In a dimly lit room, Wesley's brown-haired head bobs as he slurps Devin's cock, his own hard-on throbbing against his stomach. Devin, loving the attention, decides to up the ante. He pulls out, and with a wicked smile, lets loose a torrent of piss, soaking Wesley's face and chest. Wesley gasps, but his hand never leaves his cock. He strokes faster, the sensation of Devin's hot piss mixing with his own pre-cum driving him wild. He leans in, catching the last dribbles with his tongue, savoring Devin's taste before they both explode in a messy, golden shower of release.