After taking one look at Brett standing looking back at him, Tristan didn’t seem too upset that his buddy David wasn’t at home to say the least. As Brett took one step towards him, Tristan’s open seemed pulled into the snake running across Brett’s pants like it was guided by a tractor beam of desire. Brett goes in for a kiss before Tristan drops to his knees, opens his jeans nuzzles his face across the bugle in Brett’s underwear that outlined the full thickness and length of that boner that practically extended beyond his thigh. Taking out that massive pole, Tristan feast on the big mushroom head and begins to power suck that fat schlong, fitting as much of it into his mouth before sliding his knees to open his throat to try and take even more. Looking up at Brett with his mouth bloated with dick, Tristan bangs it on his tongue, licks his balls then stands up and allows Brett to liberate a dick ready for its turn. Brett proves to be quite the cocksmith himself, slurping on Tristan’s meat before standing up and filling Tristan’s mouth again. Arching his back and turning around, Brett’s tongue invades Tristan’s hole, getting it warm and wet for the big task it will be tackling next.
