Brendan continued to suck Matt on the door-step, using his hands to complement what his mouth couldn't handle.

Brendan moaned, the sound managing to escape despite his throat being increasingly pushed upon and bludgeoned by Matt's cock. The porn star's length quickly overwhelmed Brendan's mouth, while Matt's girth threatened to stretch Brendan's throat with even the slightest push into it.

It didn't stop Brendan, though, determining that if there ever was a time that he should start practicing his deep throat skills, it was apparently on the show. It was far from a perfect execution, but then again, Brendan had seen seasoned porn actors nearly twice his age struggle with taking Matt on screen. Using his right hand to steady Matt's shaft, Brendan stared up at the porn star as he tested the capacity of his throat, feeling it bulge with cock even as he stared up to Matt's eyes.

"Hahaha.. fuck... that's right, you're doing it.. it feels so good, Brendan..." Matt didn't hide his surprise that Brendan even was attempting to take him deeper, though neither did he hide his arousal from it. That arousal did not seem to falter, either, when Brendan stopped short with a surprised, saliva-inducing gag. Brendan paused, having to adjust the angle of his head and push, slowly working more of Matt into his mouth. Between attempted bobs of his head, Brendan stared up to Matt's gaze. He felt his lips chap against the veined texture of Matt's cock, which he found himself acclimating to more and more. When his throat and jaw failed him, Brendan learned to compensate by twisting his hands near the base of Matt's huge shaft, stroking what remained of the saliva-wet length.

"Oh... Oh..... fuck," as the treatment continued, Matt's brown eyes became more prone to closing or rolling back, his hips firing more frequently, testing Brendan's quickly gained skills. "Gonna... cum... soon...," Matt grunted.

Reaching down, Matt stroked Brendan's chin, smirking as his fingers touched pools of saliva and spittle that had gathered there thanks to Brendan's occasional moments of enthusiastic ****. "Where do you want it...?"