HandPacked 1

Midday sun beats down on a Midtown rooftop when Ruben D'Angelo and Tony Serrano drop by for a quick beer. Serrano barely gets the first sip before D'Angelo pops the can open and takes his thick, uncut dick in hand. One hard swallow later both studs stand naked, heat rising off their skin. Serrano drops to his knees, tongue deep in D'Angelo’s crack, licking him open right there under the open sky. D'Angelo’s hole twitches, greedy, and he bends forward, ass up. Serrano slicks his fist and pushes in—knuckles stretching that hungry ring in broad daylight. Each slow pump makes D'Angelo grunt louder, legs shaking, body rocking on the concrete ledge. No one downstairs has any idea a fist is buried deep in a bare ass ten stories above the street.