Tossing a football leaves the t-shirts of athletic Logan Vaughn and Alex Graham stained with sweat. They douse themselves with water, which clearly turns them on considering the tents in their shorts. Alex breaks an awkward silence by confessing to Logan, “I’ve been looking at your butt all day,” so Alex shows him the full Monty. In goes a finger, then a tongue. Alex’s phone falls onto the deck and accidentally calls Bobby Clark, who’s in bed upstairs. He listens, stroking along with action on the porch, until he just has to run downstairs and join them. Alex’s face and fingers are buried in Logan’s ass when Bobby arrives, and Alex offers Bobby a taste. Logan kneels to suck Bobby’s handsome cock, and Bobby grabs the post in Logan’s tongue and jams it all the way into his piss slit. It’s a jock meat free-for-all as these hunks open their mouths and their holes wide for each others’ rampant cocks. A sandwich fuck gives Alex a chance to fuck the hole he ogled all morning while getting his own ass buzzed by Bobby. Logan grabs a quick ride on Bobby’s cock before they all burst, leaving Bobby’s tanned and furry chest matted in spooge.

Tony Bishop has the face of an angel and the sexual appetites of a devil. He’s a man who knows what he wants, and he intends to have it. He gets to work on delicious Dylan Hauser at an area of the house that’s under construction. Tony’s lips and tongue are an unstoppable force and Dylan has no retreat. Tony tears off Dylan’s clothes, fucks Dylan’s mouth with his tongue, then grabs Dylan’s cock and sucks it as if he intends to make a meal out of it. Balls are next. Dylan’s toned, furry torso writhes in the delicious agony of surrender while Tony presses his sexual agenda. Next is to make Dylan swallow Tony’s cock, and what a cock it is: inch after inch of smoothly curved dick, fat at the tip and fatter at the base, with “69” tattooed along the top. Dylan humps Tony’s leg while devouring his cock, then takes a break to slurp Tony’s balls into his mouth — first one, then the other, then both together. There’s one more hole to breach, and it’s Dylan’s ass. Tony advances with his tongue and follows with his cock: a standing fuck on the ladder then missionary style in the wheelbarrow. Dylan’s screams rebound across the yard as he and Tony crescendo to simultaneous orgasms.

After the big game, Connor Patricks takes therapy for his stiff knee in the hot tub, joined by Danny Palick, who admits being “a little bit stiff myself.” But it’s not Danny’s knee that’s stiff. He points his hardon at Connor and it instantly becomes the preferred therapy. Slippery when wet, from the tub, sweat and saliva, toned jock flesh takes on an added luster. Connor’s extra-fat cock floats on the water while he deep-throats Danny’s chub, looking up for approval. The expressions on Danny’s face telegraph the thrills his dick is sending to his brain. Connor then takes the initiative and orders Danny to suck him. He wraps one arm around Danny’s head like a footballer making an run for the end zone and fucks Danny’s face with that fat, veiny dick, ordering him to take it “all the way down.” Connor’s buns are as hot as his cock when he turns and lifts a foot onto the edge of the hot tub and offers Danny his hole. Danny reaches between Connor’s legs to grab his junk, flicking his tongue across Connor’s pink center, then sliding a single finger in to the last knuckle. Connor pants and twitches, ordering Danny to fuck him. Two positions on a lounge chair are all they can handle before erupting in twin fountains of jizz.

Ultimate Jocks Jake Steel and Tyler Alexander play a game of Table Football in which every wrong move costs an article of clothing. It is a win-win game; the first man naked gets sucked by his opponent. Jake is naked first, and he stands with an ear-to-ear smile as his hard dick towers into view from below the table. He invites Tyler to take his prize. Tyler’s a prize himself with a meaty body and a meatier butt, stretching his booty across the table, reaching with his mouth for Jake’s cock and displaying an ass that would give a saint an erection. Jake kneads the perfect globes, telling Tyler how gorgeous it is. Jake fucks Tyler’s face, then turns him over to reveal a cock as flawless as his buns, with a foreskin that covers the head: even at full erection. Grinning, Jake slides his tongue under the foreskin and around and around the fat head. Cock — balls — hole, Jake services them all. When he thrusts his own cock long and deep into Tyler’s ass, Tyler cries out. Jake pulls out. Entry and re-entry are repeated several times before Jake establishes a steady fuck rhythm. The surprise is when Jake detaches and leaps onto Tyler’s cock, flinging himself backward for a deep, full body contact pummeling, two primal beasts becoming one. Jake explodes, then grabs Tyler’s cock and brings him to his happy ending.