You Owe Me, Dude!

Luke and Phil are straight best buds who've been tearing up the lake all weekend on Luke's family jet skis. Phil fumbles Luke's phone straight into the water, so now the only screen left is Phil's. Luke wants to crank one out to some porn and he's not shy about saying so. Phil won't leave his phone behind with Luke's sticky fingers all over it, so the two idiots start making excuses—"just this once," "bro, it's not gay if we don't look at each other"—and end up side-by-side, cocks out, eyes glued to the same screen. The video gets dirtier. Both of them get louder. Excuses keep shifting: first it's mutual hand-jobs for "practice," then Phil's mouth finds Luke's cock because, hey, he "lost" the phone so he owes him. Luke's got ink across his ribs and Phil can't stop staring while he sucks. Soon Luke's on all fours, thick brunette hair stuck to his forehead, taking Phil's dick like they've been planning it the whole trip. Phil's got a tight little rim job going before he slides in, slow then steady, every thrust making Luke grip the sheets and swear louder. They keep switching—Luke's throat working Phil's shaft again, then Phil pounding him deeper, ink and sweat and skin slapping together until both of them lose it.