Fit For Service

Paul Wagner, all chiseled muscle and raw appeal, unbuckles his pants with a deliberate flick. He wraps his fist around his thick cock, wrenching it over and over in firm, insistent pulls. The guy tugs on that double shaft like it's his favorite plaything. Paul's no novice—a true master toyman, he handles his mighty toy with unshakeable confidence. He strips away every last piece of gear, baring himself completely. Then, with a teasing finger, he circles and probes his asshole, stoking the fire before diving back into the rhythm. Faster now, harder—Paul strokes his cock with relentless drive. He slips into a fevered dream, casting himself as the lone commando in the wilds, hand steady on the trigger, commanding the chaos. Victory surges through him at last; he explodes in a hot rush, leaving him drenched and utterly spent.