Pornstud/The Big Deal, Part 2

In the pulsing heart of a private sex club, Big John tosses his hardhat to the floor. Tom Cline, the burly 'No. 77' from the Winner's Circle center position, flings his football helmet after it. They converge at center stage, bodies gleaming under the lights, ready to unleash a marathon of raw, sweat-slicked passion for the rapt audience. Big John's 11-inch cock stiffens to unyielding steel. Tom wets his lips, traces his tongue from the swollen head down to those heavy balls, then forces his mouth wide to swallow as much rigid shaft as his throat can wrench in. He sucks long and fierce, drawing out every throb. Big John maneuvers 'No. 77' into that prime center stance, plunging his tongue deep into the athlete's goal-scoring ass. Fingers chase the lick, probing and stretching. The crowd leans in as Big John mounts for the brutal plunge—rough, unyielding thrusts into that clenched hole. Tom takes it to the brink, gasping, but Big John knows a true center craves the extreme. He balls his massive fist and drives it whole into Tom's gaping ass, the man squatting low to claim every inch of the invasion. This hidden gem, the city's sole nightly spectacle of such feral hunger, stays unnamed and uncharted. At Falcon, we smuggled in our cameras to capture the frenzy and deliver it straight to you.