Studio: Rascal Video
Cast: Anthony Holloway, Christopher Michaels, Damon Ivy, Joe Foster, Kyle Kennedy, Matt Summers, Nick Capra, Paul Johnson, Robbie Angel, Trent Atkins
Our review: Leave it to Miss Chi Chi to concoct such a lurid triple entendre. In the Can is a polished assortment of 'filmed' performance vignettes. One's got a latrine motif, but all of em boast mega schlongs being greedily drank and feverishly buried... in the can. While killing time in advance of a discharge, muscly, furry/clipped-chested Paul Johnson acquires the hotness going with a lusty self-gratification session on a stepladder. As Paul writhes about prying apart his own tushy aperture, in strolls salivatingly charming chap penis Joe Foster and suggests a wet 10-pounder for the tasting. Paul greedily deep-chokes on Jason's sizeable prong, and after some mutual groping and grinding of their knobs below every other's nut sacks, and after a perspired rim-chewing session, Paul takes a determined bounce on Joe's rigid rod. We meet darksome haired dreamboat Nick Capra as his face is buried in the seat of a couple of denims worn by even-dreamier Trent Atkins. Trent pokes his own aperture a bit and suggests a suckle of his well-traveled fingers to Nick. Slurp, slurp. Jeans yanked down, Nick peels off Trent's tightie-whities and thrusts his tongue into the boy's constricted cherry gap. Before Trent even has time to absolutely remove his jeans, Nick's big beef is firmly implanted betwixt his constricted juvenile hungry ass cheeks. Then comes some cocksucking for 2, then Trent takes yet some other bouncy seat on Nick's lap. More hawt stickiness ensues: Damon Ivy acquires it on with Christopher Michaels in the men's shitter by the urinals, positioned in front of a strategic brilliance aperture. Spying on em is Anthony Holloway, and this chab enters brandishing a mighty large jock. Christopher sucks 'em one as well as the other, whilst a newcomer grabs the vacated glory-hole seat: puppy-dog-adorable Robbie Angel, who proves to be just as devilish a sex-fiend as the rest of the boyz when this guy joins the group and makes it a four-way, rim-chewing, hole-cramming jubilee. Last, and almost any of course not least, is lusciously cute goat lad (i.e. smooth torso, way-hairy legs - yum!) Matt Summers (who, by the way, is too the poster lad for my perpetual erection, don'tcha know). Outside on the veranda, Matt receives his fuzzy caboose tongue-shellacked by me, er, I mean by smooth Kyle Kennedy, who suggests a right large bone for Matt to have a hearty bounce on. That this guy does, and dude oh fellow, when our lad Matt discharges his load, his body convulses wildly and that guy let us loose a series of throaty groans and grunts that will send a giddy shudder throughout your bod, also. If that doesn't thrill u, the sight of Matt's face getting splattered with Kyle's pearly cock juice surely will. And that's a wrap. Or, as our chaps say with a flirtatious grin: 'Another one in the can!' Yeah, and one more gobby soaked stain that I need to go wash out of my trousers right now. --Beef Stroganoff
Format: mp4
Duration: 1:35:09
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 2916kbps
Audio: 125kbps
File size: 2.1 GB
