Bearded, furry muscle bear Atlas Grant is on his knees, ass out for Dallas Steele to take. Wearing his "fuck socks," tattooed Atlas anxiously awaits for Dallas to touch him. But the silver daddy prolongs the moment, creating a higher sexual tension for both. Dallas leans back, stroking that thick cock of his but soon spanks Atlas's meaty ass. Dallas unzips what Atlas is wearing, exposing the hairy ass, then proceeds to finger fuck him. But Atlas can't wait any longer. He stands, peels off his sexy garment, and drops to his knees. This little piggy devours Dallas as if that cock were filet mignon, slobbering over the thick, throbbing tool. Silver piggy Dallas, returns the favor by eating out Atlas with a good, sloppy rim job. Trust us, your hole will be puckering after this ass eating! After the incredible priming, Dallas slides home and pumps every single inch of his thick slab inside Atlas. The look on Atlas's face as he's fucked bareback by daddy? Priceless. The look on daddy's face as Atlas works for that load? Like he won the jackpot at a Vegas casino. Atlas takes it deep, twerking his ass and milking Dallas, who gives him a cummy reward. Seconds later, Atlas pumps out a nice, creamy load of his own.
There are two schools of thought when it comes to sex. One camp believes it's the top who's in charge, because he's the one fucking. The other camp argues the bottom is in charge, because without the bottom, tops simply wouldn't have a hole to fuck. It's kinda like, which came first, the chicken or the egg. Well, we're not about to open up that can of worms and we don't know if this scene with Atlas Grant and Brian Bonds will finally lay the argument to rest about tops and bottoms. All we know is that Brian, who makes a good top, makes one hell of an aggressive bottom! Clad in boots and leather gear, he's hanging out and chilling in a sling, drinking his head. The scruffy blond sex whore soon calls for beefy, hairy muscle bear, Atlas, to serve him more. But mead isn't the only thing on Brian's mind. He needs cock. He lets out his inner whore — though, truth be told it wasn't that well-hidden — and gives Atlas a rash of commands, bossing him around and getting Atlas to suck his cock AND his hole. Yes, we do mean sucking his hole, not just rimming. You'll be able to tell by the piggy, wonderfully nasty sounds they make. Speaking of sounds, you'll swear Atlas and Brian are doing more than just fucking bareback. They're rutting like snorting, sex-crazed animals, complete with sweat, spit and cum in all the right places.
Just as there are rituals before going out — things like shaving, taking a shower, picking out your clothes — there are rituals before sex. Tattooed and goateed silver daddy Scotty Rage demonstrates by buzzing his head, even while wearing his sunglasses. After all, it's his persona, and he MUST be groomed. As he runs the clippers along his scalp, he makes sounds of pleasure. What we soon realize is that there's someone between Scotty's legs, sucking his cock. Even as Scotty continues to don his outfit for the night, which includes leather gloves, Sean Knight thrusts his hairy ass out, clad in a jockstrap, while leaning forward to devour daddy's cock. But Daddy likes ALL parts of his body licked and sucked. He presents his ass for Sean to eat and Scotty is not disappointed. You can tell that, as Scotty wriggles his ass up and down, circling it all around, Sean clearly knows how to eat a man's ass. Scotty serves up his cock once more and Sean obediently serves. Soon, however, servant becomes Master as Sean takes charge of Scotty and fucks the muscle bear daddy bareback, seeding his hungry hole then eating his jizz. We thought we'd seen everything!
The only thing hotter than a muscle car is a hot, take-charge, muscle bear daddy driving that muscle car. And no known fits the bill like Marc Angelo. Driving and cruising for trouble during the desert twilight, the tattooed bearded daddy comes across Atlas Grant, hitchhiking by the side of the road. Dressed in Daisy Duke cut-offs and hot to trot in his own leather harness, Marc instinctively knows this hairy mother fucker is about to be his slave. Atlas just doesn't know it yet. But it won't take much. Already aroused by the sports car and even more excited by getting it on with Marc, bearded Atlas is laid out on a long dinner table, where Marc gorges himself on the hunky side of beef. After feeding him uncut cock, Marc plays with his "food" fingering Atlas then bareback fucking him with nothing but spit for lube. Except that amazing, bubblicious ass — beautifully framed by a well-fitting jockstrap — is far too tight. Marc needs more lube. He fucks Atlas's face, his cock already coated with spit and ass juice, then goes back to raw dogging his new slave, marking his territory with a good seeding, which only turns on Atlas so much he immediately unleashes a cummy mess of his own.
Sometimes you want things you probably shouldn't have, things that will cost in some fashion. We don't mean financially. We're talking about the emotional toll exacted on your soul when you finally get what you want and it turns out to be different than how you imagined. Not better, not worse. Just…different. Take Mason Lear as an example. He's wanted Angel Ferrari for a while now. And let's face it, Angel is the complete package, not only for Mason. Angel is tall, dark, and handsome, with a brooding sensuality and a big cock. And he's quiet. There's just something about that kind of man that makes some quiver with excitement and gets them wet. When Mason finally got what he wanted he knew he was in for more than just a touchy-feely sort of fuck. Angel crawled into Mason's mind, pushing out all thought of camera and crew. Instead, Angel connected with Mason's holes, using them as if they were nothing more than toys to bring him pleasure. From fucking Mason's throat and slapping those big floppy balls in Mason's face, to dumping his seed inside Mason's fuck hole. Is it any wonder he fantasized about what kissing Angel might be like? Or to be allowed to jerk himself off during, and not just after Angel had come? Yes, Angel got a cum facial and ate most of Mason's load but there's just something alluring about catching that elusive selfish lover that brings out the unworthy whore in many of us. Ummm…hello? Angel? Are you there? Damn. Here we go again, sniffing around after some hot sweaty guy with a big cock to use us for his — and his only — pleasure. Turns out Angel has his own sexual demons to wrestle. Oh, heart be still!