Ships that pass in the night. Jake Genesis and Ty Roderick assess the possibilities with body language, not words. Shabby clothing gives provocative views of what is concealed. Jake reaches out with a hand and Ty allows him to touch, moving his body to signal where he wants to be touched. Then Ty reaches out. They play a slow game of touch-and-move-away, each revealing more flesh when the other retreats, to lure him back. Jake tears his shirt to show a muscular chest covered in hair. Ty coaxes his cock out of his pants, inch by hard inch. They kiss. Ty’s head glides from Jake’s cock to his lips, inhaling every pheromone, and smiling. They use their lips, their tongues, their noses on all the exposed flesh, leaving cock for last. The rush of blood into Ty’s erection makes it jerk as he sucks the hardon Jake offers. Jake turns: eat my ass. He lowers his ass, spider-webbed with hair, onto the upright tower that is Ty’s cock. They thrust in counterpoint, first with Ty on his back, then with Jake on his back. They separate and in a surprise maneuver, Jake drives his cock into Ty, whose balls swell to send thick streams of jism coursing over his face. Jake sends his own load arcing across Ty’s abs. He can’t resist bending down for a taste … and a cummy kiss.