Matt gives Brendan the deep-throat treatment at the doorstep.

Matt gave a sudden, low whining sound in his throat as if he had been denied something. Before Brendan could do so much as glance down at the short-haired brunette servicing his balls, though, Matt was grabbing Brendan by the hips. Steadying Brendan against the door frame, Matt opened his lips at the touch of Brendan's cock against them, staring up at him.

"O... oh ... fuck...," Brendan felt a head-rush as Matt abandoned the pretense of gradually taking more of Brendan's cock into his mouth, instead forcing open his throat and shoving his face against Brendan's pubes in a fluid motion. Brendan's mind emptied between seeing the twink swallow his cock, Matt's throat bulging, and the sudden feeling of penetrating the moist heat of a throat, tip to root. Matt's ruddy lips were smashed into the trimmed base of {first_name]'s groin; despite his speared throat, somehow Matt managed to circulate a distinct swirl of saliva with his tongue, lending Brendan the absurd feeling that his dick was literally being washed clean in the spin-cycle that was Matt's mouth.

It felt fucking amazing. "Oh... damn, you're good at this."

Matt gave an awkward semi-smile - the most he could form with a throat filled with cock - before beginning to push his throat back and forth. His nostrils flared in an attempt to take in some small amount of oxygen as he bobbed his head on Brendan's groin. At first it was slower, steadier movements, but each time Brendan's cock fully submerged in Matt's throat, Matt's rhythm progressed faster. Brendan soon felt his shaft throbbing with pressure as Matt's throat gurgled on the Campus Crush's cock, all the while the hand of the twink porn-star worked like a rapid piston on the hairy, absurdly sized organ that jutted from his own open fly.