INTRODUCING
RED: His
shoulder length hair is the color of a dark red merlot framing
a face with a polarizing stare. It
is easy to see where he got his name. What we did not know
at first is that he should have been called “Big Red!” Red
is a color with a lot of meanings: passion, rage, desire
and most intoxicating of all, forbidden lust. Another
man’s eyes have never seen Red’s red hot boner
until we persuaded him to drop trou for us. This sexy 21
year old breeder boy is packing nine inches of thick, uncut
meat in those boxers; those fruit of the looms are packed
with a bumper crop. His skin is sand simmering under the
desert sun and while he has a head of hair worthy of a shampoo
commercial, short of a few auburn tufts under his arms, Red
is smooth from head to toe. Red runs his hand over
his chest, demonstrating this is one man who has learned
that his nipples might not be just decorative, but a source
of pleasure as well. Sliding those shorts off, just a few
strokes and that beauty is fully engorged, so hard it is
flexing on its own and so filled with blood, it looks like
that staff has been dipped in wine. The look on his face
is of a man lost in total joy and the pleasures his own body
can produce. We wondered if he forgot we were there when
he even reached below his balls and gave his hole a rub that
was more than just a casual encounter. With a slight upward
arc, the vein on the underside of that long shaft is so thick
and pronounced, you can almost see the sperm bubbling up
from a set of nuts as bloated and tight as we have ever seen. Yet
he keeps on going, air fucking his fist, rubbing his cock
with both hands from the top, the bottom, up the sides, prolonging
the pleasure with a calculated restraint. His eyes
roll back as he cups his sack, almost as if he needs the
extra pressure to keep it from exploding. Fisting in
double, then triple time, he finally uncorks a load of fine
white vintage of the very best kind: protein. Cheers! |
