Staxus says: They might be sporting some rather sexy underwear, but as is usually the case with guys their age Luke Vogel and Nathan Dale are both as horny as fuck at the start of this encounter and have little if any inclination to remain in them for very long.
Indeed, so it proves. Within minutes their smooching has resulted in the pants being flung to one side and Dale is giving his dark-haired buddy an energetic blow-job a favour that’s very promptly returned when Vogel skilfully deep-throats his buddy.
It’s at this point that you’d be easily forgiven for thinking that you’re never going to see another pair of underpants in this scene ever again but hey, guys, you’d be wrong.
For along comes the ever-adorable Arthur Kral in a pair of bright green boxer trunks which if anything only turns the action even more fevered and energetic.
As a result, Kral’s pants gain an almost immediate (but not exactly surprising) ejection from proceedings; as all attention swings towards blond-boy Dale and that deliciously hungry ass-hole of his not to mention his horse-hung dick.
Indeed, this is a boy whose appetite for hardcore action is such that he’d surely send a crowd of celibates into a rampant frenzy; and before long he’s being rimmed by Kral, then fucked by Vogel.
Matters intensify further when Vogel face fucks the lad whilst Kral bangs his ass; but it’s the conga-line fuck (Kral screwing Vogel, Vogel screwing Dale) that ultimately brings matters to a head. The result? Dale gets a tsunami of spunk sprayed over his face just the way the bitch likes it.
