Peter Stallion at CircleJerkBoys.com

As soon as CJB said go, Peter ripped off his shirt and put that magnificent, sculpted chest into view over his sculpted, fat free abs – though it was the tube of flesh tenting the center of his white pants that stole the their attention. Peter flexed his arms, made his pecs dance, and within 15 seconds, his pants were in the same condition as CJB’s mouths…wide open. Straddling the wall as if there was a glory hole carved into it, Peter ground his cock against it as he played peek-a-boo with some of the most perfect pair of glutes ever wasted on a straight boy. As he bends over to shimmy out of his pants, he turns to face us again, our eyes riveting up from the Sequoia-like quads, to the tent in those skimpy black briefs. Peter looks down as he rubs his torso, as if to take us along on the journey of exploring his body, right down to the excavation he does inside his shorts. He is ready to put himself, and us, out of our collective misery, and let the Pride of Prague – those seven thick inches of uncut majesty – come out of hibernation.