Jay Stoney's claim to fame is his giant cock, and he knows it. Not much on words, Jay communicates plenty with his sultry gaze and his actions, lowering himself into the tub as he begins to stroke his long-fellow. Skinny and shapely, he runs his hands across his moist body, splashing off whenever he gets a little too hot, before submerging himself below the water and coming up clean. He stands in the tub, water falling off his back and dripping down to his crack, as he smacks himself on the ass and begins to stroke, his steely eyes staring at you as he launches his thick load all over the faucet head, before dropping back down beneath the water's surface.
Justin Tide is a laid back, easy going beach-comber, looking to hit the waves by day and find some trouble at night. A lifelong skater turned surfer, Justin has a mellow mood about him, and he gives off the vibe that he's down for whatever. After longboarding around for a bit, he moves inside, flopping on the bed and peeling off his board shorts. With pants removed, Justin's stark white ass is exposed, and he fingers his hole and then gives his cheek a nice hearty smack before flipping back over. Once on his back, Justin takes his cock between his two hands and slowly begins thrusting into his hand, clenching his cheeks as he pounds into his palm, and then breaking off to stroke himself as he plays with his balls, spraying his surf-boy load all over his tanned stomach.
Rocco Russo is a fresh young face who is eager to please. A bit quiet and reserved, Rocco comes to life in the gym, as he flexes his muscles and works up a sweat, curling his biceps and toning his chest and back, before slipping out of his workout attire and stripping down to the bone. Seated in the gym, he fondles his cock through his underwear, before losing them as well, revealing his hardening cock as he begins to stroke himself off, spreading his legs around the bench and arching up with his feet. Once he's fully hard, Rocco stands and leans against his locker, his ass perched in the air as he looks down at his cock, before he twists around, presses his back to his locker and launches his load all over the ground below, painting the floor with a spattering of jizz that reflects in hard florescent lights as Rocco looks on, satisfied and sated.
As the last remnants of day fade behind the city skyline, Johnny Diesel stands on a balcony looking westward towards the Pacific, watching the sun set and huddling closer as it gives way to night's chilly air. Johnny moves inside as the light disappears, kindling a fire and relaxing with a drink. As he thumbs through the pages of a magazine, Johnny feels the warmth of the fire and the effects of his drink, and a growing sensation arises in his jeans which requires immediate attention. He unbuttons his shirt and slides if off, throwing open his jeans and pulling his cock out, massaging the tip and fingering his exposed taint as he downs the last of his bottle. His cock now at full attention, Johnny finishes his drink and whets the mouth with his tongue, then slides it down his body and barely penetrates himself, just teasing himself as he continues to stroke away. As he fucks himself with the bottle, Johnny flings his leg over the arm of the chair, spreading his legs wider and wider as he continues to pound away. Needing more room, he stretches out on the floor in front of the fire, dropping the bottle and throwing his head back as he bites his lip, before launching his load in the waning firelight, closing his eyes as the flames lick and flicker above him.
Chad comes to us from the sunny gulf beaches of Florida, ready to flex his way into your fantasies. A competing body-builder, Chad has got the guns to get the job done, but it's his pistol that wil keep you coming back for more. He starts off sort of light in the gym, ripping through a couple of bench press sets before losing his shirt and getting down to business, peeling off his shorts and sliding them off his body, before straddling the bench, ass in the air, and grinding his cock against the support. Flipping back over and leaning against the bar, he takes a firm grip of his cock and strokes it without care or restraint, launching his load all over the bench with a frenetic spray before throwing his head back to exhale, admiring the mess he's made of the gym.
Axle Futura is a soft-spoken guy with a little hitch in his accent and a whole lot of swagger in his britches. Coming from the midwest, he brings a straight-forward attitude and a body that's not too shabby, to boot. We catch up with him as he's fixing himself an afternoon cocktail, and once mixed, he decides to fully unwind. He starts by taking a sip and then slipping out of his clothes, peeling off his tight underwear and reclining on a bar stool, his legs spread and his back to the bar. He begins to work himself up, slowly massaging his cock in the afternoon light.Making pretty fast work of his drink, he spins around and begins to play with his ass, getting looser by the second as his cock swells with the urge to spew. Axle then climbs up onto the bar, fully extended and ready to make this a truly 'happy hour', unleashing his load as his toes curl up and then release.
If you're familiar with Cody Allen, you may know he has tendencies that edge toward strange sexual behavior. In this particular case, we find Cody alone in his room, video chatting with a 'friend' online. Cody has come into this interaction prepared. He's brought several lengths of rope, with the intention to tie himself up. But that's only for starters. Once bound, Cody writhes about for a while, squeezing his ass cheeks and stroking his cock. He manages to work his hands underneath his legs, making it easier to access his hard dick. Eventually he finds a way out of the ropes, only to twist his balls up in his jockstrap. They're a tight sack as Cody continues to rub and manipulate his very large erection. After a while, he removes the jockstrap and folds himself in half in order to suck his own dick. You've probably never seen someone suck himself so well. Cody gets plenty of his own meat past his eager lips. Then it's something else I'd bet most of you haven't seen, nor thought you'd see. Yes, Cody fucks himself. And not just the tip. He really maneuvers his swollen cock deep into his own asshole and fucks himself. Seeing is believing.
Cole Christiansen is letting it all hang out in the sun by the pool, taking it easy & getting comfortable. A laid back guy, Cole's intensity picks up when he's at the gym, where he puts in a few hours a day maintaining his great looking body, but otherwise, he's a down to earth guy without a lot of complications. Obviously comfortable with himself, he begins to disrobe outside, stretching out and taking off his shirt to catch some rays. Moving to the gym, he spars on the punching bag for a while to work up a nice little sweat, and then leans back against the cage to cool off, toweling at his forehead and sliding off his shorts to reveal his package getting harder in the cool dank gym. Sliding his underwear around his ankles, he steps out of them and begins to fondle his rod, sliding his two fore-fingers around the shaft as it wags back and forth, before he drops down onto the mat and spreads his legs as wide as he can. Working his cock back and forth, he's ready to explode, but he puts it off momentarily, turning over onto his knees and rising his ass up in the air as he continues to stroke from underneath, before he stands up and lets his load fly all over the waiting mat below.
Marco Ratillo is a cannonball of energy, barely able to sit still, budding with energy like the spring flowers in bloom all around him. A former gymnast turned body builder, he displays both his strength and flexibility and is quick to come out of his clothes. Rolling around on the recliner, he looks over his shoulder and the sun glimmers off his diamond earring, his swelling cock traced in outline beneath his aqua blue briefs until he peels them off and spreads his legs wide. With his feet dangling off the side, he strokes his cock and teases the head with the tip of his index finger, playing with a drop of pre-cum and then standing up and wagging his cock around the room, before falling back into the chair and launching his load all over his rippled chest and abs and throwing his head back, exasperated, finally taking a moment to rest easy and sit content.
Jax Dylan is a southern boy from New Orleans with an All-American smile and a personality to match. A former college athlete, he's got the fit and the finesse to get the job done, and doesn't mind putting in a hard day's work, but it's how he relaxes that sets him apart. Slowly, he slips off his socks and shoes, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he strips out of his clothes. Throwing himself back onto the bed, he sheds his pants and throws his head back, working his hands down into his waistband and letting his stiffening cock pop out of his underwear. Gripping his shaft with a two handed grip, he teases and rubs the head a little before rising up to his knees and going at his member with tenacity. Spewing his load all over the mirror, retreating back as it drips down the glass, where Jax falls back onto the bed, exhaling and ready for whatever comes next.
Let Damien West awaken your curiosity and arouse your senses, as this buff Miami stud starts his day the right way. We find him in bed and asleep on his stomach, his ass in the air and his arms outstretched. Slowly he wipes away the sleep from his eyes and heads outside, where he walks the grounds and finds the pool. It's inviting waters beckon him and the cool waters wake him up. Heading back inside, he feels a morning urge and decides to stretch out on the sofa before beginning his day in earnest. His cock already stiff and eager, Damien unzips his pants and pulls off his underwear, gripping his dick with both hands and showing it off. Lightly, he brushes his fingers across the shimmering head before grabbing at the base and beginning to work it back and forth. Flipping over from his back to his knees, he pushes his cock back between his legs and continues to flog, before flipping back over and spreading his legs extra wide to finish himself off, before cleaning up and seeing what the day has in store.
A good-natured Southern boy, Edward Prince spends his days saving lives and his nights out in the wild. An EMT by trade, after a long day of saving lives, Edward likes to unwind in the solace of nature and the comforts of solitude. Here we catch him alone in the shower, quietly reflecting as the water soothes and drips down his body, washing away the stresses of the day and leaving him content to a little 'me' time. He soaps up his body and runs his fingers down his body. Steam fills the room and his cock surges with the rush of urgency, so he towels off and makes his way back to the bed, applying lotion and rubbing it into his skin as his cock begs for attention. Finally he dabs a bit onto the shaft and begins to work the tip into a shiny pulsating missile, biting his lip as he pats his taint and works his cock straight up into the air, then shooting his load all over himself in a well-earned, gloopy release of cum that he rubs into his skin before falling off to sleep to do it all over again tomorrow.
Kevin Crows is lounging on the patio and soaking up the sun in this poolside session. Shimmering from the lotion that glistens in the sunlight, he slowly rubs himself down with oil, then, once properly covered in sufficiently slippery, he begins to fondle his cock through his speedos. Pulling his shorts below his waist line, he reveals his rock hard poking through. Sidling up to his knees, he pushes his cock back through his legs and figures out a way to fuck his own feet, which is something you just don’t see everyday, no matter where you hang out. No one trick pony, Kevin has got the self foot fucking method down to a sun drenched science as he balances the weight of his body over his feet and then drops his dick between them, before cooling off in the pool and finishing his sun stroke on the adjacent raft before cumming all over his toes.
JP is an optimistic, athletic guy from the sunny beaches of southern Florida, ready to make a splash and warm you through the winter. An ex college pitcher, this stud has traded in his jock for the stage, spending his nights as a dancer, pleasing and partying his way through the weekend. Here we get a little taste of both, as JP pops it, then locks it, then drops it like it's hot. Once he's down on the floor, his moves become more deliberate, as he peels off his tight pants and lets his cock pop out, flicking it back against his chest while staring up with his big blue eyes. Balancing on an exercise ball, he spreads his legs wide and fingers his ass as he strokes the full length of his cock, pausing at the head to massage the tip, before moving back down the shaft. Moving back to the mat, he leans up against the side of the cage and really goes at it, taking just a moment to look up before unleashing his load onto his sweaty, ripped chest.
This is Vince, another new, young & hot guy to feast your eyes on.Even though he's ripped, great looking and hung like a horse, this guy's pretty shy around new people. Once he gets warmed up to your company though, he's funny, outgoing and loves to horseplay. In his first scene ever, Vince will be showing off his offering in our cabin. He grabs his favorite porn DVD, snatches up the laptop and heads upstairs for his stroke fest.With filthy thoughts on his mind, Vince grabs his large uncut cock and grips it like a motorcycle throttle, stroking it until he unleashes his cream, shooting his load all over his ripped abs.
Alec Leduc is a Canadian heartthrob with deep blue eyes and a really great body. A little restrained at first, he begins to warm up to the camera, and as he strips out of his shorts and begins to fondle his cock, he turns up the heat even more. Taking shade in the back of his van, he takes in the countryside and it reminds him of good times with friends, laying out in the sun, and oh, those summer nights. He rubs his body down and finds his cock staring back up him demanding attention, so he spreads his legs and strokes it into submission, until it finally relents and bursts forth with all the bounty contained within. Wiping the sweat from his brow and smearing the cum into his stomach, he lays his head back and falls off into satisfied sleep.
Derek Webb is an energetic, all-American kind of guy with a desire to please and the body to deliver. An athlete in high school, Derek shows off his guns and his cans, as he does a few light chores around the house. His work takes him out to the tool shed, where he takes a breather to down a beer and relax for a second. Sitting back on a paint bucket, he wipes the sweat from his brow and takes off his shirt, his rippling chest muscles glistening with the sweat from his labor. Cooling off a bit now, he starts to unwind, loosening up his pants and beginning to play with himself through his underwear, before losing all pretenses and stripping out of his clothes altogether. Once naked, Derek fondles himself, flicking his dick back against his stomach as he spreads his legs and leans back. Then, he balances on two buckets, pushing his cock back through his legs and fingering his asshole, before firing his load off and shooting the ground beneath him with a spunk infused blast.
Tyler is a small town country boy from Kentucky. Though soft-spoken and polite with a Southern gentility, do not mistake his kindness for weakness, as Tyler has been a serious fighter for most of his life. Spurred on initially by his rough upbringing, he has since found positive motivation through boxing and fight instruction, turning a negative into something constructive. And Tyler's handiwork is on display here, as he changes out of his street clothes and into something a little more conducive to training. Once properly attired, he then works the bag until he's got a good sweat going. And once his blood gets pumping, Tyler gets the urge to pump something else, so he strips off the gloves and plunges his hands down into his pants, massaging himself beneath his protective cup as he leans back against one of the lockers. Pulling his shorts down around his ankles, he lets his cock pop out, and it stands straight up, eager for attention.Tyler slowly pulls at it and it grows even thicker, so Tyler moves to a bench and reclines, flicking his dick against his chest, every now and again working it sort of aimlessly. Then, all at once, Tyler decides to stop dicking around, flogging himself with intent and focus before unloading his batch in a dripping mess on the floor beneath him.
Randy is a somewhat soft-spoken guy from the Pacific NW. With wrestling in his family background and an athletic past, one thing he isn't shy of is the weight room, where he regularly can be found lifting and crunching to maintain his stellar bod. And when he's not in the gym, he can be found in the classroom, boning up on his lessons and engaging in pursuits of higher learning. But when its time to take a study break, Randy goes all in and takes it all off. Stripping out of his clothes as he sits behind his desk, he rubs his hands along his chest, feeling his muscles flex as he runs his fingers up and down his upper body. Working himself up, he unzips his pants and slowly and strips down to his underwear, taking a seat at one of the student desks as the head of his cock peeks out from the top of his waistband. Once fully naked, Randy reclines back on his desk and proceeds get down to some serious cramming, working the length of his shaft and rubbing the head with his thumb, before draining his load all over his stomach and concluding his special 'study session'.
Chip Tanner is a free spirit from Los Angeles with a few tricks up his sleeve and a few toys in his collection. A dancer and an acrobat, he shows his limber talents of strength and flexibility before getting comfortable on the sofa and stretching out. Spreading his legs in a perfect 180 degree split, the bulge in his pants becomes prominent, as it grows beneath the cut of his silky shorts. Always looking for attention. this self-described horndog slowly peels off his shorts to reveal his gymnast body. Rolling over onto his knees, he pops his booty and locks his muscles, before getting down to the business at hand. Fingering the mouth of a FleshJack with his fingers, he lubes it up and plunges his cock inside, working it in and out, up and down. Almost ready to burst, he nonetheless holds off, switching to a silver dildo and inserting it into his hole while he continues to stroke himself away. With the dildo penetrating him, he feels a rush of ecstatic pleasure and knows he won't be able to hold off much longer, finally letting his load explode as he fucks and flogs himself to completion.
When Garrett Michaels answered the ad for a full time sperm donor, he thought his life was on Easy Street. Getting paid to jerk off all day? What could go wrong with that? Well as he soon has found out, it’s not all hard dicks and happy endings. Turns out there is quite a demand for the spooge of a strapping young buck the likes of Garrett. And so here we find him, at the end of a hard day, with one more empty specimen cup to fill. Garrett musters up his will, and unbuttons his jeans, pulling out his cock one last time. To his surprise, his cock is more than ready to deliver, standing at full mast as Garrett bends over in the chair and strokes himself off. Sitting back now with his legs thrown over the armrests, he gives himself plenty of room to do the deed, and his cock is pulsating and ready to bust its load. As Garrett stands up to empty his package, his muscles convulse one last time and then his cock spits out its bounty, as Garrett falls back into the chair fully spent. Eh, it beats working for a living…
Aaron Tex is Texas born and ready to show you his long horn. You could fly the Lone Star from his flagpole, that's for sure, standing up at full attention and ready for action. Thin, wiry & soft spoken, Aaron lets his big stick do the talking for him, and we catch up to him mid-dialog, his cock poking out of the fly in his boxers and begging for attention. He thumbs the head as it dribbles pre-cum, flashing his pearly whites before licking his lips and commencing to action, wrapping his fingers around the base and wagging it back and forth, slapping it against his stomach, and whacking himself silly before spitting his load onto his chest in a messy puddle of Texas T, white gold. Semen that is.
Conner Hastings is a southern boy with a care-free attitude and a quick trigger finger. The kind of guy who is at home in the outdoors, we find Conner overlooking the hillside as he does his morning stretches. A tae kwon do black belt, he moves from stretching to some light warm up work on the back, running through a series of roundhouse spinning kicks and punch combinations, before leaning back on the bag to catch his breath and soak in the warmth of the mid-morning heat. He leans down against the bag, copping a squat as he slides out of his shorts, running his hands up and down the length of his body, teasing his cock through his shorts before pulling it out slowly and working it up with both hands. He starts slow, but quickly adjusts his pace and his intensity as his the head of his cock starts to shine and glisten. Conner wipes away a bead of pre-cum with his thumb before getting down to serious business, spreading his legs and working his cock beneath a tree, fucking his FleshJack until he sprays his load all over its open mouth.
Paris Jones is one serious slab of lean muscle, with barely an ounce of body fat on his frame. A martial artist from Russia, he spends his days training, learning discipline and preparing his body to become a better fighter. He shows off some of his skills here, as well as the chiseled body he has to work with, and after his work out he decides to show a little more than just his fighting stance. He peels off his gi and pats the sweat on his forehead, then lowers himself against the punching bag and spreads his legs, his cock already hard and swelling, ready to burst as he lays on the mat. Spreading his fingers around the head of his cock, he strokes feverishly as his whole body heats up, then shoots his load in a sprawling mess all over his stomach and chest before cleaning up, wiping off and preparing for another day of training and work.
Aaron Reynolds is pulling double duty in his Next Door debut, as he undresses in front of his mirror. Slow and sensual, he pulls off his shirt and pants, teasing his underwear and rubbing himself through his shorts. His soft blue eyes reflecting in the mirror betray his intentions, as they spy his waiting cock, getting harder by the moment underneath his briefs. Aaron slowly peels of his shorts, turning his ass to the mirror for twice the beef, and then leans back on the adjacent bed to fully himself. Spreading his legs and working his shaft, he strokes his cock to a fever pitch, letting off just before he lets loose, his cock swelling from the rush, until he finally throws his head back, bites his bottom lip and lets fly with a massive load of cum all over himself. Not bad at all for a first timer.
Doug Acre is a wild child and a live wire, with a versatile and veritable bod for you to crush on. Taking time out from his gig as a GoGo Dancer, he gets hot & steamy in the shower, soaping up in the suds and soaking in the sun. Once clean, he towels off and takes a squat beside the tub, stretching out as he reclines against its side, then spreading his legs and paying attention to his massive cock. Holding it against his leg, you see its meaty girth, and as he smacks it against his stomach, one can imagine all the fun it could provide. Doug fingers his asshole and the head of his dick swells up, beading a single droplet of cum as Doug commences to stroke lightly, so as not to bust his load prematurely. Flipping over onto his knees, he pushes his cock through his legs and continues to fuck into his hand as he works his hips back and forth, simulating a pounding as he thrusts, before turning back over and going for the prize, stroking feverishly on his back until his cock spits forth its load in a messy puddle of goo all over Doug's stomach.
Well they said he was a rebel, yeah they said he could fight. He breezed into town like a warm gust in the dead of winter. They called him Touch, Rocky Touch. Some people said he was running from something. A whole lotta broken hearts, I guessed. Said he needed a place to lay his head down for a while. He ended up taking a space on the couch, an arrangement I reasoned wouldn't last too long. When he asked what I would accept in return for the favor, I told him square, 'I wanna watch you cum.'So he turned on a porno DVD, pulled out a large, already fattened cock, and stroked it while I observed. I could tell he ed tugging his thick meat. Sometimes he would slow down the jerks and shoot me a look that indicated soothing relief. I joined him as I watched, and waves of pleasure came over me too. 'Touch,' I said, 'I don't know what kinda rocky road you been down, but I sure do like the way you move.'
David Ryder is an extreme case originally from the south. Whether it is cycling 30 miles a day, skydiving or just hanging at the gym, if it gets his blood pumping, he's into it, and he's got the body to show for his hard work. Ripped and shredded with nary an ounce of fat on him, he's also got a fearless curiosity that allows him to experiment and expand his horizons without reservation. It's this trait that brings him here, where he has no inhibitions about his body. And why would he? Peeling out of his shorts, he shows his rippled abs and his long lean legs, but it's his hard cock that garners the most attention. Bending over, he pushes his cock between his legs as he maneuvers around the cot he's reclined on, before lubing it up and stroking it down, then exploding his load all over the sheets.
If the red hair doesn't give you the way, the hairy, chiseled tattooed upper body surely will. It's James Jameson, and he's back here on NextDoorMale to show off his new tat, and of course, he fat lovely cock!It's another day at the porn house, and instead of being naked all day, we hired James to do a little construction work on an out building. After measuring and cutting wood all day, it was finally time to stroke a different kinda of wood: his dick.After planting his ass on one of the garden benches, James slowly caresses his beautiful abs, bringing his limp cock to full erection in such a gentle way. But being soft and slow isn't the only way he likes it. When it's time to cum, James grabs his fat helmet head and tugs on it until his body is shivering with orgasmic delight and he shaft is spewing his hot load all over hit sexy body.
James Jamesson carries a spirit of rugged individualism. He was raised on fresh, pure oats and unpasturized milk. He often steals away into the hills to wrestle deer and other wild creatures. A badger once challenged him to a race. James won by half an inch. Needless to say, the man keeps himself in peak physical, mental, and psychological condition at all times. In this scene, we see how he does it. He's handling these heavy, iron weights in his own unique fashion, which keeps his biceps, abs, and triceps tight as a drum. As he finishes up the strenuous physical portion of his routine, it's time for a cool down in order to bring the various elements of his consciousness into alignment. He accomplishes this by petting his cock until it swells, fattening in his red and black workout shorts. From there he takes it out and strokes it. Watch his very special, one-of-a-kind technique for jerking off and putting his entire being into focus. His chiseled muscular definition has been specially honed for tugging his fat dick until it bursts in a euphoric release of tension. Take a lesson from Sensei Jameson, our master masturbator.
Jackson Klein is stood up and stuck without a ride. You could say he's fucked, but that would be inaccurate, since not only does he have to walk home, but he also has to walk home alone, which means he most definitely will not be fucked anytime soon. This fact has got him more riled than the long and arduous walk ahead of him, and the whole time, all he can think about is how horny he is now. So when he finally gets back, he wastes no time in satisfying his hard earned desires. Setting his bag down with a thud, he immediately whips out his pud and starts jacking himself feverishly, trying to erase the memory of being stood up and the sexual energy all his anger has built up. Stroking to maximum hilt, he lets go of his rage as the cum gushes from his dick, leaving him exhausted, but at the very least, somewhat vindicated.
Meet Samuel O'Toole. This young buck has it all. A killer smile, a great body and a fat cock! On top of that, he's got a great, laid back attitude. We're really happy to have him on our sets, as we're sure you'll be too, once his clothes come off!For this scene, Mr. O'Toole will be demonstrating the art of masturbation, and the lovely orgasm. Samuel begins by admiring himself in the mirror, gazing over his toned body and large muscles. Once in the buff, Samuel grabs a hold of his fat hog and gives it a slow, sensual stroking until his balls tighten up and he unloads his massive load all over a nearby mirror. Anyone want to lick it up? We bet!
He had come from a place of which they had never heard. He came into town riding on the back of the wettest storm in decades. Some said it was no coincidence Kovi LaCroix arrived when he did, the circumstances were too eerily serendipitous. He asked for a place to rest a while, a place with shade. The librarian's brother had an extra room, so he took Kovi home. There was only one request of the out-of-towner. The librarian's brother would give him shade and let him rest for a bit, but he wanted Kovi to jack off on camera. Kovi, with mysterious, piercing eyes, nodded his head slowly, agreeing to masturbate on tape. You'll see here what happened. You'll witness Kovi unsheathe his manhood and fatten it up with some squeezing and toying. You'll experience Kovi tug and stroke his uncut, erect cock for the librarian's brother's camera. And you'll join him in a great release, just before settling down in the shade after days, weeks, perhaps months of travel.
Markie More is a former wrestler turned gym rat, a blonde haired, blue-eyed guy with an air of serious contemplation about his every move. Originally from Colorado, we catch up with him just as he begins his day, stretching and rising from slumber and ing a cup of coffee on the front porch as the morning sun begins its ascent. Sun kissed and warmed up, Markie moves back inside to start his day, stripping out of his bed clothes and reclining on the sofa to take care of one of his morning rituals. Slowly unzipping his pants, he slides his hand beneath his jeans, playing with his morning wood through the underwear, before popping his hard cock out and standing it straight up, wagging it around a bit, then slapping it against his belly as it swells with blood and becomes hard as a rock. Markie grabs it, slowly stroking up and down as the sunlight creeps through the blinds. He sits up to his knees and goes at it more earnestly, sensing that he is about to explode. He closes his eyes, reaching back around and clutching his ass, giving it a squeeze as he launches his load all over himself. Just another day in the life for Markie.
James Huntsman likes to move fast, and as such, he's sort of a hard person to catch up with, but we've managed to slow him down just long to steal a few intimate moments with him. Finding him in the garage, he waxes down his motorcycle and tunes any imperfections. It's hot and sweaty work, and so it's only a matter of time before James loses his shirt in an attempt to cool down. But relief is nowhere in sight, and so James turns his thoughts back to riding through the cool breeze, the wind against his face as he pushes the throttle higher and higher. Lost in his fantasies, he finds himself stiffening up in the pants, getting hard at the thought of the speed and the freedom. He unzips his pants and his cock pops out, standing at full mast and ready for some waxing of its own, so James slowly runs his hands down his chest and spreads his fingers around the shaft, teasing the head with his fingertips and caressing all around the base of his cock. Reclining on the bike, he spreads his legs around its chassis and leans back, working his dick back and forth and spreading his legs as wide as possible, before he nuts all over the concrete floor in a splashing drizzle of milky jizz.
Chuck is a midwestern guy who loves all things outdoors. Not too big on words, he prefers to let his actions do the talking for him, whether he's out on the water, in the woods, on the playing field- whichever. A man's man who would do anything for his boys, here, we find Chuck flying solo, but he's got enough to satisfy and more than a mouthful. He leans back on the bed, eyes closed, head thrown back, hands in his pants. Feeling around he massages his cock, teasing it beneath his shorts and then popping it out and stripping out of his underwear. Sliding his hands up and down his chest, he finally grasps his shaft and begins to stroke, feverishly at first, then alternating and slowing down to really prolong the whole affair. Moving up onto his knees, he smacks his ass as he pushes his cock through his legs, pushing it up against the side of his thigh as it emits a tiny bead of pre-cum, before rotating back over onto his back and getting down to serious business, spreading his legs wide and thrusting up into his hand as he shoots his load like a geyser.
Exiled from civilization and the comforts of modern society, Rod Daily is alone in the woods with only his wits to keep him alive. Under such harsh circumstances, his sexual desire becomes insatiable. Among the trees, he strokes his cock and dreams of one day again feeling the warmth of a human companion. He knows he must live in the shadows as an invisible presence, while his raging desires grow stronger, urging him to do things he knows he mustn't. When he happens upon a house, just off the woods, he enters, against his best judgment, draws a bath, and jerks his throbbing dick in the tub. From there he finds a soft, warm bed to finish himself. The luxuriousness of the fine linen reminds him of a time long ago and a life he once lived.
Jaxon Colt is an open minded, midwestern guy with dreamy blue eyes and a slim and trim body to match. Lounging by the pool, he gazes off at the hillside, before turning in and taking it all off. Laying in bed for a midday's rest, he removes his pants before throwing off the sheet and exposing his hard cock, staring up at him and in need of address. He slides his middle two fingers around the base, wagging it back and forth as the head swells with blood and straightens out to full mast. Slowly, he grips his cock around the tip and runs his fist down the shaft, smacking it against the side of his leg before stroking it in earnest. Feeling halfway home, he pulls his little friend, the 9' dildo from underneath the pillow, and mounts it sitting up as he continues to go for the gold, jacking off a load that blasts his chest as he lay there content and ready for sleep.
Slate Steele has got a body chiseled out of granite, but don't let that fool you into thinking he's all brawn and no brain. When he's not at the flexing his weight, this LA gym-rat pounds the books, beefing up on knowledge to complement his impressive physique. We catch up with Slate alone in the gym, putting in the necessary work it takes to maintain such a perfect body. After his workout, he decides to let off some steam and show off a bit as well, stripping down to his jock and peeling that away as well, as he leans on the bench and runs his fingers over the veins of his cock, teasing the head and fondling his balls. Pushing his hardened cock down, he lets go and it snaps back against his stomach, before he grabs it and repeats the process. Finally he's done teasing and gets to the business at hand, working his shaft up and down until he's ready to unleash his load, which he explodes all over the gym floor in small white puddles of goo.
Hugh Jazz is a country boy with a reckless streak running through him, but we've managed to keep him out of trouble for at least one afternoon. A good ol' boy originally from West Virginia, this rabble-rouser likes to go fast and get dirty, and he's not stopping until the job is done. We catch up to him at the end of his day moving some hay as he relaxes and kicks back with a cool one, draining it quickly before turning his attention to a different sort of release. Oblivious to onlookers, he unzips his pants and lets his cock peek out from the side of his underwear, the head swelling up as the shaft hardens. He takes it out and stands it up, wagging it around before standing up, pushing it through his legs as he bends over and begins to stroke, before reclining back down on the hay and spreading his legs to get that nut southern style. Running his hands up and down his chest and his rippled abs, his mouth falls open as he gets closer and closer, breathing heavy and beading moisture as he sprays his milky load all over himself in the afternoon sun, the sweat on his head glimmering in the afternoon light.
David Stone has come a long way to deliver the goods to you. Originally from Poland, this multi-sport athlete now resides in the basketball mecca of Indiana, where he spends his days studying radiation therapy and hitting the weights, keeping his svelte frame in order. Somewhat reserved, David nonetheless describes himself as a sexual deviant, so when it comes time for him to strip out of his clothes, he has no reservations, spreading his legs and standing his cock straight up at full mast. He flips over onto his knees, sticking his ass high in the air and his cock through his legs, stroking between his thighs as he looks over his shoulder. Then, flipping back over, he softly and slowly rubs the head until it fills up all nice and shiny. David then walks over to the mirror, admiring himself as he finishes off, blasting the glass with his hot load and watching it drip down to the floor below.
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