Andrew Collins and Cooper Reed

As Andrew's fingertip every so lightly hovered over the new tat, Cooper stripped off his shirt to display the marking on his other arm. As Andrew reached over, his hand came in for a landing on Cooper's big pec and in a move that took everyone by surprise; Cooper's tongue came in for a landing somewhere around Andrew's tonsils. Breaking the kiss to stand up, Cooper opened his jeans, pulled down his boxers to reveal his heavy, thick, uncut veiny throbber that was rock hard by the time he put his hand on the back of Andrew's head. Andrew stripped off his shirt and Cooper sat back down and as Andrew's head bobbed up and down on Cooper's pole, Andrew rubbed the bulge in his red jock. Andrew got up, pushed the fabric of the punch to the side to let his own cock breathe as Coopers took the hint, the bait and that cock in his mouth. As Cooper fisted his own still hard dick, he powerful gaze commanding Andrew's attention as he looked up into Andrew's very wide eyes and sucked away with conviction of a guy hell bent on doing something right.