Realizing he never got to feast on JR Matthews’ impressive meat, Dean Flynn leads him to another spot in the woods and issues an order: “enjoy”. After tying Matthews to a tree, Flynn drops down and gets to work, deep-throating his broad-shouldered bud. The slow and steady suck is highlighted by copious strands of shiny spit that form almost instantly, connecting Flynn’s lips to Matthews’ meat. As the strands dangle and drip, Flynn looks up at Matthews and rubs his muscular body. He stands up for a kiss, and the two soon unleash simultaneous streams of piss on each other. Flynn then orders Matthews to the ground, tying the bottom’s hands to a stake for another round of fucking. “Just relax,” whispers Flynn, who slides in and out with a sultry rhythm that leads to two more squirts—including a doozy from Matthews that lands on his face and over his shoulder, a lasting image that ends the unforgettable action.