Standing up, Slater drops almost thankfully to his knees and eyes his prize: that tube steak of Clyve's that looks like it will burst open the fabric of his pants. Licking up Clyve's thighs and tasting the crotch of those packed white boxer briefs, Clyve snakes his fingers down the back of Slater's jockeys to tease that hole. Clyve sucks Slater's meat and spread his legs, exploring that hole before...