Craig Reynolds is standing on a lighted platform flexing his substantial muscles. He poses, flexing his giant chest, massive arms and meaty legs. He turns around and flexes his giant back and muscular ass. He faces front again and begins to rub his hands up and down his body, pounding his fists on his biceps and pecs. He starts rubbing his crotch and his cock grows larger through the mesh posing strap. Steve Cruz walks into the scene, naked with a raging hardon obviously turned on by the muscle stud standing before him. Steve caresses his bulging muscles as Craig continues to pose. Steve starts servicing Craigs hard dick and his sloppy, wet cocksucking finally breaks Craigs trance as he bends down to kiss Steve. Craig then sucks Steves throbbing hardon with reckless abandon. Steve lies down on the platform and Craig squats down over Steves face, his massive ass and thighs straining as he squirms in ecstasy. Steve pulls apart his muscled ass cheeks and plunges his tongue deep into Craigs puckered hole. When Steve gets his fill, he flips Craig over on all fours with his ass in the air. The hairy stud rims the muscle mans hungry hole to get it ready to be filled with hard cock. Steve fucks Craig, his ass cheeks rippling as they get pounded. Craig rolls over on his back and Steve holds one of his meaty legs over his shoulder so he can slam the muscle stud hard and deep. Ecstatic Steve looses his never-ending load and Craig soon follows spraying all over his hot abs.

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William starts his solo video by unbuttoning his shirt and giving that smooth chest a bit of a rub-down. When it's all the way open, you can see his yummy abs that lead down to his impressively thick cock. He jerks that slightly curved tool mercilessly, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips and letting out moans of pleasure until he shoots on that tight stomach.

Angelo and Junior head to a side alley for their hot fuck. They kiss passionately and their shirts come off revealing Angelos large, smooth chest and Juniors hairy, Italian body. Soon Angelo is on his knees sucking Juniors fat cock and Junior reciprocates by working Angelos cock shortly after. Next up, Junior buries his face between Angelos ass cheeks and devours his hole, getting it worked up and ready for his engorged cock. In no time he's deep inside the Latin studs tight hole with Angelo moaning in pleasure.

Tiny Dancer

I like short guys. I think it’s a real turn on to bottom for them. Don’t know why, but there’s something about a cute little guy that just makes my dick spring to attention. My friend Jake knew about my preference and it made for some interesting evenings out with him trying to fix me up. One in particular comes to mind that I’ll never forget.

Jake had called and asked me if I wanted to catch a bite to eat and maybe take in a show. It was a Wednesday night and I had nothing else planned, so I said sure. I just didn’t know that by show he meant a trip to a stripper bar. We aren’t into guys with a lot of muscles, so we always hit this club called Twinky’s. They have some great looking boys there, all of them smooth, young, and hung. I’d had my eye on one in particular and Jake knew it. He’d only started working at the club a few weeks before and he was so cute. Black hair and blue eyes, but best of all he looked like he was only about five feet four. Oh, and he was hung. I’d never seen such a big dick on such a small guy. It must have been at least eight inches when it was hard. But you never get to see them fully hard on those guys when they’re onstage dancing. Just enough to get you to pay for a private dance later in the back.

Anyway, we got to the bar and took our usual seats in Perverts Row. That’s the one right up by the stage where you mostly see a lot of the old men sitting. We liked to get teased by the boys when they come out swinging their cocks around. Jake ordered us a couple of beers and we settled in for a good time as the lights pulsed and the music blared with a loud techno beat.

The first few guys were great, but they were all tall and blonde. I have to admit, though, that with the beers coming hot and heavy one after the other, I wouldn’t have turned any of them away that night. We must have gone through a six-pack’s worth by the time my little favorite came out. Bobby, that was his name, came out swaying his hips and making his soft cock swing like a fleshy metronome in time to the beat. It was amazing to watch as it slowly got hard, even without him touching it. He really got off on being watched and soon it was standing straight out from his body. As he danced, he’d make it bounce by flexing his muscles and every time he did that, I could feel a muscle in my pants flexing too. He was so hot. Jake began grinning part-way through Bobby’s performance and I asked him why, but he wouldn’t tell me. I even gave him a little kick under the table but he still wouldn’t. All he would say was “You’ll see”.

Bobby got around to our side of the stage and I held up a tip for him, just to get my kiss and a little feel of skin. As he knelt down his enormous cock thrust forward and it was almost in my face. I ran my hands over the smooth, soft skin of his back as our lips met and then something unexpected happened. His warm, wet tongue forced apart my teeth. I felt an electric surge run through me and as he stood back up, he whispered into my ear to meet him back by the rooms where they do the private dances and not to worry, because it was all taken care of. I normally don’t pay for a private, so I gave Jake a look and he smiled and told me that he had taken care of it and that Bobby had worked up something special for me. Well, you can bet that as soon as his set was over, I jumped out of my seat and made my way as fast as I could to the back of the club.

Let me try and explain how things work in these clubs. Most of the money these boys make doesn’t come from being paid a salary. They make it on tips and from private dances for the customers. Normally they wander the floor, making smalltalk and letting the clientele buy them drinks and get a little feel of their naked skin in the hopes that someone will walk them to one of the dark booths in the back, where they’ll strip down naked and yu can touch just about anything you want. Except for their cocks. This can be a pretty expensive proposition and I’ve seen rates anywhere from ten to twenty dollars per song depending on the club and they can make you forget you’ve run through six songs before they tell you they have to leave for their next trip onstage.

Anyway, I waited in breathless anticipation and I wasn’t disappointed. Bobby came bouncing up to me, clad only in some tight boxer briefs that showed off his muscular thighs and showed off the big, thick roll of his dick running down his thigh. He just smiled, took my hand, and led me into one of the curtained cubicles. It was dark, lit only by a low-wattage bulb, and he pushed me back into the cushions of the small couch there. Then as the music started, he moved up in-between my legs and his hips began to gyrate. He turned so that his butt was just a few inches from my face and I let my hands wander over that tight, hard ass. He knelt down until he could feel it up against my crotch and began to grind into my member, hard. I could feel my dick stiffen and press against the fabric of my briefs. My arms slipped around his waist and I let my hands wander over his body from his tight, washboard stomach with it’s soft, smooth skin up to his chest, where I played a bit with his nipples. I was very careful not to let them wander below his waist to his meat, as that was strictly forbidden. The boys could yell for the bouncer and have you kicked out for that.

He rose up a little bit and slipped down his briefs, revealing that hot ass of his and my hands returned there. The skin was as smooth as a baby’s and felt so soft and warm. I wanted to bury my face in it and just begin to eat, it looked so good. He began grinding into me again, more forcefully, until I was fully erect, and then he turned to face me. He stood up and shook his hips, making his huge tool swing back and forth. It made a slapping noise as it hit first one thigh, then the other and he swung his hips toward me so that it almost, but not quite, hit me in the face. I’d never had precum start to flow during a private before, but this boy was something I’d been fantasizing about and jerking to in my own bed for weeks and the excitement was just too much. I could feel it soak into the cotton fabric of my undies as he slipped his arms roung my neck and ran his nose down my chest. My hands ran up and down his back, finally coming to rest on that ass as he rose back up with his chest firmly against mine. His nipples dragged along my torso and I could feel them, hard as pencil erasers, through the fabric of my shirt.

I gave his ass a squeeze and leaned in to give his nipples a little tongue and nip with my teeth. And then it happened. He gave a grin and grabbed one of my hands and placed it on his cock. This was something I’d wanted from the moment I saw him. I’d heard that sometimes the dancers would let you do this, for a little extra. The skin of his dick was so silky and warm to the touch. His balls so heavy. I let my hand rest there for a moment and then he placed his hand on mine and began rubbing his balls and cock with it. I could feel that meat getting hard in my fingers, throbbing under my touch. My precum had by now soaked through my briefs and I began to worry it would show like a pee stain in my jeans.

What made this all the more exciting was that during all this time, he never said a word. He spoke with his body and when that massive fuck tool of his was fully erect, it screamed for my lips. He stood up with it right there, within easy reach. And that was when I got my next surprise. He grabbed my hair in his hand and held it tight as he drove his cock into my lips. They parted and I could taste the warm tang of his own precum as he forced it all the way back until it hit the back of my throat. I closed my lips tight around it and he began to slowly fuck my face. I just closed my eyes and followed his lead. He tasted so good. I reached around and held on tight to his butt cheeks, squeezing them tight as he began to drive it in and out faster and harder. My tongue was tight up against the underneath of his shaft and when I glanced up with my eyes, I could see he’d thrown his head back and his jaw had dropped open.

His thrusts became longer and I almost let his head slide from between my lips a couple of times. It hurt a little as his fingers tangled tighter in my hair and pulled harder the faster he moved. I reached down to feel his balls, now tight up against his shaft and I knew he was about to cum. His hot penis throbbed and swelled against my tongue and I waited eagerly for what I knew was on it’s way. I wanted to taste him so badly and then it happened, a huge gush of his man-goo into my mouth. It was so hot, like the molten eruption of some volcano and it came so fast and in such huge amounts, I thought I would choke. It just kept flowing as he made one final thrust and held my face tight into his crotch. There was nothing I could do but swallow it’s creamy goodness. I couldn’t get it all, though, and could feel it start to run from the corners of my mouth.

I could feel his body shudder with the force of his orgasm and when the flow of jizz had ceased, Bobby slowly slid his tool through my lips and out, letting me suck it clean. He kissed me on the lips, running his tongue along them and cleaning up the excess that I’d let spill and then he collapsed to sit on my lap with his arms round my neck, letting his fingers play with the hair on the back of my head. All I could do was smile when I felt a sticky mess down in my pants. He’d made me cum and hadn’t even touched my dick. No one had ever done that. Maybe it was the excitement of the fear of being caught by the bouncer or just being turned on by the body and cock of this little hottie, but it had happened. He gave me a few more kisses, soft and warm. Then he picked up his briefs and slipped them back up and on, slowly, letting me take in every movement. He gave me a smile over his shoulder and then slipped back out through the curtain, leaving me alone to recover.

Jake was there to meet me as I came out, grinning slyly. I looked down and there was a large stain in the front of my jeans where I’d cum all over myself and I tried to cover it up with my hands. Hopefully, no one in the dark club would notice. He told me he’d gotten tired of hearing me go on and on about my favorite boy and how I wished I could have him, so he’d made arrangements earlier that week for my little trip to heaven. I thanked him the best way I knew how, by making sure he had trouble walking when he left my house the next morning. As for Bobby, there have been other trips to the back room since then, but none as special as that first one.

Hairy muscle studs Manuel and Tristan look like they belong together with their matching chest rugs, bulging biceps and spunky facial hair. Tristan must really get extra pleasure from Manuel's facial fuzz when he's rimming his hole because he really buries his face in there. In return, Tristan buries his cock deep in Manuel's hole and we'd call that a pretty fair deal.

The Student

What I liked most about Aaron was the fact that he had
no idea how hot he was. At age 19 he was at his
physical peak: six foot one, buzz-cut brown hair,
solid muscles, and a self-conscious smile surrounded
by dense, dark stubble. Even at noon the five o’clock
shadow of his beard was noticeable above his lips, on
his nicely-clefted chin, and down his rugby player
neck all the way past his adam’s apple. The stubble
trailed off there but a couple of inches below the
hair reappeared, thicker than ever as it curled over
the collar of his t-shirt. He had hairy forearms too,
and even when he wore long sleeves you could see the
soft tufts on his wrists poking out. What was under
the rest of Aaron’s clothes I could only fantasize
about. After all, I was his physics professor.

Aaron had been a student in my class during the spring
semester. It was a small college, one that encouraged
faculty to interact with their students. I had
invited him to dinner a couple of times with some of
his classmates, and since we hit it off it seemed
natural enough to have him over on weekends during the
summer while he stayed in town to work with the local
landscaper and make spending money for the coming
year. Certainly I had nothing sexual in mind. He was
a stud, but I was in the closet. What’s more, I
didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship. I was a
new member of the faculty, only eight years older than
Aaron. He looked up to me as a mentor of sorts, a big
brother.

One July Saturday we decided to kill some time by
playing a game of one-on-one basketball in my
driveway. He was a superb athlete, fast, strong, and
not only younger than me but also a couple of inches
taller. Even so, I played hard, not wanting to let
him off too easily. We worked up quite a sweat.
Moisture plastered his gym-grey t-shirt to his torso;
there were dark circles under his arms and trails of
sweat down his front and his back. The workout was
having the same effect on me, so I pulled off my shirt
and tossed it on the side of the driveway. We kept
playing, and I couldn’t help but enjoy bumping up
against him as we chased after rebounds. Aaron’s
shirt was now totally soaked. He had to be
uncomfortable. “Take off your shirt for Chrissake,” I
said, “aren’t you hot?”

Even though we were both flush with effort, I noticed
his face turn a darker shade of pink. He kept playing
and for an awkward few seconds didn’t answer me. “I’m
okay,” he managed to say.

After our game we headed to my back deck and fired up
the grill. As I made burgers he gulped down ice-tea
and made small talk about his job and summer school
classes. Then he fell silent. “You know,” he finally
blurted out, “I’m really embarrassed about…” His
voice trailed off as he hesitated. “About what?” I
asked. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“It’s just that I’m really hairy. In high school,
some of the guys made fun of me because I have so much
hair on my chest. I hate to take my shirt off. I
haven’t really even dated many girls because I’m
afraid what they’ll say when they see me without a
shirt on.”

I rubbed my hand on his solid shoulder. His head hung
down, afraid to make eye contact.

“Hey,” I said, “it’s okay.” I told him that a lot of
people got turned on by hairy guys. The hair made
them look more masculine and rugged.

“I don’t know,” he said, “you tell me.” He reached
into his shorts to pull out the bottom of his shirt.
Slowly, he peeled the sweat-damp fabric up and over
his stomach, his mid-section, and then his chest.
“What do you think?”

I was afraid to answer, only because before me stood
the most mouth-watering young stud I’d ever laid eyes
on. He was definitely not too hairy, at least not for
my taste. His shoulders, upper arms, and back were
smooth. But there was a thick matt of brown hair
swirling over each of his well-defined pecs and
feathering over his collarbone. It was especially
thick at the center of his chest, and from there it
descended in a heavy trail of fur that spread out
again over his washboard abs. It got more dense
beneath his navel and trailed still lower down into
his shorts.

He looked up at me, waiting for my reaction. “You’re
a stud,” I told him. “You’ve got nothing to be
ashamed of.”

He looked relieved. “You really think so?”

“Of course I do. Check out your abs,” I told him,
“you’ve got a six pack. Your chest is solid,” I
added, “and it even looks like you’re building up some
really powerful lats.”

He smiled when I said that and lifted up his arms to
flex. He really did had a great V-shape, and his
biceps and shoulders nicely framed his sweaty, hairy
armpits.

“Thanks,” he said, “but what about all the hair?”

“I love it–” Oh shit, I thought to myself, why did I
say that? I tried to back-pedal. “I mean, it really
does look good on you. You were meant to be hairy.
It just suits you.”

His smile got broader and more confident. “Well I
love the hair on your chest, too,” he said, jutting
out his finger and grazing it over the light hair that
fanned over over my pecs.

“C’mon,” I giggled, “that tickles.”

Then he stuck his hands under my arms and started to
tickle me for real. “Cut it out,” I yelled, laughing
my ass off. Then he got more aggressive, grabbling me
in a bear hug and slamming me down on the deck. He
pinned my arms over my head with one hand and tickled
me with the other. I couldn’t control my laugher.
His muscular body pressed down on me. I breathed in
the sweet smell of his breath and the scent of his
fresh teenage sweat. Soon, there was something else I
couldn’t control: my hard-on. I struggled to turn
away from him, but he just pressed down more firmly.
His ground his crotch against mine–and he was hard
too!

Keeping my arms pinned, he stopped tickling me and
stared into my eyes. He had a serious look on his
face.

“Here goes,” he said, and then he pressed his mouth
onto mine. I opened my lips and his tongue slid
between them. He let go of my arms and placed his
hands on the sides of my face as our tongues did
battle. I ran my fingers over his close-clipped
scalp, pulling his head closer as I revelled in his
smell, his taste, and the feel of his stubble brushing
against my chin.

Our tongues never lost contact as I rolled over on top
of him. Now I held his face in my hands while his
palms ran firmly up and down the length of my back. I
withdrew my tongue, kissed his lips, and then licked
the hollow of his neck, his adams’s apple, and the
cleft of his chin. I paused when I saw his wide grin.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s just that I’ve been waiting for this for a long
time.”

“Let’s go inside,” I said.

He followed me into the bedroom and let me push him
back onto my king-size mattress. He raised up his
arms as my tongue worked through the fur on his chest.
I sucked on his nipples, licking away the hair so
that I could nibble one and then the other. He moaned
softly as I moved from his chest to his left armpit.
I pressed my face into his damp patch of fur, inhaled
deeply, and then licked him clean. I went to his
right pit, marvelling at how all of his muscles seemed
to come together in those manly, hairy hollows.

I returned to his chest, licking down the center,
flicking my tongue over the long, thick treasure trail
that took me past his navel to the sweat-damp
waistband of his tented shorts.

As I tongued his dick through the cotton fabric he
raised up on his elbows and tilted his head back,
mouth open in bliss.

He lifted up so that I could work off his shorts and
jockeys. His beautifully clipped cock smacked back
into its lush nest of hair. I burried my nose in his
damp bush and took in the sweaty, musky scent.

“Suck me,” he whispered. “Please, suck me.”

My tongue went to work on his rod, licking up with
wide shaft from the base to the blunt helmet. I
lingered on the prepuce at the base of his glans,
flicking my tongue against that extra-sensitive spot.
He cock twitched in response. Then I took him into my
mouth–all the way in. I wasn’t a particularly
experienced cocksucker, and he was big, but I wanted
him badly. He throbbed in my throat as my nose
pressed into his bush.

As I built up a steady sucking rhythm, slowly pulling
my tight lips halfway up his shaft and them plunging
back down, he grunted and groaned. A few minutes
later, after my tongue had been pressing on the
underside of his hard cock and milking out a good bit
of precum, I changed venues and took his hairy,
tightened balls into my mouth. Gently I tongued the
salty flesh, softly working his churning plums.

I withdrew once more to raise his legs back against
his shoulders and dive into his steaming crack. Here
the hair was shorter, curlier, like the hair on his
legs but more dense. I licked the moss that covered
the hard chord of flesh between the base of his balls
and ass-pucker, then circled around his hair-fringed
asshole. Finally I dove in, tasting his funky asslips
and driving my tongue between them.

This caused him almost to shriek. “Yeah, that’s it,”
Aaron called out, “right there.” As I teased his hole
with my mouth I circled his tight anus with my middle
finger. Then I plunged it in. His sphincter
contracted around it, but as I worked it in and out
and wiggled it against his prostate, his teenage chute
gave way. Soon I was fingering him at will, as his
hole fluttered open to accomodate me.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck me,” he said.

“Are you sure you want it?” I panted, too horny to
care about his answer.

Luckily, he groaned again. “Give it to me. I want to
feel you inside of me.”

I reached into my nightstand, pulled out a condom, and
rolled it over my cock.

“This might hurt at first,” I warned. “I’ll try to go
slow.”

I pressed his hairly legs back against his chest and
mounted him. He winced as my flaring cockhead cleared
his sphincter, but we were both too far gone to care
about a little discomfort.

His ass felt like a velvet vice. It was so soft but
so tight.

I pushed in slowly, wanting him to enjoy this as much
as I was. His mouth gaped open as I inched deeper,
pushing forward a little bit at a time. Finally, I
bottomed out.

“I can take it,” he panted. “Fuck me. Give it to
me.”

In and out I plunged, going fast and steady until I
felt like I was about to shoot, then slowing down and
changing my rhythm, then fast again.

I was sweating heavily and I could feel the droplets
of perspiration trickling down my chest and back and
pits. I looked down and saw a bead of sweat hanging
from my nipple. It dropped onto his chest and my
tongue darted after it. I pressed my face into his
pecs as I fucked, then into the hair under his
outstretched arms.

Finally, I clamped my mouth over his, fucking his face
with my tongue while I fucked his ass with my cock. I
plunged forward, really rutting him now, feverish in
my need to get off. He was bucking up against me,
really into it. I could feel his hard cock twitching
against my stomach.

“Oh God,” he yelled, “I’m gonna come.”

His dick spasmed and his asshole contracted as he shot
one, two, three, then four volleys of come up his
belly to his furry chest.

That was all it took. “Yes! Yes!” I called out as I
flooded the condom with my juice. I had never come so
hard in my life.

I collapsed onto him as he held me tightly, our
panting bodies stuck together with sweat and come. He
kissed me and I felt his dick hardening against me.

“Now it’s my turn.”

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Scott and Anthony walked arm in arm along the beach, headed back to their hotel. Everything about this holiday had turned out to be wonderful, the beach, the Bosporus sea, the clubs and nightlife in Istanbul. They had spent days exploring palaces and the Grand Bazaar, bought some marvelous cloth and rugs to take home and decorate, but most of all, they were enjoying the time to be together.

Back home in the States, each of them had a career that was very important to them. Unfortunately, both of them worked in a field where their sexual orientation could have caused them to lose career, reputation, everything. Never even mind the interracial angle. And so their relationship always had to be a secret. They had separate apartments, separate lives, and were lucky to steal a few hours together deep in the night, always hiding and worrying.

The vacation had been years in the planning, but it had been done, and had proven well worth it.

Two marvelous weeks of going places together openly, holding hands, kissing, relaxing at the Hamam, dancing at the Douche Club, sampling the exotic wares in the Bazaar, but probably the best times of all were the times alone in their hotel room with no pressure and no worries.

They laughed together and joked about it being their honeymoon.

And tonight was their last night.

They walked together in companionable silence, hands intertwined, the moon shining down on them like a blessing, the waves shushing all thoughts and worries about tomorrow and the days to follow.

Entering their motel room, Scott dimmed the lights and turned to take Anthony in his arms for a lingering kiss. Slowly, they undressed each other in silence, as if words might break the fragile spell that kept them in this fantasyland. The smell of exotic spices drifted in the window and mixed with the scent of male musk that rose from them as they explored each others bodies as if for the first time.

Anthony lingered over Scott’s chest and arms as he slowly slid the shirt back to expose them. He had always loved the glossy black curls that covered Scott’s muscular chest and held the scent of him. Burying his nose in them he savored the scent that was Scott, male perfume mixed with heady spices, he rubbed his face against the full curves of Scott’s pecs, reaching out a long tongue to give the nipples a quick, teasing swipe, watching them grow hard and listening to Scott’s heartbeat quicken.

He stepped away slightly and Scott ran his hands up under his polo shirt, drawing it off over Anthony’s head and up his arms to the wrists, then using it as a bit of light bondage, drawing Anthony’s arms behind his back, twisted and caught in the fabric. Anthony caught his breath and put his head back, eyes closed with pleasure as Scott’s sharp teeth nipped at his tits, the tiny pinpoints of pain lancing through him to make his cock tingle with desire. Scott’s hot breath teased his sensitive skin as he slowly knelt down in front of him, kissing him lightly over his deep chocolate six pack, working his way with tiny licks and nips to the ticklish spot right below his navel.

Anthony giggled and tried to twist away, starting a gentle wrestling match that wound up with them falling onto the bed, Scott wrapped around his back and nuzzling his neck. The gentle tickling resolved into a tingle that started a deep warmth in Anthony’s groin, especially as his wiggling butt brought an answering heat and the swelling of Scott’s big cock through his slacks.

Rubbing his hard dick against Anthony’s hard ass, Scott worked his hands beneath his ebony lover and slid them down the front of his pants to tease and stroke with just the tips of his pale fingers the hard on now raging for release.

Anthony managed to roll over beneath him, and quickly unfastened Scotts slacks and jerked them down to release that massive pale prick, throbbing hot pink from desire. He smiled and took it in his dark hand for a few quick strokes before Scott sat up on Anthonys legs and trapped him so he could do the same, unfastening and pulling Anthonys pants down to his thighs. An equally massive black cock stood proud and rock hard as Scotts pale hand surrounded it.

Moaning with pleasure, Anthony managed to recapture Scotts pole with one hand, squeezing his balls with the other and began stroking it slowly, teasing, running his thumb over the head to spread the first drop of precum, bringing Scotts prick to maximum distention, its color darkening to almost purple as the blood rushed in.

Scott rolled away, reaching and scrabbling around in the bedside table drawer for the anal lube. Anthony rolled with him and slid down the bed so he could wrap full, dark lips around that pale prick. A shuddering groan of passion escaped from Scotts broad chest as he dropped the lube and rested both hands in Anthonys short, dense black hair and twisted his fingers in it.

“Oh God,” he moaned, “you’re going to make me cum!”

Anthony chuckled around a mouthful of hard cock and the vibrations only served to excite Scott even more. Involuntarily his butt flexed, thrusting the hard prick deeper into Anthony’s greedy mouth. Anthony hummed with pleasure.

The vibrations traveling down his shaft into his balls were the final straw and Scott felt the cum rush up from inside of him, his dick exploding in Anthonys warm, sucking mouth, draining him until he felt as if he were turning inside out, he couldn’t stop himself from shoving Anthony down on him as his hips thrust hard at his black lovers face.

Pleasure and pain became an unbearable combination as Anthony continued to suck him until his dick helplessly responded by becoming aroused and rock hard yet again. Then, at last, Anthony released him from his mouth, and looked up at him, white teeth flashing in his face in a satisfied smile.

“Are you pleased with yourself?” Scott asked, teasing.

“Almost…”

Anthony replied, then picked up the anal lube where it was sitting on the floor and began coating Scotts screamingly sensitive prick with it, stroking him to throbbing passion again, before, with a smile, slowly and carefully lowering his tight black ass over that shuddering pale cock, engulfing it into the hot, tight, slick dark cave.

Scott closed his eyes and moaned, then reached down and captured that black, throbbing prick, squeezing and stroking to bring a few drops of precum to the head, then spreading them as they dribbled down the shaft. He cupped Anthonys dark balls as Anthony slowly, carefully began to ride the pale dick, sliding himself up and down, spreading his ass cheeks to take Scott deep inside him, his eyes closed and head tilted back, looking like an African Prince. Scott never got enough of looking at his beautiful lover and marveling that this man was his.

As Scott began stroking that big black cock, harder and faster, Anthony increased his speed, ramming himself down on Scott’s hard dick, a moaning beginning deep in his throat as he ground his hard ass against Scott’s balls, sucking that hard white dick into his tight anus while Scott stroked his black cock harder and faster and now thrust himself up into him. Their rhythm and heat increased until Anthony cried out in orgasm, his creamy cum shooting high into the air and coating Scott’s hand and chest.

Anthony freed one hand and rubbed his own cum into Scott’s chest hairs as Scott began spasming, pouring yet another load of hot cum into Anthony’s hard ass, grabbing him by the hips and slamming him down as he thrust as deep as he could inside of the dark cave of pleasure.

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Anthony is hot: dark eyes, hairy chest, very masculine at such a young age, tattooed and well equipped. When he unwraps the goods, you get a nice surprise. Watch him rub his juicy cock for our camera, he flips over on the bed and shows off his hard little ass!