Facing each other on their knees, Johnny V and Derek Atlas bang their foreheads like bulls locking horns. Each man gropes the hard-muscled body confronting him. Derek's chest heaves; Johnny's abs ripple. They lock lips, and the bulging pouches of their jock straps swell. Derek's face slides across Johnny's pecs, down the midline of his torso and stops at his cock. Derek slurps and strokes on Johnny's massive tool. Continue reading