ARMY SPECIALIST BRAD

Age: 22 | Height: 5'9" | Weight: 153 Orientation: BISEXUAL

Army Specialist Brad has just returned from Iraq, and will soon be on his way to Afghanistan. Wearing a brand new uniform especially created for the rugged terrain of Afghanistan's mountainous regions, Brad explains the meaning of each new insignia attached to his shirt. Brad's timid nature is refreshingly charming. He is modest in his demeanor, even while recounting saving another soldier's life! His lack of arrogance seems to accentuate his boyish good looks. His eyes, darkly intent, underscore his earnestness. Brad is a buddy you can rely on in the trenches, and lean on in the barracks. Brad aims to prove his worth, in the flesh. Leaning back on the cot, he takes off his shirt to reveal a furry patch of chest hair and rippling abdominals. He begins to rub his manmeat through his pants, then quickly loosens his belt and digs in! As Brad strokes his growing cock, his grip tightens, and the sweet smacking sound of flesh against palm permeates the air. Brad's penis grows taut. Fattened veins pulsing purple dance up his shaft and criss-cross like indicator arrows pointing to his throbbing head. He gently lifts his ball sack, rubbing the blushing skin tenderly between his fingers. Placing his fingertips to his tongue, he moistens each digit, and caresses his cock with his saliva drenched fingers. Brad changes positions, and straddles the bed. Up on all fours, he lowers his back, pushing his ass into the air. His pert, round bottom is covered in a rich layer of fur. He pulls at his ass cheek to reveal an open and inviting hole- red like a berry and just as juicy! With his ass still in the air, Brad pumps his cock, tugging his balls with his other hand. His blatant desire overwhelms him. Brad sprawls back onto the cot, lost in the near perfect moment leading to unrestrained bliss. He's pulling his cock with such fervor that each of his arm and torso muscles flex with the sustained tension of impending release. His shallow panting resounds in a series of hushed moans as he clenches against his orgasm. Tiny beads of shimmering spunk, like abalone pearls, cling to his sweaty, glistening torso hair. Brad lays back, exhausted and spent of pleasure.