It’s a full-immersion make-out when beefy, muscular and hyper-masculine Trenton Ducati’s so turned on by Chris Tyler’s hard body and tough guy look. Chris plays rough, pumping his tightly clenched jaws rapidly up and down the swollen length Trenton’s steely rod, before Trenton goes mad over the younger man’s mammoth, uncut meat with its savory ‘skin. Chris doesn’t go easy with the sharp hip thrusts that give Trenton a rude face-fucking, but Trenton retaliates, feeding his cock into Chris’ tight hole and turning into a plugging demon, dredging deep inside Chris’ shock resistant buns. Trenton drops a load on Chris’ belly, laps it up, and gets his face in close so Chris can lay a massive wad--sheesh, what a wad--on Trenton’s tongue. Literally, in his face!

Trenton Ducati's cock is a curved prize. His tongue and fingers stoke a roaring fire in Donnie Dean's bubble butt that only a rousing fuck can quench.

"It's beautiful," Trenton Ducati says of Jesse Santana's ass. Jesse teases him by tossing over his sweaty wife beater, lifting the pouch of his jockstrap to show a testicle and jamming two fingers in his hole. Trenton's cock is so hard, it reaches past his navel. Jesse has some of the most primo ass cheeks on the planet and Trenton aims to use them. He kneads, he spreads; he licks, sniffs, tongues and fingers. He mounts his prize. Jesse is an award-winning horseman, and when he straddles Trenton's loins in the cowboy position with that pillar of flesh punching his prostate, he moves like no bottom you've ever seen. Jesse snaps his hip flexor muscles, grips with his thighs and arches his spine. He leaps onto Trenton's face, quivering his hole low over Trenton's mouth. Then he scoots back for a kiss and slides down Trenton’s pole again. When Jesse needs to rest, he buries his face and fingers in Trenton's crack and swallows the cock that just deep-fucked him. Every defined muscle in his manly back ripples with gusto. On to more fucking: nearly every position in the playbook, and sweat sufficing for lube. Jesse screams as his cock spews scalding spunk across his torso. Trenton aims his own hot load at Jesse's mouth, adding a final kiss to share the creamy goodness.

Trenton Ducati takes control of Tate Ryder from the beginning -- he grabs hold of Tate's ass and shoves an enema bulb straight up into his rectum. Tate holds it for as long as he can and swooshes it around before squirting it out, and the more water Tate lets loose the better! Trenton tests out Tate's colon by seeing how much water he can handle. Once Tate is washed out, the guys set into a hot-and-heavy fuck session, complete with them first sucking off each other's cocks and rimming each other's asses. Spoiler Alert: this scene will give new meaning to "ass-to-mouth" sex play! When Trenton is ready to pound his cock into a tight clean hole, he bends Tate over and gives him a fucking he won't soon forget.

Kyle King is wandering naked in The Woods. At ranger headquarters, Trenton Ducati is drafting his report of several missing persons when Kyle enters in a daze, his hard on demanding attention. Trenton's hand is quickly stroking Kyle's cock. Trenton leads Kyle to his desk for an examination that requires touching every inviting part of him. Trenton eases a butt plug into Kyle's pulsating hole. Trenton taps it and laps at it, then moves to Kyle's taint, his balls and up his cock. The plug moves in and out controlled by Kyle's will, as Trenton sucks his rock-hard cock. A pearl of precum at the tip of Kyle's penis signals Trenton to trade the butt plug for hot Trenton’s massive dick. While Trenton’s fucking Kyle with total abandon, in walks Ranger Charlie Harding, who sees the steamy twosome. Instantly, Charlie gets involved, reaching out to explore Trenton's torso. Trenton steps aside and Charlie sinks his throbbing meat into Kyle, who takes it from behind while he sucks Trenton, whose cock still radiates the heat from Kyle's ass. Charlie never saw his boss naked, but now he's going to fuck him – fulfilling his unrequited lust. Trenton's cock is a beacon for Kyle's mouth and soon their cum is flying as a mysterious blinding light shines upon them.

Rivulets of sweat coursing down Ryan Rose's shredded torso throw every ripped muscle into high relief. You can't believe his trainer, Trenton Ducati, doesn't try to capture a few drops on his tongue. But Trenton is all taskmaster as he guides Ryan's iron-pumping routine. A pat on the back at the end of the session escalates into Trenton copping a generous feel of those freshly pumped muscles. Then Ryan sticks his tongue out and Trenton sucks it. Now, Trenton begins to lap up Ryan's sweat. Trenton's hand pushing down on Ryan's workout shorts brings his perfect butt globes into view, one tantalizing inch at a time. They exchange fevered blow jobs, with Ryan demanding that Trenton fuck his throat. Then, Ryan's hole already lubed by sweat that's dripped down his crack, Trenton fucks him on his hands and knees. When they switch positions, they trade roles, and now Ryan drills the trainer's hole. All you see is the whites of their eyes as they erupt in jism. The cool-down is almost as hot as the sex, as they collapse in a long muscular embrace, stroking their hard ons.