Running can be a lonely business – as Alan Sillitoe detailed in “The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner” – but people who play the recorder don’t have many friends either. Perhaps this explains why Florian Mraz and Harry Vakker seem to hit it off so quickly at the start of this spirited duet. Again, it might have something to do with the fact that they’re both first-rate beauties, from whom no sensible person would be hastily kicked out of bed.
To be fair, it’s Mraz who (perhaps unsurprisingly given his previous escapades) provides the initial impetus for proceedings, presented as he is in nothing more than a pair of sexy briefs and casting eyes to the bed at his companion on the right from the start. What’s more, the boy is clearly in the mood for a bit of pairing kink – sniffing Vakker’s running shoes and socks as if he were inhaling poppers. But while the athlete isn’t the one doing the initial running – excuse the pun! – he doesn’t hesitate to respond to his horny boyfriend’s advances; and before you know it, the two guys are avidly 69ing each other on a couch like a couple of sex-starved dicks.
Suffice to say, it won’t be long before Vakker gets a very different kind of workout from Mraz’s overworked asshole – always wearing his fitness tracker around his waist while he does it – at which point you’ll undoubtedly give your wrist an equally furious workout! And the fat-burning antics only end when both guys erupt like two volcanoes, cum literally shooting in every direction imaginable!
