A hot shower is the perfect antidote to Tahoe’s wintry chill, and Angel Rock dreamily plays with himself under the spray. Roving hands pinch his nipples, slide over his flat stomach, squeeze his furry pecs and drop to his cock. The cock, emerges from a dark bush. It’s thick as Angel’s wrist, with a translucent foreskin he slides back and forth. Sighing, Angel snaps back to reality and grabs a towel. Exiting the shower, he collides with Brandon Jones. Knowing an opportunity when it knocks, Brandon yanks the tented towel off and scoops Angel into his arms. He remains clothed as he kneels to suck. Angel feeds him that foreskin, circling his shaft with a thumb and finger and making the head of his cock disappear under the skin. Brandon goes cock wild, grabbing the fat salami to try it. In the bedroom we see the rest of Brandon — long and lean, without an ounce of fat. His ass is the target of Angel’s tongue, which flicks and corkscrews until Brandon writhes in ecstasy. The hotness reaches a melting point when Brandon is face-down on the bed. Angel drills deep from above and Brandon thrusts back at twice the speed, using his long thighs as meaty springs. Their exertion is rewarded with cum geysers that leave them collapsed.
