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After a harsh break-up, hunk Diesel Washington begins to heal with the help of Micah Brandt. Some intense foreplay and deep throating prepares Diesel’s delicious cock to take the plunge into Micah’s wet open hole. Diesel drills deep into that ass, fucking Micah until he explodes all over his chest.
In a dark barroom, Jesse Jackman and Diesel Washington kiss as they rub each other’s bods—their muscles bursting from their leather gear, their faces covered in shades and hats. Jesse devours Diesel’s big dick, teasing the underside with his tongue. Diesel sucks the stud back, gulping it up before eating his beefy hole. Diesel fucks Jesse from behind before the bottom sits on him, his hairy cheeks devouring the top’s monster as his own dick head bounces off Diesel’s tight abs. Jesse gets on his back as Diesel goes fast and slow, the bottom soon coated in cum.
SF Titans Baseball coach and former star player Diesel Washington gets a visit from his accountant David Benjamin—who’s nervous about income his client wants him to ignore. Diesel uses his crotch to tempt his aroused accountant: “It’s all yours…go for it.” David engulfs Diesel’s monster, gagging on it: “It’s fucking huge!” says the breathless sucker, soon begging Diesel to rape his mouth. “Don’t get bossy with me,” says the increasingly verbal alpha, “I’ll make you choke on it.” A big spit strand connects David’s furry face to Diesel’s cock, the smiling sucker extending his tongue for a dick whipping. Diesel sucks the excitable stud back, then eats and slaps his ass before fucking him. David’s stiff dick bounces as he gets fucked, Diesel telling him to “squeeze it!” A pearl of precum drips from David’s dick, the bottom soon on his back begging for more: “Stretch that fucking hole!” David’s whole bod shakes as he gets owned, his cock squirting without any stroking—Diesel then dumping his load on him.
A.J.’s interview airs on GSPN, surprising player Eric Nero. He’s getting a massage from trainer Diesel Washington, who isn’t fazed: “Coach and I have been buddies for years.” Diesel’s hands and tongue tease Eric’s massive cock, which disappears inside the trainer’s mouth. Diesel then plants his own monster on Nero’s face (“Fuckin’ love that dick!”). They 69 each other’s beasts as the verbal Diesel takes control (“Make it nice and wet…suck that big dick!”), spreading Eric’s cheeks to munch on his hole. He rams him hard, Diesel’s own pecs flexing as he fucks the bottom—who squirts, then beats his dick on the top’s abs right before Diesel fires his own load.
Covered in neoprene and wearing motorcycle helmets, Dallas Steele and Diesel Washington rub each other’s bodies—teasing each other as the tension builds. After sliding his helmet on Dallas’s ass, Diesel reaches around and releases the muscle stud’s throbber—then gets a whiff of it over his open visor. Diesel guides Dallas down, his huge dick soon choking the sucker. Dallas engulfs Diesel’s balls as the side of his face gets dick whipped, spitting down on his own cock as he sucks (“Get it wet,” moans Diesel as Dallas gasps). Diesel returns the favor, worshipping Dallas’ steel rod. Diesel opens wide, huge strands of spit falling to the floor. With one strand still stuck to his face, Diesel moves his head in circles to wrap the spit around Dallas’s cock again. Diesel beats his face with it, moaning as he sucks balls deep. Dallas fingers the spit and feeds it back to the breathless sucker. They kiss, then eat each other out. Diesel pins Dallas against the wall and fucks him hard, the rock-hard bottom then sitting down on the big dick—his massive legs working hard—before getting on his back. The two fire their wads, Diesel dousing the bottom’s groin.
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