Locker Room. Rodney Steele tops Ryan Woods. Rangy Ryan Woods’ head and torso are clipped closer than a Marine’s high ‘n tight. Ready for action. Rodney Steele’s got an athlete’s taut body, and the look of your classic coach—he’s even got the whistle round his neck. He’s a smaller guy, but sure dominates his bigger buddy. Doesn’t have to coach him at all. That old jock strap crotch-rub has the testosterone rising. Ryan approaches Rodney as if commanded, kneels before him—and Rodney passes his plump cock into Ryan’s mouth. But coach Rod wants Ryan’s cock, too. He slides his lips over its smooth shaft, until they pile up against the groin’s tightly clipped stubble. Talk about suction. The dude’s worked up for some serious spermin’, and lets it fly. The guys get into ass-eating like they were starved, tongues jammed into a funhole feast that gets them both hard as nails. So Rodney nails Ryan, pounds that pearly ass with athletic abandon, power drives his sausage so hard up the chute that Ryan moans in ecstasy, “That’s it! Oh, yeah, fuck that ass!” The flexible little fucker leans forward and sucks Ryan’s fine piston into his mouth without breaking the rude rhythm of his hot humping. Does that bring up man-sized shots of man-spunk? You ball-bustin’ bet it does.