Studio: Can-Am

Eyes lock. Fingers brush against tightened abs. Your breath comes faster. Your lip quivers, needfully. Your heart races. You`re standing face-to-face with anybody you`ve at no time met. You crave him. And u know this guy craves u. There`s no thing like it in the world, that heady feeling that says u will pretty soon be in every other`s arms...soon be inside every other...sweating, pumping, giving a kiss, and wrapped up like clinging vines, all flesh and sinew and muscle and hard, palpitating jocks. You know it from the instant u watch every other. It`s chemistry. It`s destiny. And it all comes to fruition when 2 studs come to a conclusion to have themselves a amicable wrestling match.
That`s what happens when A.J. Irons and Jake Lyons climb into the ring. They are fully dressed in workout gear, including shirts, and in the case of Lyons, panties. The clothing present a bonus defiance for those 2 horned-up hogs. They gaze longingly at every other, a mutual admiration society, clearly trying to imagine the superlatively good and fastest way to discard these pesky raiment and receive down to the real meat. With no false intentions, solely a crave to receive right down to business, they disrobe down to just speedos and boots. Mouths water at the sight of every respective bulge. Massive. Bouncing. Incredibly pronounced, on one as well as the other sides of the ring. Neither fellow expected that. Neither fellow is frustrated.
Irons takes the lead, asking Lyons to remove his red boots. This is to be a barefoot adventure, and Irons returns the favour, quickly and seductively unlacing Lyons blue boots. Off with the socks.
They now stand, giant bulges apparent, evenly matched, in just their speedos. They speak to every other in jabs and challenges, but their voices betray em, quivering nervously. They are all also alluring, obviously willing and ready to enjoyment the other guy. Obviously fighting several dozen urges.
Jake Lyons wears a tiny blue speedo. His is skinny, toned, less vocal. His is a swimmer`s build. This face is that of a very serious lad with the jawline of a stud. A consummate trail of hair points the way to this greeter assets. His abdominals are lengthy and lean, and his biceps, emphasized by patches adorable armpit hair, are larger than expected when flexed.
A.J. Irons, on the other hand, is tan and brawny, tattooed, and toned. His biceps cast shadows. His biceps glow. His back, shoulders, wings, triceps, all shine in the light. He is darksome, gracious, and greatly vocal.
When those 2 dude give a decision to lastly wrestle it out, the slap of flesh against flesh is sufficiently to make someone swoon. Surprisingly, it is the slimmer, shyer Lyons who clamps his arm around Irons.
You can`t receive out of this, little wench, this chab laughs.
Beginner`s luck, says Irons, in advance of they tie-up another time.
Back and forth they rock, like giants at war, all the whilst their giant bulges bouncing alluringly. Just when it appears to be Lyons is trapped, that guy grabs a full handful of Irons` package, rendering the titan immobile. Ball abase becomes the primary source of destruction for those 2, probably coz every stud looks so gorgeous with limbs intwined in the ropes, legs widen wide, willing to be punished.
It`s not lengthy in advance of those men take it to the floor, pinioning every other in figure four leg locks and other greater quantity torturous holds. Incredibly, mid-hold, they stop to admire the cutie of every other`s calves and arms. All also in a short time the boyish Lyons finds his head clamped constricted betwixt Iron`s head, balls in his face, nipps being tortured.
Out of this aggression comes tenderness.
Am I being likewise coarse with u, lad, Irons asks in all sincerity, whilst wanking the chest of his opponent.
Then the earth shakes. These males rise to their feet, face off, and apologize! Too much aggression, also much showing off. They acquiesce, instead, to give every other their due. To give every other a chance to do what this chab does superlatively good. What follows is the sexiest swap of moves, every designed to hurt, stretch, and satisfy. Fingers explore teats, balls, rods, and so much greater quantity.
Just await until Irons teaches Lyons The Pump Handle move, which involves a full on humping of Lyons` blue-clad butt, and leads to the simplest, hottest move of all. That being Irons pinning Lyons to the floor, servicing his nipps, riding his cock...until they cannot take it some other second, leading to a full on nut engulfing, weenie jerking off, jacking off, mouth gagging, spitting sex session that will have your head spinning.
These guys are into every other, from the pont of time their eyes meet to that last cum launch, and u will feel their chemistry and sweat-drenched harmony from the instant they peel of their shirts all the way to that hair-pulling, ball slapping, wazoo fucking last move.

Format: mp4
Duration: 52:45
Video: 1280x720, AVC (H.264), 1932kbps
Audio: 124kbps

File size: 796.6 MB