Adam Killian's huge balls hang out of a threadbare jock strap. Sitting on the floor in the corner of a padded cell, he tugs his cock while watching himself in black and white on a closed-circuit TV monitor. JR Bronson kneels on a cot nearby; he is blindfolded, sealed in plastic wrap from his neck to his ankles. Adam crawls to JR on his knees, rubbing his face against JR's butt cheeks. He chews through the plastic to sink his tongue thirstily into JR's hole. Sweat makes the plastic cling to JR's skin. Adam shreds the cling-wrap. He locks his arms around JR's ass in a full nelson, as if they were wrestling. Adam sniffs JR's armpits, bites his nipples, licks his neck. Still blindfolded, JR finds Adam's cock with his hands and guides it to his hungry mouth. Adam roars and stretches, a hairy animal in full heat. He yanks the blindfold off JR before he fucks him, riding deep and using the waistband of JR's jock strap as reins. They press together belly-to-back. Adam fucks JR in nearly every position know to man. JR's orgasm leaves a stream of cream from his nose to his navel. Adam jizzes across JR's ass and eats ever last drop before returning to his corner.
