Damien Crosse and Seven Dixon have staked out their cruising territory in a dim passageway. Damien is splayed out on a palette, no shirt, jeans dropped to his knees. His biceps flex as he strokes his fat boner, dripping precum onto his abs. Seven leans against a doorway, his motorcycle parked nearby. The muscles of his massive torso glint with blue light. Unable to resist any longer, Seven crosses over to Damien and sucks his hefty cock. Damien snarls as he fucks Seven’s face. Intoxicated by pheromones and man smells, Seven licks Damien’s pits, collecting sweat and scent with his lips. They kiss, and Damien tastes himself on Seven’s tongue. No longer guarding his intentions, Seven lies on his back and offers his hairy hole to Damien’s thick, uncut dick. They fuck like beasts; their bodies flex and intertwine as their grunts and moans fill the alley. When they climax, Damien shoots a torrent of cum in Seven’s mouth, and Seven sprays his load across the alley.