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This thing with the camera moving around isn't just brilliant...I would almost go as so far as saying that it is fucking vital for porn!    Especially at the end when the bottom is orgasming and ejaculating!

 

This guy is hot!

 

 

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Is there a name for this position?    I would love to see more of this!     ;)

 

Whoa! The music on here at the beginning is SO cool! It sounds so funny too when they show the camera! I LOVE it! Thanks for posting all of that with the video and menu too! Far out! I have seen this and these things done with intros and menus being shown, included, played at the beginning and wish more videos posted here about would do the same! It's just such cool documentation!

 

                                                   

I LOVE how you can tell when he orgasms and ejaculates and see his facial expressions as he frantically and desperately struggles through orgasm!    

 

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Now here they do a great and good job showing the boys recovering and loving each other after each have orgasmed and ejaculated!     This is so very beautiful and what I consider (when possible in the experience of course in real life or what have you and even in porn for that matter) a part of love making that gets so left out.    

 

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Do any of you know the name of the top in this?     I know he is in a bunch of other videos...and he is gorgeous too!    :)

 

 

Wow!    These boys are beautiful!    I love the music and production too!    :)    Just not the bad picture and sound quality.

 

 

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Very sad, disappointing, and disturbing that he is smoking.    That beard and tattoo isn't good either.

 

He was a handsome man, tall, muscled, masculine, heavy stubble – and pretty drunk, slightly swaying. I had had a long evening negotiating, and was looking forwards to some gentle time alone. Having some soft fantasies, I was enjoying his form while we waited for the elevator in the hotel lobby, convinced he was paying no attention to me. Others joined us, small crowd, so when the doors opened the car was pretty full. I was standing right in front of my handsome drunk at the back, but facing forward. We weren’t that crowded, so when I felt his body against mine, I knew it was more than people pressed together. I was pretty surprised – I mean the move itself was surprising, but he could have had any man and I was just this older guy, neither well-muscled nor particularly handsome. I tensed reflexively at first, leaned a little away. But then I thought about it and my lust engaged. So I leaned back, maybe a little more. The next time I felt his body, we stayed touching: not moving except perhaps to press a little more against each other. People were leaving the elevator, getting off, but I stayed where I was. People don’t notice you in elevators unless you do something pretty weird. Even so, when he moved his hips against me, I was sure others would notice the movement, and perhaps also my blushing red face and slightly heavier breathing. I must have leaned back a little, accepting his move. More people got off, and our closeness probably became obvious to the four or so left. But there was no comment. By that time the most plausible explanation was that we were unlikely lovers, perhaps I was a daddy. My newfound son was getting a little more frisky behind me, putting his hands on my hips and bending his face down to mine. When the last couple got off, the man looked disgusted but his date have an impish smile and said “Good night!”. We’d gone way past my floor, so I pushed the down button, and away we went. With no one in the car but us, his thrusts became demanding, his tongue found my ear, first reaming it with his tongue and then whispering: “I’m going to fuck you and seed you’. My short term goal was to get him into my room before he started to fuck me in the elevator. He was turning me on so much I might have let him do me right there, but my floor arrived, the doors opened. He followed me out, and then I realized how very, very drunk he was. He might have collapsed if I hadn’t steadied him. Through my door, and he staggered to the bed, falling face down. I thought at first he had passed out – what a drag that would have been – but then he started humping the bed, and I realized the tryst was still on. We all know undressing a drunk is not always easy, and it was made more difficult as he was fumbling at my clothes, and kissing, licking and sucking any piece of my flesh he found. What a gorgeous body he had! Normally I’m not into muscled guys, but this man was poster perfect – a real Apollo. Well-defined muscles all around and beautiful, beautiful abs. Hairy chest, very hairy pits, hairy stomach, thick hair around his treasures. The chief star was his cock – a monument, even slightly soft. And his ball sac hung low, promising much seed for me. Clearly he wanted to start pounding away right then; on his back he was thrusting his hips, pulling me to him, a low grunting in anticipation of forceful, almost forced, entry. To avoid that abuse, I quickly dropped and moved my mouth to his cock, giving it a swirling lick along its length. The grunting became moaning, his cock snapped to full and impressive attention. “Let me make it good for you”, I said softly, then licked his sack, mouthing each testicle. He sighed and relaxed. I moved back to his cock, licking my way up to his tip, kissing my way down. I could feel the heat coming from his body, I could smell his sweat. I was getting very horny; I wanted his member, all of it, in me; I wanted his seed. I started to work his tip, touching his opening with my tongue. His moans were higher pitched, his hips once again moving. I stopped him: “Easy now, you can go higher”. And to prove it, I slowly took his gorgeous cock - long, yes, but substantial in girth, well ribbed and hot to the touch – into my mouth in a series of lengthening strokes. All of my discipline was required not to choke as I took him all, his thick pubic hair in my nose. Just once, and that left him moaning and whispering, “Please, please”. My wicked smile told him that better pleasures awaited. I moved up his body, straddling his stomach, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. Our first kiss. He was very gentle with his lips, and our tongues shared equally. Down below, my hole found the tip of his cock. It was my turn to cry out as I pushed down and his penis pressed inside me, opening me. My lust overcame the pain quite quickly after he eased through my opening. My partner’s eyes were bugging out, his face suffused in lust and joy. My own eyes went buggy too, as his instrument seemed never ending. I had to stop at one point, and move back. His moan was one of desperation from the loss. I gave him a smile and slowly lowered down on him again, this time the barrier relaxed and all of it inside me, his hair against my ass cheeks. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but I did need some fucking. I did the work at first, easing up and down, relaxing more and more as his cock filled my eager ass. When I said “Now you need to fuck me”, we rolled over and his body weight was heavy against me. He was still very very drunk. But his thrusts were good, not just pounding, some exploration and variety. He knew how to fuck. But the wave of orgasm began to build in him, so I pulled his face down to mine and we kissed. Our faces became wet with each other’s spit as our bodies moved together, both of us moaning. His orgasm was almost a convulsion, spasms as his hips heaved, cock pounding into me. I felt him in my stomach, in my chest. I was taken! He was gasping, covered in sweat, almost crying. And then, his breathing slowed, his body became heavier against mine, and he pretty much passed out. On top of me, all the weight of this well-muscled big man. Getting out from under wasn’t easy. And it was uncomfortable to lose his cock that way. But after a few minutes, I felt better. I looked over at him, face down, that lean body and muscled ass, with all that hair, the smell of his sweat and his cum leaking from my still pulsing hole. He was talking and giggling, but he was pretty out of it. I wanted to fuck him, and I doubt if in more sober circumstances I would have had a chance. But now was an opportunity I couldn’t resist. If he didn’t like it he could stop me. I moved over to his body. I kissed my way down his back, hearing sighs as I went, then a slight whimper has I lightly bit his buttocks. Then a gasp as my lips and my tongue found his hole. I licked and thrust and sucked till I could feel his opening pulsing. Then I knew he was ready. He would never admit it, but I could tell that he wanted me, or at least someone’s cock, inside his at that moment. Because as I positioned myself above his ass, and pressed my penis against his hole, his hole rose to take me inside. As I slid further into him, there was no resistance, he was open to me. Yet he was whimpering: “Oh, oh!” or it might have been “Oh, no”. It certainly wasn’t “No, no” as his hand reached back to guide my hips onto him, into him. I began a slow and gentle thrusting, and his hips followed me in rhythm. Yet he continued to whimper, then to cry, wailing like a lost child. I was confused about his mental state, but his physical state was clear. He was moving to an orgasm, and he was taking me with him. His opening began to contract and release around my cock, I was ecstatic, he was milking me. My cock was pumping my seed into him; now he was mine! Our spasms and heaves were almost synchronous for a while, rhythms changing as we faded. Once again, he passed out. But I wasn’t far away. I got off him, but reversed my direction, harvesting my cum from his ass before I slept. I also took the opportunity to put my teeth into one of his ass cheeks, really hard. He groaned, and turned away, presenting his penis to my face. I dozed for a while, with his soft member still large pressed against my face and my lips. It was like a dream. I woke to find myself kissing his cock, now once again hard and huge. I wanted him in my mouth. It in that position, good face fucking was possible, and that’s what we had. His thrusts were tender but insistent; my throat opened to take all of him in me and I wasn’t choking. Most of his load, very impressive for a second cum while drunk, shot right down my throat, but I was able to get a mouthful of his cum. It would have been better if it was less ‘stale boozy’ in taste, but I still enjoyed it. At last we slept deeply and for a while. It was bright when we woke, heads nestled in each other’s crotches. But while I came to dreamy satiation, he jerked awake, surprised by his surroundings. Heaving upright. Then stillness. He looked at me, I grinned sleepily back. Then ... “Oh, noooo” as he left the bed to find his clothes, realizing that we were in my room, that this had all been his idea. His eyes averted, he rapidly dressed. He said nothing as he left. I had another little sleep, still smelling our sex on the sheets, then rose and dressed. I was sort of offended by the coldness of his departure; we had had pretty good sex. But the reality was he had just seduced and had had sex with someone 30 years his senior. That realization would have been embarrassing, perhaps disgusting. But I hadn’t known that humiliation was feared until I floated into the lobby on the way to breakfast (I wanted big fat spicy sausages!), and saw him leaving with other members of his rugby team, surrounded by paparazzi. I had had sex with a star athlete – who I didn’t know. The tabloids told me his name was Colin, a celebrated wing man. Happily married he was, heart throb of lots of girls, and once upon a time my lover.