Cute brunet Mark Reeves alerts blond Luke Taylor to some exposed wiring, but Luke only has eyes for Mark. He tests the waters of desire by nuzzling Mark's neck, and Mark responds by leaning in for a kiss. Their faces blaze with smiles as they explore each other's bodies with lips and hands. Clothes fall away. Luke's cock springs forth in a huge tapering curve enveloped with foreskin backed up by low-hanging balls the size of plums. These are more choices than Mark's mouth can handle alone, so he uses a hand to stroke Luke's cock when he's sucking his balls and he kneads Luke's balls when he's sucking his cock. Both lads have pale, smooth skin unmarked by metal or ink, adding a virginal impulsiveness to their sexual explorations. They continue to smile as they trade roles. Luke stares into Mark's eyes as his cheeks bulge with cock. After an interlude of rimming in which Mark spreads Luke's creamy buns to baste the tight pink hole they guard, Mark stands and plunges his cock into Luke's spit-lubed hole. Kneeling, sitting, standing, they fuck and fuck some more, always kissing, always touching, until they pass the point of no return and erupt -- Mark, onto the floor and Luke directly into Mark's mouth.