May 282014
 

Adam Ramzi hitchhikes a ride from the city and is let out on a country road. Thunder rolls and there are cattle in every direction. A red muscle car pulls over and Seven Dixon leans across the seat. 'Get in.' Seven drives to an old barn. As soon as his hands are off the wheel, they're all over Adam. Their bodies collide. Seven has bulging biceps and broad tan shoulders. 'Well Bred' is inked across his shoulder blades and there's a large numeral 7 on both sides of his neck. He tosses Adam's slender frame on the front seat and dives onto the hard cock that projects like a stick shift. Adam flexes his hips to drive his cock into Seven's warm mouth. When he gets out of the car, he is a pillar of slim muscle fucking Seven's face until they are both covered in sweat. Seven props himself against the car door and arches his back, saying 'get in' in another way. His bubble ass is a magnet for Adam's tongue and cock. Adam drills him on the car and on the ground until his balls are about to burst, then plunges his cock into Seven's mouth and shoots wildly as Seven drenches his ripped abs with cum.
May 282014
 

Angel Rock offers living, sweaty proof that a man's best friend is...his hand...while basking in the California sunshine. His compact body is convex in all the right places, covered with barely clipped dark hair, and muscled from collarbone to calves. His bright yellow swim trunks and towel are the perfect complement to his tan. The sunshine triggers lens flares in the dark glass of his Ray Bans and the tiniest pool of perspiration has collected in the hollow of his throat. Biting his lower lip, Angel strokes his cock with SP35, using more strokes than necessary to keep out the UV rays. He cups and squeezes his balls with his free hand, then plays with his foreskin, pulling it over the head of his dick until you can't tell pre-cum from sunscreen. When he grabs his fully engorged cock in both fists, you get a better idea of its size: two hands can't contain it. Dripping sweat and lube, Angel jacks off to beat the band, fucking the air, fingering his hole, and climaxing with bursts of spooge that puddle on his tummy -- all of which brings a wide grin to Lance Luciano, who has been secretly filming him.