Poor Pete Ross somehow managed to scrape up his ass. Down in the locker room, JD Kollin is more than willing to ease the pain. Even though J.D. passes off the encroaching gay sex as experimentation done on the sly, this skillful fucker has had more practice than he lets on. He expertly wraps himself around Pete, his hot kisses the perfect warm-up. JD's electric voice and steady stream of verbal filth keep Pete very interested and achingly alert. If you can tear your eyes from JD's chest and sculpted arms, check out his prick, snake-like in the way that it curves down and then slightly up. Some armpit worship gives way to a hearty rimjob, J.D. soothing Pete's damaged rear with some wet, sloppy tongue therapy. And eventually their jockstraps have to come off when the fucking begins. J.D. tops with aplomb, pumping Ross's ass with unique flair. When J.D. sits on Pete's face and his honey starts to squirt, Pete erupts vociferously. Watching Pete get off forces JD to blow.