Vance Crawford and Lance Luciano arrive in an SUV. The blue skies, sunshine, balmy air and nothing to do make a potent aphrodisiac. Lance's unbuttoned shirt seems an invitation to touch his smooth, firm chest. That's exactly what Vance does, peeling off his own muscle-T at the same time. Vance is paler and slim, with sinewy shoulders, a brightly colored ink sleeve, a ripped torso and a narrow waist with deep cum gutters leading to his bush.