Corbin Fisher - Justin & Dawson

Fucking Justin: This remastered scene totally nails what CF stands for: a ripped, hot upperclassman like Dawson showing a wide-eyed freshman the ropes to wild new thrills, not just cranking up the heat with another young hunk but unlocking all sorts of personal discoveries along the way. You're in for more than six extra minutes of steamy footage, with CF fave Dawson easing in the new CF beach boy Justin. Just like plenty of other dudes hitting the CF scene, Justin's dipping into his sexual side, and he's about to score some top-tier guidance from our straight-A stud Dawson, the king of hands-on lessons. We chatted with Justin beforehand, and even though he's got some history messing around with guys, he doesn't call himself bi. The guy's chill about it all, digs what he's tried, but swears he doesn't "like boys." Like I pointed out to him, what you do doesn't always pin down who you are. Dawson's itching to pound Justin, and Justin's all in for it. I mean, who wouldn't jump at that? Dawson leans in for a kiss, then slips a hand under Justin's shirt and into his shorts, locking lips while running his fingers over smooth skin, feeling the warmth and the quick breaths. Justin grins as Dawson pulls back and says, "Looks like someone's skipping underwear today." I quizzed Dawson on what Justin's hardening cock was saying, and he flashed a smirk, replying, "Could be he likes boys after all." Justin's smile widens, his cheeks flushing a bit under the room's soft light. Dawson's a pro at guiding guys to new levels, and somehow he just senses how to push boundaries. Credit his killer instincts for figuring out Justin would melt from having his toes sucked, the wet warmth pulling soft gasps from him as Dawson's tongue swirls around each one, tasting the faint saltiness. Next, Dawson drops down and takes Justin's throbbing dick in his mouth, sucking slow and deep, the slick heat making Justin's hips buck lightly. Justin flips it around and returns the blowjob, his lips stretching around Dawson's thick shaft, bobbing with eager slurps that echo in the quiet space. They shift into a full 69, bodies tangled, mouths working each other hungrily until it morphs into a rimming twist, Justin's very first time tonguing a guy's ass. He dives in, lapping at the tight ring with tentative flicks that turn bolder, the musky flavor hitting him as Dawson moans low. Justin's groaning too, face buried against Dawson's cheeks, and he pulls back just enough to say how amazing the rimming feels on his own hole, the wet pressure sending shivers up his spine. Dawson growls, "Can't wait to bury my dick in that ass." He hawks a thick spit right on it, the cool drip mixing with Justin's heat, then eases a finger inside, twisting gently to stretch the virgin-tight grip. "Fuck, it's so damn tight," Dawson mutters, feeling the clench around his knuckle. Justin breathes out, "Tight just for you," his voice husky with the building ache. That fires Dawson up, so he adds a second finger, scissoring them in the snug warmth, drawing out louder moans that fill the air like a needy rhythm. Dawson gives Justin's ass a firm spank, the sharp sting blooming red on pale skin, and figures he'll test another digit. He works in a third, the stretch pulling a surprised gasp from Justin, both of them wide-eyed at how it fits. They can't wrap their heads around it, so Dawson ramps it up, sliding all four fingers deep, the intense fullness making Justin's body quiver, his hole pulsing around the invasion with slick, heated friction. Justin's primed for the real deal now, his ass relaxed and begging. He gets on all fours, then pushes back onto Dawson's waiting cock, the thick head breaching him inch by inch, filling him with a burning stretch that has him biting his lip. Dawson thrusts hard, skin slapping against skin in a steady pound, the room thick with their grunts and the scent of sweat. He flips Justin onto his side, sliding back in from that angle, the new position letting him grind deeper, hitting spots that make Justin's toes curl. Dawson's all about his partner's high, locking eyes with Justin during the fuck, their gazes intense amid the raw connection. Justin pants, "You're nailing me so good. My cock's rock hard!" The words hang heavy, his erection leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. Dawson holds the pace, bodies slick and sliding, before rolling Justin onto his back. From there, Justin gets an up-close eyeful of Dawson's sculpted abs and chest flexing as he plunges in slow and deep, each thrust deliberate, the drag pulling whimpers from Justin's throat. He can't hold it anymore, the pressure coiling tight. "You want me to cum?" Justin asks, voice breaking. Dawson nods, and Justin unloads, ropes of thick, warm cum splattering across his own stomach, the sticky heat pooling in his navel. Dawson picks up speed, slamming faster, chasing his peak with urgent drives that shake the bed. He yanks out at the last second and blasts into Justin's waiting mouth, one hot jet arcing over his lips and trickling down his cheek in a glossy trail. Justin swallows what he can, then cleans Dawson's cock with soft, thorough sucks, tasting the salty remnants. Dawson pulls him in for a kiss, their mouths mingling flavors, and says they need a shower to rinse off. In the steamy bathroom, Dawson chats with Justin post-fuck, soaping his body with foamy hands that glide over every curve, asking how he dug his first guy rim job and that initial swallow of cum, the soapy suds carrying away the evidence while they talk. Dawson shares his own first cum-tasting tale, the memory making them both chuckle under the warm spray. It's a solid bro moment, all trust and openness. As he lathers Justin's round ass, Dawson praises the perfect bubble shape, itting he nearly lost it early but was loving the fuck so much, the tight grip and moans keeping him hooked, he dragged it out. Dawson hints at wanting a second round down the line, and Justin nods, saying he'd totally be game for more of that intense ride. The water rinses them clean, leaving just the afterglow and easy vibes between the two studs.