Studly blond Eryk came dressed in his desert training gear to straddle the Naked Marine cot. This real Marine beefcake is in the infantry, a self proclaimed ground-pounder. He is trained to shoot the bad guys, carries a rifle, and in charge of patrols. He joined the Marines to find himself and become a real man's man. He found structure, strength and tight camaraderie with his fellow soldiers in the service and has some very fond memories looking back. Today Eryk is here to find something else. He fixes his eyes forward like a good Marine and immediately gets to work on his own little soldier in his cammies. He works his pink dick though his pants until he has to release his beast and whips out his thick cock. His six-pack is taut and tanned, and he has some big natural man bush peeking out of the top of his belt line. Eryk moves to the supply box to get a better view of the porn on the television and also offer up a better view of his tight balls and round bubble ass. He spreads his cheeks to expose a smooth, tight, Marine hole that he grazes lightly with his finger. Eryk removes his dusty boots to rest his tired feet and quickly gets back to work on that great pink cock of his. This Private gives his cock a little special attention and stokes his dick with the smooth arch of his foot. That was the kicker, this toe-lover cant take any more teasing. He goes double handed pulling his pud and gripping his balls until hot steamy Marine juices flood from the tip of his pink warrior. Brilliant gobs of man gravy come out flying on to his happy trail and unmanicured pube patch with a sigh of joy and relief. |
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Firefighter Ryler and Private Roman seem to have a natural rapport as they discuss their professional lives and the service they have each contributed to their communities. As they exchange ideas about camaraderie in the line of duty, a shared passion begins to stir. These two have a palpable chemistry that oozes all over the bed, promising a hot military sex scene. Ryler and Roman deliver the deep-dicking goods in almost immediate abundance! The moment Ryler un-sheaths his hardened spear, Roman can't take his eyes off of it! Ryler's sweet cock in his commanding grip has Roman licking his lips with yearning. Roman leans in, and placing his hand on Ryler's thigh, asks if he can touch the glistening fuck-tool. Moments after Ryler concedes, Roman moves effortlessly from stroking Ryler's cock with his capable hand, to sucking it with his hungry mouth. Ryler closes his eyes, gasping with pleasure, while Roman greedily gobbles up the cockfest. Ryler maniacally thrusts into Roman's eager mouth with his rigid tool, fucking Roman's facehole. Overly excited, Ryler doesn't want to blow his load too fast. He takes the opportunity to deep-throat Roman's massive mansteak. Ryler sucks at a frenzied pace, with the speed of each sloppy slurp nearly drowning out Roman's ecstatic cries. Roman, with eyes tightly clinched together, screams out, "Oh, that's fucking good!" The action only gets hotter, as Ryler wields Roman's legs overhead. Ryler's so ready to plant his hot poker in Roman's ass that he doesn't even pull Roman's pants off all the way! He's not the only one who's lost his patience, as Roman screams, "Stick it in!" Ryler barrels into Roman's ass, while Roman pulls violently on his own hungry cock! Ryler sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout Roman's core, shaking the bed with every spasmic thrust. These two are on fire! Roman can't get enough of Ryler's manhandling, and jumps into Ryler's lap. Roman reaches back to spread his ass so that Ryler can achieve maximum penetration. As their fucking peaks with the intensity of a sudden earthquake, Roman smacks his spunk all over his stomach. His cock spits hot white bullets of jizz on his lean torso as he rides the wave of Ryler's deep penetration. Ryler's ready to bust his nut, as Roman takes position on the floor to receive his facial. Ryler slaps his dick into Roman's face as he squirts, straining and eventually draining his cum scepter. This is a fuck scene worthy of a replay! |
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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. |
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Private Aleco has recently joined the military, and is looking to Petty Officer Doyle, a navy veteren of seven years, for the insider's scoop. Doyle recounts his specialized tours of Bagdad, as well as the intimate details of what being on a ship for six to nine months can do to a man. As Doyle shares his wild stories of shore leave in Hong Kong, it becomes apparent that Aleco's interest has intensified. Doyle and Aleco settle back to watch some straight porn. Petty Officer Doyle grabs at his crotch through his pants. Mesmerized by the girl in the movie, Doyle comments, "She really likes it... Makes you wanna beat off!" Private Aleco, who's gaze is transfixed on Doyle's growing trouser snake, slyly remarks, "Yeah, you should". Doyle, feeling reassured by Aleco's silent nod of agreement, pulls his rigid cock from beneath his underwear. He tugs quickly, with fierce jerking movements, transfixed by the porn he's watching. Aleco's eyes are drawn repeatedly to Doyle's cock. He attempts to focus on the movie, and rub one out, himself, but Doyle keeps stealing the show! Doyle can feel Aleco staring at his hardened dick. He turns, and for a moment their eyes meet. Locked, eye to eye, a conversation requiring no words is exchanged and understood. Aleco moves his hand over Doyle's thigh and firmly grasps his blood-engorged phallus. An almost inaudible sigh of pleasure escapes from Doyle's lips. Aleco starts to gently tug at the base of Doyle's cock. "Faster," Doyle pants. Aleco quickens his speed, and leaning over, takes Doyle's penis into his mouth. Doyle fumbles for breath, panting, "Oh shit! Oh fuck!" This is military action, hot and under fire! Doyle jumps up from the cot, as Aleco instinctively bends down on his knees. Doyle sways into Aleco's sucking motion, as Aleco deep-throats Doyle's cock. Private Aleco, clearly overheated, pulls off his t-shirt to reveal a cut chest, rich with dark fur. Aleco looks up to Doyle, who pushes his cock back into Aleco's face. Aleco sucks Doyle's cock with deep concentration. He holds onto Doyle's legs as Doyle pushes his rod further into Aleco's face. Doyle's near the brink, and tries to pull back from Aleco's sumptous slurping hole, but it's simply too late! Doyle pushes his cocktip back to Aleco's inviting lips and unloads the streams of his impassioned, goo-filled release. Aleco lets the pearls of Doyle's jizz dribble from his sticky lips and onto his pants. Wiping his chin, Aleco looks up to Doyle for his final approval. Doyle, dizzy and cumdrunk, simply pants with breathlessness. |
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With a broad shouldered confidence, square jaw and knowing gaze, Petty Officer Doyle exudes masculinity. His handsome face is that of the quintessential All-American military man, right down to the deeply carved dimples that are revealed when he flashes his killer smile. Charming, and disarmingly frank about his role as a serviceman, he talks about the friends he's made for a lifetime, and building bombs to, "blow shit up!" With this much testosterone in the room, it's high time for some action, and Doyle gets right down to the goods. After taking off his button-down shirt, he paws at his trousers, pulling the fabric to and fro, until something starts to stir! On the hunt, his hand digs aggressively beneath the cloth. Doyle yanks out his fattened cockhead, mushroom topped, it's engorged and glistening. His thighs clench as he jerks his rigid shaft, each tug eliciting the squeal of enforced friction. Doyle lies back, his pants down around his ankles, yanking his meatslab with quick thrusts of intensity. His breathing quickens, and with a glint of sheen to his brow, he hurriedly tosses off his t-shirt. Doyle reaches for his ballsack, kneading the wiley flesh as he jerks his tool. His bulbous nads are pricked and tingly, nearly ready to burst. Doyle pulls on his hardened dick, as the head seems to zero in on its target. Abruptly his rocket shoots, clear across the bed, and onto the thirsty carpet below! Long splashes of jizz-paint tag the blanket, just past Doyle's furry underarm. His belly, the blanket, and his cock are soaked in a shower of spooge! As Doyle slowly glides his hand across his dick, the cum drops glitter between his fingers. His cockhead, like an angered serpent, looks back from his gaze. Now that's a weapon to be revered! |
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