The Look Of A Man

On the sun-warmed deck, horny muscle stud Matt Dietz grips the railing and strokes his thick cock against its rough edge. His mind drifts to Aaron Austin and Christian Fox, bodies slick with sweat as they tangle in the yard, limbs locked in raw, urgent need. Short, teasing rubs. A low growl escapes him. In the dim garage shadows, Kevin Kramer drops to his knees and devours Hunter Scott's cock with greedy hunger. He works the hairy stud's shaft, lips tight and tongue swirling, driving Hunter into a frenzy of ragged breaths and flexing thighs. Hunter spins, offers his ass—Kevin dives in, rimming deep, lapping at the musky heat until Hunter quivers. Hunter pulls back, claims a quick, fierce suck of Kevin's throbbing cock, tasting salt and desire. Then his fingers probe, circling and warming that tight hole, stretching it with patient thrusts. Kevin's ready now, body arching in invitation. Hunter slides his cock in deep, one smooth plunge that fills him completely, and pumps hard, driving his point home with every powerful stroke.