From a purely visual perspective, Kameron Frost and Picwik couldn’t be more incompatible. Tall, blond Kameron is dressed in boxing gear; silk shorts, red boxing gloves, while Picwik, who is darker and more diminutive in stature, wears an elegant suit and tie. The two men are in a messy garage. Kameron assembled a heavy bag improvised from cardboard boxes. Obviously, there’s a lot of pent-up anger in him today, as he’s pounding his fists with considerable force! Picwiki is impressed. In fact, he’s a little turned on.
Picwik walks over to Kameron and lowers his shorts, brazenly grabbing the taller man’s cock before dropping to his knees and shoving it in his mouth. Kameron’s 9-inch mega-weapon is solid in seconds. Picwik is a sexy guy who gives an insanely good head. Kameron genuinely can’t remember when his dick was last served so skillfully! A well-dressed man kneeling in front of an athlete wearing boxing gloves isn’t a sight you see every day, but it’s certainly one that gets the blood pumping! When the same man in the suit starts greedily licking his protégé’s well-worn sneakers, an intoxicating power dynamic is instantly established. Kameron stands behind Picwik and encourages him to drop his pants, quickly sinking his giant cock into the shorter man’s ass.
They’re hitting full speed before anyone has a chance to take more clothes off! There’s an air of carnal desperation about the encounter. Kameron hits his prey with the same aggression he displayed when throwing punches earlier. An animalistic and total penetration like this cannot go on indefinitely and Kameron soon feels the semen rising uncontrollably in his balls. He leaves just in time to see Picwik spreading his dense load across the concrete floor. Kameron’s own explosion is a legend. He points at Pikwik’s silk tie, but great, mighty arcs of courage fly in all directions, drenching everything within a 3-foot radius.
