Tom Faulk's thick morning wood juts out, aching to be touched. Abel Archer, still groggy, rolls over and takes Faulk's cock into his warm, wet mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and taking it deep. Faulk's moans encourage Archer, who sucks harder, feeling Faulk's cock throb. Faulk pushes Archer back, pulling off his briefs, and dives between his legs, licking and sucking Archer's cock while fingering his ass. Faulk then flips Archer onto his stomach, spitting on his hole, and pushes in, his cock stretching Archer's ass. Faulk pounds Archer, his hips slapping against Archer's ass, causing Archer to moan and leak pre-cum. Faulk pulls out, turns Archer around, and feeds him his cock, fucking his face until he cums, coating Archer's tongue and chin.