"I'm not really into doing the sucking, Matt, but if you want to get on your knees for me then I'm not going to stop you."

Brendan cocked his head at Matt's offer, finding himself emboldened with the porn star's own direct proposal. He lifted his hands as a complement to Matt's movements, moving to touch Matt's full, red lips. "Well... to be completely honest with you, Matt, I've never been the kind of guy to do the sucking. If you need relief that badly, though, I'm not going to stop you from rubbing one out while you get on your knees and service me, though."

"Wow... Someone's spicy..," Matt sounded genuinely surprised, raising his thick eyebrows before grinning. "But you know what... I like it."

Matt leaned in close, his shorter height apparent as his warm breaths rubbed against Brendan's neck. "Well, Brendan, far be it from me to keep all bottled up when I can help it."

As Matt began to lower himself, mouth frisking across Brendan's shirt, it was apparent that though Matt's cock may have been his claim to fame, his boyish looks and bright smile contributed to his appeal. Brendan stared down at Matt, hands rubbing his shoulders as he saw the twink crouch, mouth even with Brendan's growing bulge.

"It looks like you like me," Matt joked, a hand rubbing over Brendan's groin before his skilled hands began to quickly work through the barriers between him and blowing Brendan. Matt let Brendan's unfastened buckle hang to the side as he unzipped his fly. Matt ran his pink tongue against the thin material of Brendan's briefs, eliciting a moan before he leaned forward. He yanked Brendan's briefs down, deliberately leaning in close so that Brendan's hardening cock flopped and lightly struck him on the face. Matt blinked as the glans collided with his nose, looking up to Brendan with self-amusement and arousal.