The brightly colored ink on Warrick Cade and James Ryder echoes the graffiti at the sex playground where they meet. Warrick is a bruiser twice the body mass of James. Except for his bushy beard, Warrick is a smooth slab o’ beef. His hands are mitts that palm James’ head like a basketball, directing it to his face for a kiss or down to his crotch where a massive bone awaits sucking. James chokes at the feral invasion, but with a lot of spit is able to make Warrick’s cock disappear. James controls his gag reflex as his daddy commands him to “love it!” Stroking his own rock-hard meat, James looks up for approval through a slobbery face full of cock. Daddy Warrick growls his pleasure. Stripped and spun around, James is bent over a stack of tires, his thighs pressed against rubber and his bubble butt squeezed and probed. Warrick thrusts his face into James’ tender hole. James grows bold enough to bark commands to Warrick, encouraging him to “fuck me!” The tires become a cradle rocking with the rhythm of Warrick’s tirade against James’ prostate. Warrick plunges again and again, riding out the storm of James’ orgasm then deluging his boy’s face with a thick eruption worthy of so big a beast.