Apr 212014
 

Rocco Russo is a fresh young face who is eager to please. A bit quiet and reserved, Rocco comes to life in the gym, as he flexes his muscles and works up a sweat, curling his biceps and toning his chest and back, before slipping out of his workout attire and stripping down to the bone. Seated in the gym, he fondles his cock through his underwear, before losing them as well, revealing his hardening cock as he begins to stroke himself off, spreading his legs around the bench and arching up with his feet. Once he's fully hard, Rocco stands and leans against his locker, his ass perched in the air as he looks down at his cock, before he twists around, presses his back to his locker and launches his load all over the ground below, painting the floor with a spattering of jizz that reflects in hard florescent lights as Rocco looks on, satisfied and sated.</br></br>Enjoy!
Apr 212014
 

Mark Gabriel and Sam Northman took advantage of the club spa to relax, but seeing each other naked has just made them horny. Sam nuzzles Mark's neck, sniffs his pits and nibbles on a nipple. They are a study in body contrasts: light and dark, slender and compact, hairy and smooth. Mark kneels and opens Sam's robe. Sam has hairy legs, a dark bush and a thin treasure trail leading to the cock that's now in Mark's mouth. Mark's Cupid's-bow lips are full and almost red. Sam moans and rolls his head, later pushing Mark onto the carpet and returning the blow job. Mark drills Sam's hairy hole with one finger, then two, as a prelude to fucking him. Doggy position is followed by missionary. Sam's legs are spread wide, one leg hoisted up on Mark's shoulder and his hard cock flapping back and forth with Mark's thrusts. Sam's balls are huge. Mark aims his dick at Sam's face and cums in several high velocity squirts that drench Sam's face. Sam erupts in high arcs of spooge that coat his chest.
Apr 212014
 

The heat of a romantic fuck gets kicked up several notches by an outdoor hot tub, a panoramic view of snow-covered pines, and a slow drizzle of rain. Landon Conrad's biceps bulge as he clasps Tyler Wolf in an embrace. Their lips and their hard ons are pressed tightly together. Tyler's tan hides the palest pelt of nearly invisible downy hairs and his buns hint at a dark center waiting to be breached. When they separate, Landon sinks to his shoulders in the steaming water. He clasps Tyler's cock in his mouth and inhales it to the root. The next kiss transports them to the bedroom, where Tyler puts his stubble-flecked jaws to work on Landon's engorged member. When Tyler arches his back and thrusts his hips into the air, his hole pulsates like a homing beacon for Landon. It swallows Landon's probing tongue and welcomes his cock. Looking down, Landon can see his shaft disappear again and again between the hard firm globes that hold it in a firm grip. His sweat pours down like the rain outside and Tyler's precum pools on his tummy, until Landon adds a blizzard of cum on Tyler's face.