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Boxing and wrestling have always had a somewhat homoerotic quality to them – ever since those handsome, horny ancient Greeks first tussled with each other all those years ago! – and Tim Law and Milan Sharp will only add to such rampant suggestiveness with this superb gym-based set-piece. Making the most of the opportunity to glance gloves, they commence their pert little encounter with a passionate round of sparring; before ditching their attire for a somewhat more intimate exchange. Indeed, it’s not long before both lads are rolling round on the floor with each other’s hard, rampant cocks in their mouths; before Sharp rims Law’s hungry (and admittedly well-used) ass-hole in preparation for the hard, bareback fucking to come. Cue a close-up spectacle of frenzied, hole-pummelling fornication that sees young Law get banged about the ring in pretty much every position imagination – Sharp’s well-proportioned knob stretching the young rascal’s pucker to nigh on breaking point. No fucking wonder that both boys are soon popping their nads with typical youthful gusto – a spunk-stained spectacle that’ll have you jerking out a load (or two) in no time at all!
Physical injury is the greatest threat to any would-be footballer’s career, so it always pays for a player to have a good relationship with the team’s Physio. Whether you should be quite as intimate as these two guys, however, is a professional quandary that we’ll leave you to ponder on. Suffice it to say that Paul Cube is only too willing and eager to give Michael Moon a serious deep-crotch massage whilst the smooth dark-haired boy wonder gets high by sniffing away on one of the team’s used jockstraps. The atmosphere in the Physio Room is certainly electric as these two cuties savour some serious cock-sucking antics together – but it gets even more intense when Rudy Haller stumbles upon the horny pair and proceeds to take full advantage by thrusting his aching ramrod into Moon’s mouth. Events quickly unfold from this point on, with Moon soon laid out prostrate over the massage bench so that he can be spit-roasted raw by his team-mates – a development that’ll not go unappreciated by yourselves. The ultimate highlight though is when Haller and Cube spurt all over Moon’s face – a fabulous cum-facial that’ll undoubtedly have you banging out one of your own!
The reality would be the stuff of nightmares, of course, but in terms of a kinky fantasy there’s something outrageously hot about Tim Walker’s experience here. Reprimanded by a group of black soldiers, who suspect the young blond of drug-running, he’s promptly given the kind of anal inspection that’s designed to provoke total humiliation. Even worse, it’s not long before they’ve found just what they were looking for – namely, a bag of cocaine! It’s at this point that you’d expect the authorities to reach for the handcuffs and to bundle Walker into the nearest cell; but Barrington Peart has other ideas, and immediately pulls out that thick, meaty black mamba from his sweaty crotch and proceeds to thrust it directly in Walker’s direction. Knowing that it’s a straight choice between accommodating Peart’s demands and facing a very long stretch in the slammer, the cute white boy immediately falls to his knees and begins servicing his black master’s every need. Consequently, Walker is subjected to a lengthy session of sucking black cock, rimming black ass and (finally) taking Peart’s handsome ramrod right up his tight little ass. All nicely topped off with a sticky facial. Humiliation par excellence? Yes, naturally. But judging from the manner with which Walker spews his own wad it’s an experience he’s definitely enjoyed!
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