Militia

Their foreheads and lips crushed together, they push their sweaty bodies against each other. Their clothing is threadbare: shredded t-shirts and shabby camo fatigues. What they reveal is tantalizing. Peaked nipples, straining biceps, hairy pecs and a couple of hard-ons that rise between their overheated bodies and meet like an inverted 'V.' Both men are drooling at the prospect of feasting on those rock hard cocks. Landon gets there first, inhaling Alex's massive meat, playing with his foreskin and grasping his balls as if trying to squeeze the cum out. When Alex clasps his hands around Landon's head, it nearly disappears. The 75-pound difference in their weight makes you think Alex will be the top, so it's a surprise when Landon buries his face in Alex's mountainous cheeks, then follows up with his cock. Alex is in pig heaven, grunting and reverse-thrusting to ensure maximum friction against his hole. Then, like an instant replay, it happens all over again with the positions reversed. Landon knows exactly how big Alex's cock is because he carries the imprint in his throat. Huge bursts of cum erupt from both of them as they both fulfill their needs.