In one corner is Marcus Ruhl: olive skin, bulging muscle, thighs built to wrap around a guy. In the opposite corner, Jessy Ares: full beard, fat cock, manscaping-be-damned. There's no bell, but imagine the director calling "Action," and they meet in the center and kiss instead of shaking hands. Both guys are naked, and wielding hardons. The sheer mass of flesh demands a different kind of foreplay: some punching, some pushing and shoving to determine the pecking order...or the fucking order. Jessy jumps on a table and wraps both hands around Marcus's neck, immobilizing it for a rapid face-fuck. Don't fail to feast your eyes on Marcus's amazing buns as he endures the assault on his larynx and ups the ante by lifting Jessy off the ground and sucking his balls too. That's worth a kiss and a chance to drill Jessy's face. Marcus then puts his haunches in Jessy's face, for a tongue-basting and drilling that leave Marcus gasping at both ends. It's Marcus' ass end that gets Jessy's cock, heavy and hard and ready to do its worst on Marcus's dripping hole. The dripping is contagious, and soon both men's cocks are dripping with the aftermath of the explosions of four balls achieving simultaneous release.