Brendan goes to his knees.

"I...," Brendan glanced at the camera and thought of the implications of agreeing to Matt's request. He realized the show was expecting horny, salacious guys; a glance at Paul showed that the host didn't seem intent on intervening.

"You know what... let's fucking go for it."

Brendan positioned himself in front of the entryway of the fraternity house, allowing Matt to lean against the door-frame. Unsurprisingly, the decorated porn star wasn't shy as he wrapped a hand in Brendan's hair and guided him to the ground. As Brendan felt the hard bite of cement at his knees, he also felt the much softer brush of Matt's high-quality denim inadvertently brush his chin; Brendan worked to unclasp Matt's leather belt and fly. A camera focused overhead as Brendan revealed the bright red color of Matt's briefs, the blatant logo across the waistband likely some form of paid advertising that Matt was involved in. The waistband, of course, wasn't the subject of Brendan's focus as the still semi-soft outline hinted at why the 5'8" twink porn star was so popular.

Brendan gripped at Matt's waistband and glanced up at his face; when he got only a grin and wink in response, Brendan shoved down the briefs to reveal Matt's groin to the streets and screen. On any guy, Matt's cock would have been big, but on the 5'8" and skinny male, Brendan reasoned it would look almost comical if it didn't so quickly push his mind to blatant horniness. Brendan's blue eyes glanced up as the extra-wide prick swung in front of his nose. In addition to being hung like a mammoth, Matt was known for being a surprisingly hairy guy below the waist. The 'natural' twink's curly black pubes blended with the slightly less coarse, longer strands of hair covering his thighs and balls.

"Go ahead, Brendan, put it in your mouth..." Matt pressed his hips forward.