With their gfs away on some kind of all day errand, Johnny Hill and Dalton Riley sun themselves by the pool, bored as all get out. Dalton makes the remark that the gals may as well be dating each other, which foreshadows the events to come, as Johnny gets a sight that suggests that may not be the worst idea. Dalton says he’s heard all about Johnny’s skill in the bedroom from his sis, Johnny’s gf, and Johnny says Dalton’s sista has told him that it’s Dalton who has that excellent manmeat, so curious, they take themselves inwards to settle this bet once and for all. Observing that both of them are well hung, Dalton slowly reaches out for Johnny’s fuck-stick, taking it in his forearm and delicately stroking it as it gets more and more hard. Johnny insitinctually kisses Dalton, then instantaneously withdraws, apologizing for losing his head. Dalton tells him he liked it, and both studs determine to give in to their urges as Dalton drops to his knees and inhales Johnny off. Johnny increases in size ultra-cute and rock hard, and Dalton pleads him to pulverize him, so Johnny arches Dalton over the back of the sofa and leisurely slides his hard pinkish cigar deep inside. Johnny’s humid chisel packs Dalton’s crevasse as he stuffs him from behind, but Dalton wants to be in manage, so he mounts Johnny and gives him the ride of his life. Johnny’s salami is firm as it nails Dalton’s slot, and prepped to jizm, he flips Dalton over and humps him missionary. Dalton shoots a explosion rigid as Johnny resumes to pummel, releasing and spunking all over Dalton’s crevasse before shoving his stud sausage back inside and breeding his girlfriend’s brutha in what surely won’t be the last fucky-fucky inbetween them. Love!