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BRODY WILDER
Last year, Brody Wilder was supposed to join Samuel O’Toole when he visited Manhunt headquarters for an awkward interview where I acted like a total buffoon and giggled a lot about nothing. At the time, I wasn't particularly upset when he didn’t show up—since I knew little about him or his gay porn work—but this picture to the left makes me sad that I didn’t get to sexually harass him and ask him awkward questions about his butthole.
"After taking in the snowy sights of Lake Tahoe, Brody Wilder kicks back in his boxers and keys up some porn. Brody is a jock’s wet dream, one of those blonds whose skin takes a deep tan while his fine body hairs turn to golden down. He’s got hard muscles and a mouth that begs to be kissed. Matching him for muscle and looks is Trystan Bull, a fantasy. Dripping from his shower, Trystan peers over Brody’s shoulder. They massage swelling boners and watch the porn. When Brody puts a hand on Trystan’s leg, Trystan drops the towel and feeds Brody his cock.
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His tapered torso twists and thrusts, and while Brody sucks, Trystan peels off Brody’s tank top, saying “Show me that tight body.” They hit the bed. Trystan flops on his back while Brody straddles him, centering Trystan’s cock at the entrance to Brody’s hard, tan buns. It’s straight in halfway, then Brody initiates a slow hip flexor action that makes the rest of Trystan’s cock disappear. The cum shots pay homage to many a guy’s youthful wanks with pals, as these sexy beasts stand shoulder to shoulder, the muscles of their chiseled torsos flexing in tandem, and jack out an avalanche of jism." -- Falcon
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