Colt Spence, the hung jock, commands Nick and Nate to their knees. They obey, their eyes locked onto Colt's sweat-drenched body. Starting with his fat, sweaty feet, they lavish attention, their tongues tracing his arches, their lips kissing his toes. They move up, their mouths on his pits, lapping up the salty sweat. Colt's big cock, throbbing with need, is their final destination. They take turns, their heads bobbing, their hands working Colt's shaft. Colt's grunts fill the room as Nick and Nate serve him, their own desire evident, waiting for their master's command.