But it doesn’t take a psychologist to realise who’s the dominant party in this coupling; and having sat down on Hajek’s face to enjoy an eager session of rimming, Barret is soon ploughing into the young twink’s ass with characteristic gusto.
You might not think that it’s very good manners but Shane Barret has never been the kind of guy to bother with the courtesy of romance. No dilly-dallying for him, that’s for fuckin’ sure – he meets a new guy and before they know it the bell-end of his handsome, uncut ramrod is introducing itself to their tonsils! Of course, there are guys who might take exception to this kind of handling – but not Richie Hajek, that’s for sure. In fact, this boy seems to love being bundled down to a cellar to get the full Barret treatment; and within seconds he’s slurping down on the stud’s thick offering like a dog with a new bone! Not that Barret is adverse to partaking in fellatio, as becomes apparent when the two fellows busy engage in a session of 69-ing shortly afterwards.
In fairness, it’s not exactly untrue to say that Hajek’s response to all this attention to his fuck-hole seems a tad overawing – you can’t help thinking by this point that he’d rather be earning his cash via some more conventional means. But given the size of what Barret is pushing up his rear it’s probably no surprise; and having finally accommodated his guts to its new occupier he’s soon pumping a fine, satisfied load of fresh goo for the camera. That leaves Barret to squirt his scent all over the youngster’s face, marking a job well done for everyone!
So look on the opening few minutes of this scene – featuring Roman Smid and Erik Franke in their rather unappealing jogging-gear – as just a mild distraction to the main action that follows. For having undertaken a hardcore cardiovascular workout out on the streets, the two would-be Olympians crash out at Sven Laarson’s place, where their horny host immediately puts them through their sexual paces! Let’s be quite honest here, is there anyone who looks sexy whilst running? Why, even someone of Brad Pitt’s calibre would probably look worse for wear whilst pacing the cobbles of Prague.
Inspired, the fellow is soon taking his turn to be “doggy”; then pushes Franke over the sofa and gives his petite pal the kind of raw, animalistic fuck he surely needs and deserves! Cue a fantastic ball-bustin’ threesome that culminates in a pile-on fuck-fest – Smid fucking Laarson fucking Franke – and which eventually results in Franke getting a absolutely terrific face-load of jizz from both his filthy mates!
Initially, the action is seen through the eyes of blond-boy Laarson, as Smid and the diminutive Franke kiss and fondle for his apparent entertainment. But it’s not long before director John Smith engages in a more traditional method of filming – at which point the ensuing threesome takes on a more familiar (and arguably increasingly heated) nature. Indeed, within a few moments Laarson is feasting on all that hard flesh that has come running (quite literally) to his door; before he reaches for a plastic “dog-tail” and thrusts the toy into Franke’s eager little ass-hole.
As such, it comes as no surprise whatsoever when he immediately takes advantage of the unexpected arrival of a young black dude (Fabian Baptiste) to his Caribbean villa. Somewhat naively, the visitor thinks he’s in with a chance of selling some mobile-phones that he’s obtained from somewhere; but (as soon becomes apparent) James hasn’t the slightest interest in knocked-off gear. Mike James looks every inch the perfect boy-next-door – a young man who’s never had a filthy thought in his life! But, as everyone who’s seen him in action knows by now, nothing could be further from the truth.
Indeed, this boy ain’t happy until he’s sat on that king-sized whopper and is riding it for all that he’s worth, taking every feckin’ inch like the cock-whore he’s arguably always been! No question about it, James gets skewered good and proper; banged to within an inch of his existence, before Baptiste creams the lad’s ass to the brim. That leaves James to work off his own pent-up load to finally call it a wrap!
What does interest him, however, is what Baptiste has stashed away in his pants – and, given the thick, meaty monster that ultimately emerges from the confines of his visitor’s crotch, it’s no fuckin’ wonder! For who in their right mind could turn a blind eye to this oversized ramrod? Not a fellow of James’s character, that’s for sure; as he eagerly endeavours to suck down every gorgeous inch of flesh that Baptiste has to offer. Not that a lad like him is gonna be content with a mere blowjob – as thoroughly enjoyable as that is on such a monstrous offering!
What crime he’s committed is never actually revealed, but unless you’re some highly-paid barrister it’s unlikely you’re ever gonna care. There’s no escaping the long, strong arm of the law – as young, baby-faced Eric Franke discovers when crack police-officers Sven Laarson and Andy Fisher hunt the blond beauty down in the depths of some Czech basement.
It’s a display that will almost certainly bring even the most world-weary porn-lover to the edge of a tight-fisted climax; but matters get even more intense when the three fellow engage in a daisy-chain fuck, before Laarson and Fisher reach the point of no return and conclude their afternoon’s work by spewing (big time!) all over Franke’s face. That only leaves Franke with the pleasure of rupturing his own balls courtesy of a last-minute jerk-off – a fitting multi-spurt eruption to accompany your own satisfying wad!
What will concern you, however, is the fact that the sweet-looking twink is then taken back to a nearby apartment and subjected to a totally degrading (and fucking hot!) personal assault – the like of which way too many of us have probably fantasised about when faced with fellows in uniform. Hand-cuffed and gagged, with his legs parted and his ass-hole fully exposed, Franke finds himself no match to his assailant’s onslaught, which includes having a truncheon thrust into his rear; before both Laarson and Fisher take it in turn to bang the living daylights out of that cute, highly-charged fuck-hole.
And let’s face it, Franke makes his intentions altogether obvious right from the start – reaching into Kral’s pants and grabbing hold of the fellow’s dick with the sort of gusto and enthusiasm you only ever see from a lad who lives for cock.
Cue a terrific, breathless session of raw, hardcore sex that provides the young bottom with all the stimulation he could possibly ever wish for, as Kral buggers him in a whole series of positions; before finally concluding his efforts by spewing all over Franke’s face. That only leaves Franke to return the favour – cum-streaks still in his hair – as he whitewashes Kral’s features with similar gusto. A final, sticky smooch between these two fresh-faced angels makes it a wrap you won’t forget! Arthur Kral’s feeling a little bit sad and world-weary – but don’t worry, Erik Franke seems to know exactly what will put a smile back on his handsome face! Suffice it to say that the young lad’s efforts soon gain a ready response, though in fairness there’s not too many gay guys who wouldn’t be cheered up at the prospect of a mindless romp with this horny little blond bitch.
It’s a move that immediately gains Kral’s approval, that’s for sure. Before you know it the two beauties are taking it in turn to feast on each other’s knobs; then position themselves to engage in an adventurous course of 69-ing that results in each boy simultaneously rimming the other. Little wonder that they both have a grin on their face; but it’s Franke who has the broadest smile when Kral thrusts his gorgeous, thick, uncut ramrod between his buddy’s butt-cheeks.