As any muscle addict knows, it's nice when pumped-up guys show off their muscles in posing suits. But it's even nicer when they go all the way and show everything they've got in all its glory. Particularly when the stud in question is a triple threat like Roger. Besides having all the muscles anyone could ever want -- he's hung, horny and handsome.
Roger shows us his bucolic side in the opening. Wearing a shirt open in front, jeans, and looking generally good enough to eat, Roger chops wood, feeds livestock, and even makes having a snack an erotic delight. As bits of juice and apple lodge in his five-o'-clock shadow covered chin, you can't help but think that it would be nice to be there, to help him clean it off -- like with your tongue, maybe.
However, the first few scenes are nothing compared to the next, as Roger returns to his cabin in the woods, strips off all of his clothes on an outside deck and takes an open-air shower. The first glimpse of his dick is startling -- not only is he hung like a bull, he's pierced with a bull-nosed-size Prince Albert ring. It glints in the light as he washes himself, and his cock rises half-hard while he runs his hands over his bronzed, bulging muscles.
Next, Roger soaks in a bubbling spa on the deck, splashing water between his huge, curved pecs that cascades down his defined ab muscles. Then he turns over, displaying wet, hard mounds of ass. He perches on the side of the spa and works his dick, which springs to an immediate erection -- no mean feat, considering how much his P.A. ring must weigh.
A short seaplane ride later, Roger is in his high-rise apartment. He strips again, and climbs into bed, his bronzed skin a nice contrast to the cool whiteness of the sheets. Cut to morning, and Roger slowly awakens, and gets into the shower, where he once again attains a full standing erection under the water. Either Roger is horny as hell, or he's got a water fetish -- whatever gets him hard is worth it.
Roger then hits the gym, going through his workout, wearing only shorts, shoes and baseball cap. He pumps his legs, chest, bis, and stomach, and then it's off to the locker room where he strips down for yet another shower (see?), and once again attains a raging erection. He removes the ring, and strokes his dick for the camera, his muscles flexing with the effort.
In a series of quick edits that show Roger in the shower, sitting on the tile floor, stoking, and on a locker room bench doing the same, he works his fat cut cock to orgasm, and creamy globules of cum coat his pubes and lower belly when he shoots. Roger rubs it in with his fingers and thumb, and then tastes some of his cum, licking it off his thumb.
The tape then ends abruptly -- with no credits, just a black screen. You can't help but miss Roger immediately, but maybe he'll be back, if we're lucky.
A Video Review by Martin Cox