Staxus says: It’s arguably no great wonder that Casey Flip and Johnathan Strake should be somewhat on the competitive side, after all, when you’re racing together like these two buddies then it’s only natural that an element of one-upmanship begins to take over.
It’s what drives both parties to perform their best, after all. Whether that level of competition should drive them to try and push each other over in the dirt mid-race is quite another matter, however; and the rivalry only continues when they’re subsequently back home and dealing with the resultant laundry.
Nevertheless, you can’t help but get the impression that all this jostling for superiority is but a means of disguising the sexual frisson that clearly exists between these buddies; with matters finally coming to a head when the two lads tumble onto a padded massage table together.
Then Strake makes an immediate grab at Flip’s now badly swollen cock and each mate is taking it in turns to feast on man-meat like it’s going out of fashion.
It’s an arguably rather convoluted introduction to the main action, but if anything it only makes the ensuing set-piece all the more energised; with Flip quickly turning his attention to Strake’s ever-insatiable rump, which he promptly attempts to fist, before replacing his hand with his cock.
Seconds on, and with jockstraps finally off, the two mates proceed to rut like a pair of animals, Strake riding Flip’s shaft in a series of positions for maximum effect, before getting an arse-load of jizz as his due reward.
Little wonder the fellow is soon jerking out a terrific wad of his own.