Corbin walks in on Kyle, his blond-haired mate, lost in the throes of self-pleasure. Kyle's tan, smooth body glistens with sweat as he strokes his rigid cock, his brown locks falling over his eyes. Corbin, equally aroused by the sight, joins in, his own hardness tenting his shorts. They lock eyes, and the game changes. Kyle leans over, taking Corbin's length deep into his throat, gagging slightly before finding a rhythm. Corbin moans, his hips bucking as Kyle's warm, wet mouth works him over.