"Let me swallow your cum, Matt."

Brendan had been so proud about how he was handling Matt's cock that that he hesitated even answering, fearing that somehow it would interrupt his learned flow. Still, Brendan knew that he wasn't about ready to let a chance to taste Matt Mason's cum go by. Feeling his mouth wet and the back of his throat heavy with gathered saliva, Brendan stared up at Matt. His hand never fully ceased the complementary pumping motion that he was using to aid his mouth, "I want to swallow you, taste it, if that's okay with you Matt..."

"Of course, you can. You only had to ask, handsome...," Matt grinned down, reaching to once again tease at the slippery wetness on Brendan's chin. He let out a pleased groan as Brendan briefly detoured from his goal, mouth lowering to suck each of Matt's hairy nuts against his smooth tongue. "Fuuuuck, get your mouth back on there or I'm going to pop off without you getting a taste," Matt gave a rough chuckle, the tense urge for release in his voice.

It was not an urge that Brendan intended to deny him. The moment Brendan's lips returned to Matt's shaft, Brendan felt like he could somehow sense the building pressure and tension pulsing through Matt's huge cock. Each time Brendan plunged his mouth down and slipped his tongue across the thin skin, it felt as if somehow Matt's cock was getting fatter, swelling up for that ultimate release. Brendan found an anxious urgency to taste Matt, his own cock throbbing in the confines of his clothes. Brendan needed it, pushing himself to move faster, steadier, anything to finally get to Matt's release. And then...

Brendan felt it. He felt the spasms of Matt's cock, he tasted the musky fluid of Matt's cum, and heard the porn star breathing heavy and gasping. Matt was cumming. Matt was cumming... a lot. "Oh.. fuck.. Oh, that's right, take it, Brendan... that's what you wanted right? Suck the cum out of my cock!" Matt half-shouted through hooded eyes and shallow breaths.

It was what Brendan wanted. He moaned around the thick shaft and swallowed, tongue lapping around to retrieve the pools of the thick fluid that had already collected in the sides of his mouth. Brendan gripped onto Matt's hips and felt each spasm give him more to swallow, starting with heavy bursts, which slowly tapered to salty dribbles...

Brendan swallowed it all. Well, he thought so... Matt was happy to run his fingers and collect what had inadvertently slipped passed Brendan's lips, offering it to him to suck off from his finger-tips.

"Haha.. thanks, I needed that..." Matt grinned down.

Brendan grinned back, his thoughts interrupted by the flash of video camera lights and Paul's playful, chiding voice.

"Well, gentleman, I do hate to be the one to interrupt an afterglow, but Brendan do have plenty suitors still waiting..." Paul smirked down at Brendan, even as the 'eligible bachelor' quickly moved to scramble back up to his feet, erection still strained against his pants.

Matt smirked, at 5'8" once again having to adjust his vision to look up to Brendan rather than down. "Well Brendan... I.. uh, better go inside, but hopefully I'll be seeing you real soon. You should ask for some private time with me. I'm not one to leave a favor un-returned, after all." Matt turned away, and with a pleased-sounding chuckle, moved inside.

"Well. then..," The red-headed host looked at Brendan with a sly smile of his own, before continuing...