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 GETS DIRTY
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 FLIPS AMERICA
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.
CASTING COUCH – JOSH PETERSON
Josh Peterson is, quite simply, beautiful. His facial features are striking, including his luscious pouty lips, rich hazel doe eyes, and pert, upturned nose. He reminds me of that unobtainable boy back in high school; the track star, or the shy guy on the swim team. High School memories take Josh back, also, to the first time he was told he had a big cock. He's been told he has, "certain assets" many times since then. Josh has taken advantage of whatever his huge dick can get him, usually horny co-eds. As Josh gets situated on my sofa, he answers my questions honestly and without pause. His boldness while stating that he gets laid at least twice a week, and masturbates, at a minimum, twice daily seems a little bit over-confident. But each of his statements is punctuated with a nervous chuckle that reassures me this kid is still new to the power his penis can bestow. Illustrating the enthusiasm of his youth, Josh states that as far as sex goes, "Everything is his favorite thing to do." Realizing I have a true horndog on my hands, I ask him if he's interested in showing me this legendary schlong he's been speaking so fondly about. He's more than happy to show me the goods, explaining that he's horny today. Josh gets comfortable on the sofa, with his hand down the unbuttoned crotch of his bluejeans. He tugs and pulls on his package, while biting his lower lip. When he's ready to reveal his manmeat, I am impressed with it's size. It's very nearly too big for his frame, and almost looks like a fake! It's fat, thick girth takes the whole of his hand to even wrap around the base. Glistening in the light, Josh's challenging mouthful is even more beautiful than he is. He slides his jeans down to his sneakers, and continues to slap his meat. Not yet fully hard, his schlong hovers over his belly button. I watch in quiet appreciation, as he places a hand at the base and a hand at the head. There are still inches of engorged manmeat in between! I approach with my measuring tape, deftly taking his rigid pole into my hands. Not yet fully hard, he's already at 8 1/2 inches in length, and 6 inches around. Josh continues tugging as I step back. He massages his balls, and as he rub across his cockshaft, his magic wand springs out taut over his thigh. He stands for a moment, to show me his sweet cherry ass. Spreading his cheek with one hand, I spy his virgin hole. Before I'm tempted to approach, Josh spins back around, flopping onto the couch. His movements are quick now as his breathing abruptly turns toward panting. Spraying the air overhead with tiny shooting droplets, he sighs deeply into the cushions. Josh said he was feeling dirty. Now he just feels satisfied.
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