Trenton Ducati is the forest ranger in charge of the area being barraged with reports ofmissing persons and strange occurrences. His tireless efforts to get to the bottom of themystery leave him exhausted. Trenton passes out to be awoken by a naked mysterious stranger, Tomas Brand. Tomas stands at the foot of Trenton’s bed, and we’re left wondering, it’s not clear if he’s him playing bottom to mysterious Tomas Brand, a smooth, hot muscledaddy who makes Trenton levitate off the bed and come back down hard, horny andneeding to be sucked and fucked. Resistance is futile, not that Trenton could say no toTomas’s hot mouth and his determination to make Trenton’s balls tingle and his nipplesstand on end. On his back, Trenton tucks his knees into his armpits, giving Tomas full accessto his pulsing hole. Tomas presses his advantage with tongue, fingers and cock, milkingTrenton’s hard on while preparing his ass for an invasion. First Trenton submits, then hetakes charge in a sit-fuck that’s better than levitation. The spooge flies.
The bulge in stripper Trenton Ducati’s jock strap is so big, there’s gotta be a cup under that black mesh. Not. He’s just really “excited” to see Max Marshall, whose wad of bills is almost as fat his cock. Max starts off stuffing the straps of Trenton’s jock with cash. Every time Trenton makes one of hisamazing ripped muscles flex, he gets a tip. Looking for the payload, Trenton bends over and sticks three fingers in his ass, telling Max, “make it rain,” and Max lets the entire stack of dollars float down. Max’s tongue and Trenton’s fingers both spend a lot of time getting that muscular butt ready forfucking, and Trenton welcomes a good face-fucking to get Max’s cock to its maximum size – gynormous . When that cock at last makes its assault on Trenton’s ass, there’s no way to be prepared. Monster balls slam Trenton from the outside while that monster cock slams him from within. And Trentonslams back, fully a party to his own punishment. Just as the dollar bills rained down, there’s more rain to come, in the form of two cocks showering their jizz.
Amidst the lumber and ladders of a secluded workroom, strikingly handsome D.O. and muscled Trenton Ducati lock together, sharing manic kisses while D.O. fingers Trenton’s fuckhole without mercy. Throwing Trenton on a crate covered with packing blankets, D.O. splits the Trenton’s legs, and buries his face in the succulent ass for some serious tongue drilling and fine ass feeding. Trenton dives onto D.O.‘s big thick cock and gets a face fucking that must have left bruises in the back of his throat. Trenton gets D.O. harder than he’s ever been, and D.O. plunges his achingly stiff, big South American jackhammer into Trenton’s granite ass. Trenton’s yelling makes D. O. pause, and he pries the roughed up red asslips open for a view before plunging his gut churner back in with renewed intensity. There’s only so long even tough Trenton can take such punishment before he explodes and cum flies across his chest. D.O. pulls his massive tool out, and his own jizz mixes with Trenton’s steamy load.
It’s a full-immersion make-out when beefy, muscular and hyper-masculine Trenton Ducati’s so turned on by Chris Tyler’s hard body and tough guy look. Chris plays rough, pumping his tightly clenched jaws rapidly up and down the swollen length Trenton’s steely rod, before Trenton goes mad over the younger man’s mammoth, uncut meat with its savory ‘skin. Chris doesn’t go easy with the sharp hip thrusts that give Trenton a rude face-fucking, but Trenton retaliates, feeding his cock into Chris’ tight hole and turning into a plugging demon, dredging deep inside Chris’ shock resistant buns. Trenton drops a load on Chris’ belly, laps it up, and gets his face in close so Chris can lay a massive wad—sheesh, what a wad—on Trenton’s tongue. Literally, in his face!