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In this Militia, the sexual mercenaries will fuck their way through any terrain and every situation. Director Bruno Bond's gritty and rugged all-sex feature delivers studs in camouflage and gear who pass the time in their secret camp pleasuring their carnal comrades. Jessy Ares and Angelo Marconi go mano-a-mano in a wild coupling that proves that the men who fight together fuck together. Landon Conrad and Alex Marte intensely tear into each other. Defying their difference in body mass, Landon uses his pumped musculature and his perfect cock to declare anal domination, only to have the tables turned before their seed is spilled in this front-line flip flop. Shawn Wolfe pits his lean and hairy physique against the more massive, furry Heath Jordan. The duties of this Militia have Shawn’s cock focused on the target of Heath’s hot hole. Race Cooper and Marcus Ruhl are fired up and they need to shoot, but it’s not their guns that need unloading. Race takes Marcus’ big shooter down his bottomless throat, until the fever in Marcus' cock lights a fire in his ass that demands filling. The AK47 in the shadows of this mysterious hideout is a reminder that these soldiers serve a higher power. In this Militia, they honor each other sexually to keep morale high.
Jessy Ares and Angelo Marconi have their dukes up, but when Angelo lets his guard down, he gets bussed instead of bashed. Jessy darts in for a kiss and Angelo’s open-mouthed response lights their fires. Their tattered wife beaters are ready for the rag bin anyway, but Jessy cements that fate when he shreds them. Skin meets skin. Angelo and Jessy clasp each other in a bear hug, pressing the smooth muscles of Angelo’s chest to Jessy’s hairy pecs. Jessy is leading the charge. He pushes Angelo’s camo fatigues to the ground and a hard cock springs out. Angelo does the same, quickly kneeling to gulp down the freed shaft in his mouth and hold Jessy’s balls in his fist. Spit and sweat pour down like rain. Jessy drills Angelo’s hole with two fingers and Angelo adds two fingers of his own. Then Jessy slides his salami up Angelo’s chute, cheered on by Angelo’s words, “fuck that ass.” Angelo flips onto his back. Jessy quickens the pace and intensity of his pelvic thrusts. Both flooded with endorphins, orgasm overtakes them. Angelo spurts massive amounts of jism onto his treasure trail matched by Jessy’s uncut cock spewing on to Angelo’s thighs.
Their foreheads and lips crushed together, they push their sweaty bodies against each other. Their clothing is threadbare: shredded t-shirts and shabby camo fatigues. What they reveal is tantalizing. Peaked nipples, straining biceps, hairy pecs and a couple of hardons that rise between their overheated bodies and meet like an inverted “V.” Both men are drooling at the prospect of feasting on those rock hard cocks. Landon gets there first, inhaling Alex’s massive meat, playing with his foreskin and grasping his balls as if trying to squeeze the cum out. When Alex clasps his hands around Landon’s head, it nearly disappears. The 75-pound difference in their weight makes you think Alex will be the top, so it’s a surprise when Landon buries his face in Alex’s mountainous cheeks, then follows up with his cock. Alex is in pig heaven, grunting and reverse-thrusting to ensure maximum friction against deep in his hole. Then, like an instant replay, it happens all over again with the positions reversed. Landon knows exactly how big Alex’s cock is because he carries the imprint in his throat. Huge bursts of cum erupts from both of them as they both fulfill their needs.
Burly Heath Jordan has got Shawn Wolfe caught in a bear hug, and Shawn is offering no resistance. In fact, he tears the shirt off Heath’s furry, burly torso, then reaches around to grab a muscled bun in each hand. Heath untangles his tongue from Shawn’s and lets it drift south, across Shawn’s neck, hairy nipples, pleasure trail and down to his cock, which is hard with anticipation. The long, deep suction of Heath’s mouth leaves Shawn’s thick dick slick and glistening. Heath pauses momentarily, the tip of his tongue poised at the tip of Shawn’s cock, and looks up for approval. He gets it in the form of a pat on the head and Shawn’s tongue up his ass. The straps of Heath’s black jockstrap frame the pale globes of his buttocks with his hole as the focal point. Later, the waistband serves as a grip and a controlling rein when Shawn fucks him doggy style. A switch to missionary position showcases Heath’s hard cock and his bearish hotness. With their bodies straining, muscles taut and bulging, sweat popping out on their skin, they cum abundantly — Heath on his tummy and Shawn on Heath’s beard and chest. Heath licks a few droplets of spooge off Shawn’s cock and they kiss.
Hard-earned pecs and massive shoulders burst out of threadbare T’s as Race Cooper and Marcus Ruhl hurry to shed their camo trousers and feel the heat of their cocks pressing against each other, just as their lips do. Race’s cock is rampant but he sublimates his need in order to suck Marcus. When Race isn’t sucking, he’s trailing his tongue from the tip of Marcus’ veiny cock down to the base of his balls. Race has no gag reflex. His cock is dribbling precum onto his thigh when they swap positions, giving Marcus a chance to slurp Race’s tasty meat. He foams at the mouth, punching Race’s unyielding abs with his fist as he sucks. Suddenly Marcus is on his back. His tree-trunk thighs will fuel Race’s desires for the ass he’s about to plow…hard. Even while ass is getting plundered, Marcus crunches his bodybuilder abs to curl forward and gut-punch his aggressor. Marcus’ clenching ass becomes a carnal black hole as Race puts him through his paces, pounding until they expel the juices of their sexual combat.