Staxus says: He might be sporting a shorter, groovier haircut, but it’s still highly unlikely that anyone would associate young Lucas Drake with boxing. With his lithe build and his twinkish mannerisms, he seems more the kind of lad who’d simply end up being pulverised in the ring, excuse the obvious pun.
That said, Rob Nielsen, whose physique is much more in keeping with a role in the sport, clearly sees some kind of potential in the lad, when he invites his pretty-boy neighbour up to his apartment for a session with his punchbag. Either that or he reckons it’s a good way of getting inside his pants.
Whatever the reason, that’s exactly what promptly ensues when the two fellows finally team up shortly after their initial encounter; though in fairness it’s Drake who finds himself down on his knees, hanging off the end of Nielsen’s ramrod like a compliant bitch.
That’s absolutely nothing to what follows, however; with the hardened muscle-boy soon making a beeline for Drake’s hairless little pucker once he’s briefly gobbled on Drake’s schlong, before burying every aching inch of his man-meat into the lad’s guts.
If the bottom expects an easy ride from this point on, however, he’s very much in for a big surprise. Nielsen’s failure to turn his buddy into a boxer has clearly left him mega-frustrated, and he’s quickly venting out his fury on his neighbour’s fuck-hole.
So much so that Drake is left yelping with a mix of pain and pleasure, as he’s buggered in a series of positions. All in all, a brutal, uncompromising, eye-rolling experience, culminating in a top-notch facial for the lucky, lucky boy.
