Falcon Str8Men Volume 15 FSD015

The atmosphere is charged with the blatant sensuality Derrek and Dean exude. Their first time together is gonna be electric! The dazzling Diamond lays back, his entire body tensed up all the way down to his toes, as his new buddy falls face-first and open-mouthed onto his stiff cock. All he can do is enjoy Dean going down on his pole, squeezing his balls and smothering him with kisses before he begins tongue-fucking his asscrack. Then it’s Derrek’s turn to deepthroat Dean’s hardy piece of meat. But Dean’s still jonseing for more Derrek so he resumes sucking his dick and rimming his ass. Derrek then starts to juice up Dean’s manhole with slurpy licks before he slides his dick in. He screws the slick slit hard and fast and Dean gasps like a wounded animal; but the pain is so sweet as he jerks himself to climax shooting his load all over his hairy chest and Derrek follows up with his hefty offering.

Derrek and DJ just couldn’t wait. The scene opens with them sucking face and groping each other like horny teenagers. Before long, Derrek is down on DJ’s cock, stuffing the big wiener all the way down his throat, and making his buddy squirm with delight. Both guys are reveling in the sensations of mouth on dick; it’s hard to say which one is enjoying it more: the sucker or the suckee? Before long, they switch it up so Derrek can relax and experience DJ giving him a BJ. Derrek is up for more and he starts to lick DJ’s hole, spreading his asscheeks apart so he can jam his tongue deep inside. Having properly prepped DJ’s ass, Derrek then drives his cock inside. He punches back and forth like a battering ram making DJ whimper. With the pleasing pain of Derrek’s poker probing the debts of his chute, DJ jacks himself off and shoots his load. As he’s nearing climax, Derrek pulls out, then releases, gushing his cum all over.

Dean Tucker is one cute furball worth choking on. He’s a dynamo with muscles, rugged good looks, pierced nipples and a blanket of hair covering his chest and belly. He reaches inside his jeans, pulls out his cock and starts to stroke it hard. He knows he gives a good show as he starts to vigorously polish his knob and finger-fuck his blushing asshole. Dean is working his dick so hard and diddling his hole so much, his entire body reddens with all the exertion. He pulls his meat, slaps it, throttles it, squeezes it hard. Fingering his hole and cupping his balls, he continues beating off until he finally explodes, grunting each drop out. And as he lays there, spent and exhausted, craving some protein, he picks up beads of spooge and licks his fingers clean.

I like this guy. Conner Habib is a definite cutie, a good-looking fellow … stylish with facial hair a coupla’ days-old, a smattering of dark fur across his torso and belly, plus a really nice cock and balls. Conner starts to masturbate working himself into a state of delirium — his head rolling across the back of the couch, his tongue sliding in and out of his mouth, his face all scrunched up. As he pulls his pud with one hand, he probes his asshole with fingers on his other hand. You can tell he’s having a fine time as he carries on … his toes curl and arch, he licks his armpit, he tweaks his tits. Conner’s panting and gasps become louder and more tortured until he finally cries out as he cums, finishing with explosive results … and then he signs off with a smile.

DJ unzips his trousers and fishes out his cock. That’s one big slab of salami, as it emerges already hard and screaming for attention. DJ strokes it lovingly, pulling the foreskin up over the tip and letting it slide back and forth. This is feeling good. DJ then pulls his balls out and cups them gently before he strips down completely, stepping out of his pants and shorts.?Now he has easy access to his jewels. I can’t help but think of the balcony scene and what Romeo uttered when he saw Juliet resting her face against her hand, “O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” Oh boy, do I know what he meant. I am so feeling it as DJ strokes his chubby club, running his fist up and down the shaft, slow and sure, then faster and faster, and faster still, building in cadence until he finds relief with a massive load of cum. Ah, ’tis sheer poetry.