Mike Mann and Jet

Mike Mann and Jet stand with their muscular, tattooed frames pressed close, the dark hair of both catching the light as they work the banana between them, licking its curve, kissing its peel, then holding it just past Jet’s tight hole before tracing the slick flesh with their tongues. The glory hole’s hidden frame frames them, the banana a shared tool as one guides the other’s mouth to the spot where they both want to taste.