Cowboy And The Quarterback

Drake Von is decked out in football gear. As he walks, coming up behind him, is Calvin Banks. He’s on an all-terrain vehicle, wearing a cowboy hat. Calvin offers him a ride and Drake gets on, wrapping an arm around the cowboy’s waist. They drive up to a shed. Calvin stands up but Drake isn’t ready for him to leave. He wants some practice time. He stands up, unbuckles his belt, and places his pale butt right in Drake’s face. Calvin moves a leg so Drake’s tongue can work its magic. The wizardry leaves Calvin’s hole doused with spit. He’s ready, like a good cowboy, to get in the saddle again. He pulls his pants down a little further, sitting on Drake’s bare dick. Drake grabs Calvin’s hips, guiding him on his rod. “Push it in me,” Calvin pleads. “Push it.” Calvin’s insides are smashed. And he wants each stroke. The football player is busting his cowboy. They move to the shed for shade. Calvin bends over, grabbing a post. The quarterback pushes his way back in the hole. Calvin groans in gratitude. “Take that fucking cock,” the quarterback demands. “I might have to get the whole team on you next.” Calvin is ready for all the football dick he can get. Drake’s pace picks up. Drake holds Calvin’s undershirt, guiding the cowboy’s hole on his slab of beef. Calvin moves to a riding lawn mower, pointing his legs in the air. When Drake reinserts his dick, Calvin’s eyes widen. His own massive meat is hard as a rock. Calvin spreads his legs so his hole can be pummeled. “Fuck the cum out of me,” Calvin implores. “Please don’t stop.” Man milk explodes out of Calvin’s cock. He’s fucked so hard he loses his cowboy hat. Drake pulls out, jerking over Calvin’s face. “I’ll fucking soak you,” Drake promises. His seed splatters on Calvin’s outstretched tongue and face. He kisses Drake’s staff, licking the juice that dribbles down. The scene closes with Calvin licking Drake’s fingers.