Bearded and tattooed Avi Strider is horny. He needs to get off in the worst way. Only trouble is, there’s no one around to give a helping hand. His usual fuck buddies are either at work or now in relationships. And let’s face it, sometimes it’s best to just whip it out and start stroking instead of playing games on hook-up sites. Avi takes matters into his own hands, stripping to expose his hairy body and get himself hard. But he doesn’t just want to jerk off. He wants to add a bit of interest. Avi blindfolds himself then lays back, as if awaiting for an anonymous hook-up, like in the most recent scene he watched, with Emmett Frost topping John Pucker. The blindfold allows Avi to retreat to his wank bank — goodness knows who he pretended to be in his scenario of choice! — as well as allowing Avi to experience a heightened sensation as he builds towards climax and sprays jizz all over his belly. So, you see, sometimes it’s just better blindfolded. The more you know!
Archives for April 2018
Emmett Frost and John Pucker
John Pucker has been sexting with a fuck buddy. He needs it bad and the man on the receiving end of his texts, gives him his orders. Well, you don’t have to tell Pucker twice. He can follow directions. Prepped, blindfolded and ready for his anonymous pump ‘n dump, he’s got his ass up in the air and the front door open. There’s only problem. His pup, constantly looking to get out of the house and explore, slips out quietly, unbeknownst to Pucker. Meanwhile, Emmett Frost, who just moved into the neighborhood, spots Pucker’s pup and decides to put him back where the dog belongs. Except when Frost walks into the house to deliver the dog, he sees more than he bargained for. What’s a red-blooded bear to do? When you see an ass like Pucker’s, up in the air, and clearly ready and waiting for cock… Emmett closes the door behind him and walks into the bedroom, where he proceeds to make a meal out of Pucker’s ass and shoving raw cock into the hungry, waiting hole. Emmett fucks Pucker bareback, and after letting loose with one of the hottest cum facials we’ve seen in a while, Pucker removes the blindfold. Plot twist!
Emmett Frost and Dante Kirkdale
After a soul-suckingly stressful day at work, there’s nothing you want more than to get home and relax. Now, some will unwind with a hot bath or shower. Others with a good story or an escapist movie, all while sipping a glass of wine. And then there’s Emmett Frost. His boyfriend, Dante Kirkland, knows him like a book, so when he hears Emmett’s voice, Dante knows his husky brown lover needs to wind down. And Dante knows exactly what to do in order to make that happen. Once he’s done putting away the groceries, having spruced up their kitchen, he starts getting dirty the moment Emmett walks through the door, greeting him in his freshly washed jockstrap. It starts with a kiss and continues with a blowjob, allowing Emmett to focus on releasing the pressure. The build in intensity but true steam is vented in the bedroom, with steady pounding — at time rough, at times loving — taking out his filthy aggression on Dante, who takes every ounce of frustration built up inside Emmett. The perfect way to end a crappy day at work. Getting down and dirty. Negative energy dissolving into positive, obliterated by that one most beautiful moment of all. Orgasm.
Steve Sommers and Avi Strider
Ever have one of those moments in life when everything seems to hit you at once? When that happens, sometimes you can barely keep it together. That’s where Steve Sommers is at this moment. And after an excruciatingly long day at work there’s only one thing that’s going to help him unwind and get rid of the anxiety and frustration of his work week…a good solo jerk-off session! But as the hairy daddy gets into it, a knock at the door brings an unexpected visitor, Steve’s landlord, Avi Strider. It seems Steve’s check has bounced yet again. What’s a daddy to do except make it up to the pissed off, bearded hipster? Steve knows how to please Avi…with a balls deep bareback fuck that’s so rough you can hear Steve’s sofa creaking. It’s a wonder it didn’t break. Then again, something about the way these two nasty fuckers go at it makes us think perhaps there’s a bit of bad blood between them. But at least they’re both unexpectedly stress-free, even if they are breathless. Now if only Steve would stop bouncing those damn checks!