Hayden Clark completes drilling the greedy fuck-hole of Skyelr Bleu only to move on to his distressed beau Kurt Summers. Back at Kurt's place Hayden gives the other half a chance to practice his phat jock fuckpole. We wonder if he can taste his boyfriends crevasse as he tries to push all of Hayden's rock rock-hard rod-monster down his mouth. Kurt bellows as Hayden catapults his moist torpedo up Kurt's pinkish rear entrance and gives him a few slaps as he harshly humps the guy. Kurt takes a violent romping from Hayden, then gets punched pounded by the beer can manmeat causing him to drizzle out a sticky fountain, only to be upstaged by Hayden's warm shot of mayo all over Kurt's used and bred rump.