Greyson Lane Welcomes Toby Brooks: Guys In Sweatpants

Greyson Lane and Toby Brooks clash in a mentor-meets-rookie breeding session where Southern charm collides with unquenchable bottom hunger. Fresh-faced Toby—a ripped Oklahoma stud with a passion for line dancing, heirloom tomatoes, and taking thick cock—wastes no time proving his prowess as Guys In Sweatpants’ newest power bottom. Their chemistry ignites under the sun during a shirtless flex-off, Greyson’s veteran gaze locked on Toby’s muscular bubble butt straining against denim. The duo retreats indoors, where Toby’s “daddy” whispers grease Greyson’s dominant gears, the seasoned top peeling Toby’s jeans off with teeth and tongue.

Greyson’s hands worship Toby’s farm-bred physique—every ridge of his abs, every curve of his glutes—before his mouth claims the rookie’s hole. Toby’s back arches off the bed, his drawl dissolving into breathless moans as Greyson’s cock spears him bareback, the slap of skin echoing through the barn-turned-boudoir. “Fuck me like you own me,” Toby growls, and Greyson obliges, pistoning into the Oklahoman’s vise-like grip with decades-honed rhythm.

The camera lingers on Toby’s transformation: sweat-drenched chest heaving, beard glistening, hands clawing at Greyson’s shoulders as he milks the top’s load deep into his guts.