradles his skull and fucks his face, pulling out only to slap the big pole across his cheeks, force feeding more dick then he ever thought he could handle. After dragging him over to the chair, Mark‚Äôs mouth strains to engulf the still hungry pole. Fucking Mark's mouth drive Ricky over the edge and he unleashes a pent up load that criss crosses Mark‚Äôs face, slimes up his air and drips off his chin like the snow melting in the noon day sun.