Rob Tadeus slouches against the wall of the shoddy restroom, lying in wait. Kenny Rogers waits outside a cubicle, eyeing the fresh faced slacker, who kneels and peers through the wall's glory hole at the might piece of glory getting hard before his eyes. It's a giant, throbbing cock, and Kenny scores a bull's eye when he thrusts the imperious meat through the hole and smack into Rob's mouth. Lavish lip-loving makes his moan as he accepts Rob's sensational cock worship. Kenny pulls the cocksucker up, rams his cock in dude's moist hole, and batters it every which way--standing up, face down on the floor, leaning against the wall. The pressure about to boil over, and he sits on the can and guides Rob's hand to his horse-cock, giving up to the ecstasy that pulls his cum up from tightening balls and sends it spurting. Rob plants his mouth on the semem-ized and still hard cum-spitter, and his own pulsating prick flares up its colossal load.