Facing each other on their knees, Johnny V and Derek Atlas bang their foreheads like bulls locking horns. Each man gropes the hard-muscled body confronting him. Derek¬ís chest heaves; Johnny¬ís abs ripple. They lock lips, and the bulging pouches of their jock straps swell. Derek¬ís face slides across Johnny¬ís pecs, down the midline of his torso and stops at his cock. Derek slurps and strokes on Johnny¬ís massive tool. His saliva drips down the shaft of Johnny¬ís cock and Johnny¬ís sweat drips down his god-like physique. Derek¬ís free hand squeezes Johnny¬ís ass and probes his crack, and Johnny responds by ramping up the blow job to a pulsing face-fuck. Squeezing Derek¬ís balls in his fist, Johnny swings himself around, takes a quick taste of Derek¬ís cock, then lowers his hole onto it. The room echoes with the sound of flesh slapping flesh and voices raised in primal urgency. Derek¬ís cock probes the deep center of Johnny¬ís rock-hard ass as they maneuver from position to position until their loads eject and coat Johnny¬ís pecs. He steals a taste and Derek licks it out of his mouth.