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Clayton and his buddy Gavin are just relaxing indoors on a rainy afternoon. Gavin, who has trained for years in martial arts, decides to show Clayton some specialty moves for self-defense. After being tossed to the floor one too many times, Clayton suggets Gavin do something else while they're both lying there on the rug. Gavin takes Clayton's cock into his mouth with ease, sucking like he's had training in that art as well! After slurping Clayton to rigid rock hardness, Gavin takes a break on the ottoman. Clayton returns the favor, and deep-throats all of Gavin's ample tool. Clayton, having sucked Gavin's dick into a throbbing, ready rocket, decides it's time for more maneuvers. Clayton bends over his fuckbench, grasping firmly to the end of the bedpost as Gavin slides inside him. Gavin's girth is very nearly too much for Clayton to take. Screaming out, Clayton finally centers himself by chomping his teeth into the footboard! Clayton bends over onto the ottoman, holding on, as Gavin plows into his tight ass. Exasperated, Clayton says he can't take it anymore. Gavin follows to the bedside, re-entering Clayton as soon as he's laid down. With the merciless pounding showing no sign of an end, Clayton takes matters into his own hands. Now, with Gavin on his back, Clayton slowly pushes his cock inside him, saying, "It's a good pain". Crying out for more, Gavin grabs at his own manmeat with fierce intensity. Gavin's angry purple head shoots his seed, squirting it all over his chest. Clayton brings his engorged cock up to Gavin's face. As Gavin whispers, "Cum on my face", Clayton spills dollops of creamy goodness onto Gavin's cheek. Clayton pauses for a moment, to catch his breath. Gavin smiles. With cum still dripping toward his chin, he says, "Still wanna learn Karate?"
Roman Rivers sits down on my couch to get comfortable with Ezra, and is happily distracted by the boy's innocent charm. They discuss sports, working out, and training for a bit. But the obvious heat of their mutual attraction drowns out their otherwise awkward conversation. I suspect that Ezra's lithe body would melt like golden, rich honey in Roman's massive bear paws. I quickly realize that I'm not the only one with my thoughts elsewhere as their animalistic urges overtake them. A simple invitation to measure Roman's chest and biceps lands Ezra down on his knees, gobbling up Roman's cock feast. Roman grabs a fistful of Ezra's blond locks to better fuck Ezra's face. A little dizzy now, Roman reclines on the sofa, lingering in the throat throttling Ezra dishes out.Pushing Roman's legs up into the air, Ezra hungrily dives face first into Roman's ass. Roman readily yanks on his engorged rod as Ezra's tongue dives deeper into his ever-widening hole. Roman can't contain himself even a moment longer. His thick, fattened joystick is ready to ride. He tosses Ezra over the fuckbench and plows into his honeypot. Ezra easily takes to Roman's pounding, furiously abusing his own meatstick. Roman slams into Ezra, both hands planted firmly on the boy's waist. Ezra holds on, taking all of Roman into his sexwell, as deeply as he can. Roman throws Ezra's slim frame around the bedroom, thrusting Ezra into the footboard. Ezra holds on, riding the wave of Roman's fuck fury. Roman lands Ezra on the bed at last. With Ezra's legs thrown up over Roman's shoulders, Ezra takes each fierce stroke deeply into his supple ass. Roman pulls Ezra even closer as he digs his claws into the boy's thighs. Ezra busily grabs at his own throbbing pole. Aching and over-ripe, it spurts all over his chest as Roman thrashes into him. Roman climbs onto the bed, even more excited after Ezra's shooting display. Roman rapidly explodes into Ezra's cumsucker! Ezra licks Roman clean of every last drop of manjuice. Ezra is bathed in white-thick jizz puddles from belly to chin, and still seems to wants more as the scene ends.
Skyler is back in town and I just can't wait to see how he throws Clayton Archer around in the bedroom. The two begin playing a sizzling hot game of stip-black jack. After the first round Clayton takes off his shirt, and then Skyler. But Clayton keeps up a winning streak after that, and helps Skyler out of his jeanshorts and finally his tight blue boxer briefs. Clayton immediately seizes his prize and shoves it into the back of his tight throat as Skyler's eyes clamp shut from sweet sensation. Swallowing his manmeat all the way to his high and tight nuts, Clayton continues to crouch down to work that cock with Skyler on his knees. Then, the script is flipped and Skyler repositions himself laying on his side while he grasps Clayton's hips with both hands and pulls his thick dick deep into his face while a bubbling brook of precum dribbles it's way down his fully erect cock; completely untouched below. Pumping his face faster and faster, Skyler teases Clayton by coming to a complete halt, looking up and kissing him passionately and then turning him around so he can get better access to his tight round ass. Easing in at first, Skyler mounts Clayton from behind and tenderly pushes his rock hard dick all the way into his strangling exit. Clayton can't help himself from screaming out while Skyler turns up the intensity of his anal plowing. Next, Skyler gently lays Clayton down on his back and holds his legs apart so he can rise up inside between them where he immediately resumes the pounding session; causing Clayton's eyes to roll back in his head as his prostate is pulverized. Moving to get a better angle for smashing his insides, Skyler grabs both ankles and lifts so Clayton's abused hole is in exactly the right spot before slipping back into that dark tightness and ramming his organs like it's his last day on earth. Clayton can only take the insane pleasure for so long before exploding a torrent of white man sauce all over his tan chiseled abs with that cock still plugging him up from below. Skyler's cock instantly responds as well, as he quickly rips it out from the confines of Clayton's choking ass and heaves rope after rope of his own into the same pool of jizz; filling in the shallow accents of Clayton's muscled stomach.
Gavin Greene is an all-around agreeable guy. As he lounges on my casting couch he assures me that he's a trisexual, explaining, "I'll try everything twice." Thoughtfully, he defines his viewpoint, saying that if you experiment at least twice with a new idea, you have a better understanding of how you really feel about it. Gavin doesn't buy into labels. He adds, "I am whatever I am doing in that moment with the other person". Having convinced me that he's up for anything, he gets comfortable on the sofa and starts rubbing his dick through his jeans. Playfully, he unveils what he's working with: a truly huge cock! I approach with my tape measure, and wrap it for seven inches around the middle of his fat dick. He's disappointed with my initial measurement of his length, saying that he's still working on getting it ready. I find his brag difficult to believe. But when I measure again, his nearly 7 inches become an impressive 8 in my hand. He smiles, and encourages me to keep rubbing his rigid cock as he moans with pleasure. Hard and horned up, he wants to see what I'm working with. "WOW!" he sighs, shocked as I unwrap my impressive prize, quickly adding, "Can I suck it?" Gavin bats his lashes slyly, pouting that he doesn't know how to suck dick. I realize as he deepthroats my massive schlong that he's just playing at being shy. This guy knows how to smoke a pole, and looks hot as hell doing it! He hungrily stuffs his face with my meat. Licking and sucking, he listens for my approving moan every slurp of the way. As he furiously feasts on my johnson, I excitedly order him to show me his ass. He jumps up on the sofa, pushing his cheeks at my beefstick. I smack his sweet, round bottom with my hand, and begin slapping it with my manmeat. He wants more, and quickly spreads his cheeks for me. I push my finger into his inviting ass, and begin pulling on his fattened chubby from behind. Suddenly, I'm rubbing my engorged rod against his asscrack as he thrashes against me. Fighting the urge to plow into him, I lie back on the sofa, and let him do the work. He takes my rigid, rock-hard dick deep into his gag-hole, sucking feverishly. He sucks cock like a champ and I tell him as much. Bringing him up on his knees, I stand over him. With the tip of my spurting head to his lips, I feed him every last drop. WIth the hot warmth of my man-jizz still trickling down his throat, Gavin cums quickly. His beaded pearl drops glisten on his stomach, his torso, and the floor. He brings a finger to his lips and tasting a drop of his splooge, smiles into the camera. I ask him if he's ready to do some more porn for me. Gavin immediately replies, "Of Course!" as his grin grows wider. I chuckle to myself knowingly: We're going to be good friends.
Fabian and America are two hunky beefcakes, with tons of muscle-built ego to spread around. Their "Top Dog" championship of wills has a history, and neither of them wants to lose this rivalry. The games begin with an arousing arm wrestling match. After mere moments of tension, America throws his bulging bicep onto Fabian's losing limb. But Fabian quickly springs back up, announcing a rematch. America agrees, and quickly pummels Fabian again, this time at push-ups. Fabian concedes his loss as America lounges comfortably across the sofa, ready to have his achingly hard muscle sucked. Fabian unzips America's shorts and starts licking his way to America's victory lap. But just before America can claim his prize, Fabian stops and challenges America to another test of stamina and endurance. Fabian ups the ante, saying this round is for the real gold medal: America's sweet cherry ass. America grins, agreeing without pause. But pride will certainly be America's downfall. With his bulging head ready to burst, America's mind is clearly not on the task at hand. Fabian leaves America in the dust, besting him three times over! America seems shocked to have lost the bet, but easily takes his place on the bed. Fabian promises to take really good care of America. Starting with a massage, Fabian eases America into position. Fabian helps America get comfortable, gently inserting a lubed finger into America's virgin ass while tugging on his fat cock from behind. America gasps, "Fuck yeah," with pleasure. Fabian takes his cue, entering America with purposeful deep and slow thrusts. Quickly, their rhythm reaches the edge of complete abandon. But Fabian isn't willing to end this winner's lap. He pauses to turn America over on his back. Holding America firmly by the ankles with his legs in the air, Fabian pumps into America's willing cumhole with fast, hard spurts of dominance. America takes each thrust with a receptive moan, completely overcome with the pounding of joy his willing ass is receiving. Fabian knows he's in total control now, and pulls America's pliant body over to the edge of the bed. After maneuvering America there, Fabian achieves the ultimate angle, wildly ramming into America. Fabian pulls out his taut tool, ready to explode on America's chest. Fabian squirts his hot load all over America's stomach, and across the bedsheets. With Fabian's freshly squeezed jizz covering his torso, America can no longer hold back. He fiercely pounds his raw meat, cuming with such intensity that he tags his own neck! His pleasure arc continues, reaching past his face, and onto the sheet. Fabian smiles, reminding America that he'd take good care of him. America, lying back in his cum coma, is too pleased to do anything more than mumble his gratitude. Sometimes it's good to be the loser.
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