Flynn, who is intrigued by Damian’s chest, gently licks the nipples. As for Damian his hands reach for Flynn’s ass, kneading the cheeks. Neither can keep underwear on as all of this goes on. Flynn gets on his knees, feasting on Damian’s dick. He looks up as his tongue swirls the shaft. When Flynn gets on the couch, Damian plays with his ass. Damian’s tongue gets all the crevices around the boy hole wet and slippery. All that eating gets him ready for the main course. He leans in, planting his lips on Flynn’s mouth. Then slowly fills the boy up. The shock of the bare rod first hits Flynn. Pleasure next. Damian fucks right to the balls, keeping Flynn where he wants him. However, he’s no brute. He leans in, kissing Flynn’s ear and neck. The boys switch positions. Flynn straddles Damian. Then Flynn guides the meat stick to his opening and sits down. As he rides, he strokes his dick. The sound of flesh against flesh mingle with heavy breathing. Flynn’s meat bounces each time his “special spot” is rammed. “You’re so fucking hot,” Damian whispers as the boys take a brief intermission. Damian moves closer to a sofa cushion’s edge. Flynn plants himself on that cock one more time; now his back is to Damian. “Good boy,” Damian exclaims as Flynn grinds on Damian’s pelvis. Flynn gets on his back. Legs in the air. After adding some “natural” lubrication (spit) on Flynn’s hole, Damian resumes pounding. Poor Flynn. He doesn’t know if he should tell Damian to slow down or beg him to wear him out. Flynn kisses his toes to make things better. He jerks the boy’s dick. Flynn’s toes curl on each other. “I’m going to come,” he says. He beats his tool until there is a succulent explosion. Damian licks some of the juice off of the tip of the dick. Then he returns to hammering. He starts to sweat and when he pulls out he shoots cum all over Flynn’s stomach.
