Kink Men 'Hairy Experienced Edger Meets His Match' starring Peter Marcus (Photo 12)

Peter Marcus in 'Kink Men' - Hairy Experienced Edger Meets His Match (Men On Edge)

Blonde stud Peter Marcus is no stranger to edging. Chastity turns him on and he enjoys edging on a regular basis. But can he handle being edged by Sebastian Keys and Chance Summerlin? Peter shows up on time for an edging session and is surprised by a rough take down. He is bound in duct tape and rope, blindfolded and defenseless. Sebastian and Chance waste no time in ripping the clothes off Peter, revealing a toned hairy body. They suck his nipples and play with his fat uncut cock. Chance teases Peter's cock with his wet mouth, licking it and sucking it as Peter grows more desperate to cum. Sebastian jacks Peter off as Chance licks his balls. Every time Peter is about to blow, they pull away, leaving Peter hornier and harder than ever. Peter squirms as Sebastian tickles him relentlessly. Next Peter is bound on his back. Chance teases his cock as Sebastian sucks his toes and licks his feet. Finally, they turn their attention to his asshole. Chance slips on a black glove with varying tips and uses each one in Peter's ass. Peter's hungry hole swallows each finger easily. His hips buck as Chance sucks his dick, keeping him right on that edge. Every time Peter is about to cum, they pull away. Then they slip a vibrating prostate plug in Peter's hole. This plug pushes Peter closer to orgasm than ever before. His ass clenches down on it and he struggles to blow his load as Chance continues to work his hard cock. Peter cums hard, blowing his hot sticky load all over himself. Chance greedily licks it up and sucks Peter's cock clean.

Released : December 12th, 2017
Tags : Gay, Edging, Male Handler, Oral sex, Male Sub, Prostate Stimulation, Tickling, Bondage, Rope bondage, Bdsm, Blonde, Stud, Hairy, Chastity, Uncut, Uncut, Feet


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Logan Cross in 'Elder Land - Bonds of Brotherhood - RAW'

Logan Cross - Elder Land - Bonds of Brotherhood - RAW

Elder Land?s skin tingled as Bishop Gibson moved around him. It was an unusual sensation, like goosebumps, but better. Something about standing next to the handsome man while he was completely naked stirred up something inside him. Save for the temple shield he was provided, he was as naked as he was back when the handsome bishop had fucked him back in his office. This moment was different, however. Bishop Gibson was performing the sacred initiation ceremony, speaking the words of the ritual and anointing his parts from head to toe. He proceeded very formalized, fitting the state of his dress. His shirt was neatly pressed, tie tied in a sturdy knot, and his pants were crisp with the one appropriate crease. This ceremonial attire is very unique and quite handsome, but also standard for a male ordinance worker to wear in the temple. But there was something about the formal nature of his attire, and the ceremony, and his words. For someone who had not long ago fucked him and inseminated him, the formal way he spoke and moved about him was intensely arousing. Elder Land wondered if he?d imagined the whole thing. It wasn?t until the bishop?s bulge could clearly be seen through his white pants that the boy sensed the return of attraction. Bishop Gibson?s touches lingered longer and longer. His manipulation of his body parts became more like groping than gesturing. Especially when the bearded man moved his digits down toward his crotch. Elder Land didn?t know what to do and tried to remain still and respectful during the ritual, but his baser instincts got the better of him. Before he knew it, he was sporting a fully standing erection in front of Bishop Gibson. The bishop continued along, hardly acknowledging the boy?s penis. He moved it out of the way when he needed to and blessed the rest of his body. It was a strange and heady experience. Gibson knelt down to bless the boy?s legs and feet, bringing his face at the same level as the boy?s conspicuous boner. Bishop Gibson took the boy?s genitals in his hands, stroking his shaft and testicles, and finished the ceremony by anointing his loins. Elder Land felt his hole tighten and his breath flutter as he felt his warm hands caress him. He knew it was wrong but he wanted dearly to be back in the place where Bishop Gibson was inside him, filling him and fucking him. And this touch made him feel like he was getting there. Bishop Gibson took to his feet and stood next to the naked boy. He brought his mouth to Land?s and kissed him softly. Land closed his eyes as he felt the soft hairs of the man?s blonde beard graze his face. The older man took the boy?s hand and sat him down on a nearby stool. Gibson then took the boy?s shield and moved it back over his shoulders, opening his naked torso to full exposure and access. Gibson looked down at the sexy, seated missionary as he began to remove his jacket and tie. Land looked back up at him, biting his lower lip gently in anticipation of what would come next. Gibson began to unbutton his shirt and roll up his sleeves when he noticed the shiny tip of the boy?s cock, glistening with a sudden secretion of pre-cum. His eyes widened and he feel to his knees, eager to get a taste. Taking the boy?s cock into his mouth, he sucked on him deep, hoping to get more of the boy?s sweet juice onto his tongue. What little he got was enough to leave him hungry for more. Elder Land moaned as he felt his groin being sucked and stroked, loving every wave of sensation that accompanied the older man?s actions. Bishop Gibson turned the boy around on the stool, feeling the craving for a more substantial meal. He removed Land?s shield as the boy bent over and placed his smooth, soft hole up in the air for him to see. It was more beautiful than the older man remembered. Slowly, Gibson removed his shirt and pants, stripping down to just his garments. He pulled his cock out through the front slit and stroked it as he became mesmerized on the boy?s butt. Bending over the boy?s body, Bishop Gibson leaned his head down between the boy?s cheeks, pressing his furry face softly into his hole. He inhaled deeply before he let his salivating tongue loose on the Land?s hole. It was sweeter than honey. With one hand on his cock and the other pressed firmly on that far cheek of the boy?s butt, Bishop Gibson kissed and licked the boy?s hole over and over. His lips wrapped around it and sucked hard, teasing the boy with feelings of intense teasing, tickling, and suction. Elder Land felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the rush of sensations pulsating out from his behind. He?d always loved to play with his hole and saw it as his primary source of sexual satisfaction. And now, Bishop Gibson was working it and using it in ways he?d never thought of. The young missionary held tightly onto the stool he was bent over as Gibson?s soft beard hairs brushed up and over his wet, open hole. Bishop Gibson leaned up from his savory dish and stood up to remove his garments. Elder Land looked back to see the man wiping excess saliva from his mouth as his underwear came off to reveal his lean, athletic, furry boy. He had the look of the big bad wolf about to bite into his little red hole. The older man ran his fingers over Land?s taught pucker, feeling it react on their tips, teased into wanting to take them in. He leaned in one last time to taste the sweet ass. As his tongue ran across it one more time, he shot his head up and knelt directly behind the bent over boy. Elder Land had thought about being fucked again by the bishop over and over. He tried not to, but for days following, his sore hole was in unavoidable reminder of just how much he wanted it. And now, having been kissed and licked long by the sexy older man, Elder Land could have practically begged for his cock. As if hearing the secret wish, Gibson moved himself closer and placed the head of his member directly up to mouth of the boy?s ass. He kept it still for a moment, watching the hole pulsate and quiver sensing its fate. Placing a gentle hand on the side of his hip, Gibson moved in slowly as Elder Land took a deep, calming breath. In unison, the two did what was necessary for the bishop to make his way inside the boy?s wet hole all the way to the base with one, steady, constant motion. Once inside, he held himself firmly in place, letting the boy?s hole adjust to it?s new state. Pressed apart and filled by his cock, Land?s ass shook around his shaft, tightening and pulsing around him. Gibson closed his eyes, too, feeling the incredible sensation of fucking in place. There?s nothing quite like the hole of a boy who wants you more than anything else. After a moment, Gibson let his hips move, moving in and out of the boy?s insides, going deeper each time. Elder Land?s moans grew louder as he managed to take the man harder and faster. Gibson knew the boy was special and deserved the rimjob he?d been given to feel good. But now it was his turn, and he wasn?t going to stop until the young boy?s insides were completely coated with his seed?

Logan Cross in 'Elder Land - Atonement - RAW'

Logan Cross - Elder Land - Atonement - RAW

Elder Land stared up at his ceiling all night. His companion was fast asleep, long mellowed by the mundanity of their day. But Elder Land was stuck thinking about what had he?d learned. Following his invasive meeting with President Faust?a meeting in which he was aggressively fondled and milked?the older man told him about a secret organization known simply as The Order. Elder Land was barely able to catch his breath from his exhaustive climax and couldn?t stop looking at his load as Faust took a cloth and wiped it from his hand. Between his deep breaths and pounding heart beats, he listened as President Faust explained the secret fraternal organization and how he was being invited to be inducted and tried for his worthiness. He didn?t know what it was more than that, but knew he wanted in. He instinctively knew this would help him manage his same-sex attraction. Maybe they had secrets and a deeper understanding of sexuality that others didn?t have? ?Or maybe this was a trick. But then he remembered there was a strange quote from Joseph Smith to the other early brethren of the church. He told a select group of converts that if they knew all the things that he knew about sex, they would want to take his life. What could he possibly have meant? Lying awake, his mind explored every possible option of what he should do and what the consequences of his action or inaction might be. He counted scenarios like he was counting sheep, and similarly, he went to be listless and uneasy. When he awoke, he thought he?d continue on with his missionary work. Maybe he could pretend nothing happened and ignore this new information about The Order. Other missionary boys seemed to be fine without it and he?d probably be better off without it. He was perfectly content in this until he received a call from his mission president. He would be going on splits. His companion would stay in their area, but he would be heading to the temple. He was told that he would receive a special calling. Once he got there, a temple patron stopped him on his way inside the temple and told him that the Brethren had requested his presence in office of the temple president. There he was to meet with Bishop Gibson. That did it. Bishop Gibson. The handsome, powerful, and tempting. The one thing that strayed him from true virtue. He nodded timidly and made his way to the temple president?s office to meet with the bishop. A part of him deep down thought maybe he should be running the opposite direction, but he knew just as deeply that he?d never forgive himself if he let this opportunity pass him by. As soon as he entered the office of the president, he was told to take a seat. ?I?m here to formally invite you into The Order,? the handsome man said to him, sitting behind his desk, blue eyes focused on the boy?s apprehensive expression. ?Do you know what that means?? Elder Land gulped, intimidated by how powerless he felt in front of him. ?I?ve heard of it,? he stammered, ?but I don?t know quite what to expect.? ?It means that you do everything I ask you to do,? said the bishop. ?And you can begin by standing up.? Elder Land did as he was told. Even when he was told to take off his shirt, he did was he was told. When Bishop Gibson told him to take off his pants, that?s the first time he blinked. ?Excuse me?? Land asked, surprised, mostly in disbelief that Gibson of all people was asking this of him. ?If you want to join the Order,? the bearded man spoke slowly and deliberately, ?you must do everything I say. Take off your pants.? And with that, Elder Land did. He wanted to make Bishop Gibson like him, even if it meant undressing in front of him and betraying his efforts to avoid same-sex encounters. This blind submission hit another road bump, however, when he was told to remove his garments. ?Take off your undergarments.? Land paused. He felt frozen. Still wasn?t sure this wasn?t a trip of some kind. He hesitated. ?I said, take off your undergarments.? Bishop Gibson could see his fear. It was enough to make the otherwise tan-skinned, healthy young boy look white as a ghost. The older man was struck with a moment of empathy, and in a kinder, gentler, almost paternal way gestured and said, ?Come here.? Elder Land stepped closer. He took shallow breaths with each step, waiting to see what would happen. His unspoken question was answered when Bishop Gibson ran a hand over his stomach, feeling under the shirt of his garments, tracing his fingertips over his abs. Elder Land had a tight, muscular body. It was compact like a gymnast?s, strong and masculine. It was seemingly at odds with his delicate and boyish face, making him look caught between adolescence and adulthood. Bishop Gibson took a moment to consider him and stated in a seductive whisper, ?You must do everything we say.? With that, he took a hand to the boy?s genitals, feeling them swell beneath the fabric of his garments, and listening as Land panted quietly inside his broad chest. Elder Land didn?t want to get hard, he didn?t even want to be aroused, but his body once again turned on him and revealed his true desires to a member of the priesthood. ?Nice. Very nice.? Bishop Gibson pulled off Land?s garments, revealing his smooth, athletic frame. He studied it for moment before continuing, ?Get on the desk.? Gibson stood up, clearing space for Land to move. The boy hesitated only for a second before getting on top of the desk as asked. It was strange and bizarre, but in a way, this was the fantasy he?d spent so many quiet, illicit moments fantasizing about. To have Bishop Gibson see him and want him. With his ass high in the air, his muscular backside was practically calling to the powerful bishop. He walked around the perimeter of the desk, checking out his young catch from all sides. When he stopped behind him, he gently pulled his penis back, pointing it?s hard, stiff length straight down. He played with his balls, too, watching them fall in place. But his real joy came when he leaned down and took a taste of Land?s tight hole. ?Very nice,? he whispered, almost to himself, as he came up from his first sampling. He licked his lips and savored him like he was delicious snack. He dove his face back down, harder this time, intentionally running the soft bristles of his beard against Land?s delicate, eager hole. As his mouth trailed over it, he could feel it react on the tip of his tongue. Elder Land was in ecstasy, but he was still torn about his feelings. Were it not for the fear of hell and all the damnation he?d been taught, being sensually tasted by Bishop Gibson would be his version of heaven. His mind and body were locked, however, on all fours on that desk. Nothing save for the words of Bishop Gibson could get him off. The older man lifted up from the boy?s hole and moved around to his front side. He looked in the wide, aroused eyes of his inductee, then down to his pouty lips. ?Kneel,? he ordered, with the precise severity of a trainer to a pet dog. And like a well trained pup, Elder Land was quick down to his knees. Bishop Gibson pointed casually to his crotch as he pulled his penis out through the pants zipper. It was clear to the young boy what that meant as he was fast to throw those pouty lips around the handsome man?s member. It tasted better than he imagined. Inhaling the scent of his crotch and sucking down the shaft of his penis, Elder Land worshipped his crush?s cock. Bishop Gibson looked down, unbuttoning his shirt and removing his belt. He was impressed. This boy was working hard for him. Really showing his devotion to him. And obeying every command he laid out. The older man continued to strip down, losing his clothing piece by piece while Elder Land never once lost sight of his mission: to serve. The only thing that fought for his attention was the gentle, appreciative way Bishop Angus ran a hand on the back of his head as he bobbed up and down on his shaft. It was subtle and soft, but it gave him a feeling unlike anything he?d hoped to receive before. ?I want you on the desk,? Gibson said softly. His tone wasn?t harsh, but simply direct. It spoke to Land in that same way the touch of his hand did. It made him submit, but only because deep down Land wanted to. Elder Land moved back to the desk, leaning over it and placing his hands flat on its surface. Behind him, Bishop Gibson removed the remainder of his clothing, stripping down naked. Land stole a look back, seeing the man?s amazing body. It was better than he fantasized, and it was right there with him. Bishop Gibson stood closer to him, stroking his hard, wet cock, placing a hand on the boy?s soft butt. He ran a finger up the crack of his ass, teasing his hole as it moved. Without much else, Gibson planted his penis where his finger had trailed, pressing it up against the tight pucker of his ass. Land closed his eyes, feeling the soft, golden hairs of the man?s stomach and legs press against him as he made himself closer and closer. Soon, it seemed as if he couldn?t get closer, pressing hard against the timid hole of Elder Land. The young boy took a breath, bit his lip, and exhaled slowly as he felt the fullness of Bishop Gibson slide inside him. Was he dreaming? Could this be real? How is it that he?s having sex with him? Bishop Gibson placed a hand on the boy?s shoulders, holding him tight as he moved himself even deeper. Once he was all the way, he could hear the end of the boy?s sustained breath turn into a moan. He hit the spot. Bishop Gibson had his target set. He pumped himself increasingly faster and faster, pounding his substantial member against the boy?s inside, making him moan louder and louder. And he knew he wouldn?t stop until the boy was oozing cum all over the desk?

Logan Cross in 'Elder Land - The Informant'

Logan Cross - Elder Land - The Informant

Ever since Elder Land left home and arrived in the MTC, he?d been constantly surrounded by dozens of young men like him. Hormonal teenagers, all conservatively dressed and groomed, all looking and sounding the same. The lack of privacy set him into a state of total psychosexual lockdown, unable to find any release. Even showers were group showers. And being around the handsome, older MTC teachers were only making it worse. Land had known for a long time that he liked men, especially older men, but never acted on it. Until recently he?d never even told anyone about it. But one day his very persuasive and friendly MTC president managed to get him to admit his secret feelings. ?Struggling with same-sex attraction? was how they agreed to describe it. And the prescription was the same as always: pray more, stay busy, and never, ever indulge. Land knew that meant that even masturbation was off the table, but he was determined to do right by his leaders and the church. Once he was down with the program and onto his mission, he and his new companion spent that first day meeting the local missionary authorities. It was a warm, summer day, and the two boys were baking in their tightly knotted ties and matching missionary underwear. They hadn?t even been to their new apartment yet before the two boys came face to face with the ultimate test of Elder Land?s will: Bishop Gibson. Bishop Gibson was younger than most Bishops Land had interacted with, but still a decade older than the boy. His hair was the color of dried wheat, like a dark gold. His smile was bright and full, moving his well-trimmed beard to expose his perfect teeth. And when he reached out to shake his hand, Land could see the blond hairs of his forearm break free from his rolled up sleeve. Elder Land though to himself, Shit. He?s hot! Elder Land had always had a thing for older guys, and Bishop Gibson was more than he could handle in his frustrated state. As soon as the boys found their apartment and settled in, Land?s companion immediately rushed to take a shower. Elder Land removed his clothes, relieved from the heat to be down to just his garments. And as he sat on the bed that would be his, he realized: he was finally alone. Against his nobler intentions, his mind rushed with thoughts of Bishop Gibson. He could practically still feel his hand gripping his own. He recalled every detail he observed, wanting desperately to see him again. And despite his efforts, he became painfully aware of three truths: Gibson was his weakness, he hadn?t jerked off in weeks, and for the first time in ages, he was finally alone. As if his penis were similarly aware, his loins began to swell before the boy even placed his hands in his garment bottoms. He didn?t want to, but he?d been desperate. During his abstinence, he?d been plagued by frequent wet dreams, soiling his garments and leaving him ashamed of his desires. Perhaps this one indulgence would quiet his mind. He kept an eye on the bathroom, hoping to better hear the sound of the rushing water, giving him a sense of how much time he had to enjoy the feeling of his erection. The fear of being caught was almost as powerful as his yearning for Bishop Gibson, and soon his fantasies and anxieties were wrapped up together, causing him to envision the handsome man standing beneath the showerhead, rinsing off from the hot, summer day. Elder Land closed his eyes and tried to imagine him, standing tall and handsome as beads of water dripped down his body. Despite having never seen him naked, he could practically see the delicate pattern of chest hair on his torso. He wondered if it was dark like his hair or light like his arms. As he continued to jerk off, he pulled his penis out through his garment bottoms, running his hands over his chest, fantasizing the tips of fingers were running down the older man?s chest. Land?s body was different, though. Smoother, leaner, less developed. Still, it felt good. Land?s mouth watered imaging Gibson?s chest hair trailing down his stomach, landing in a soft patch of pubic hair just above his penis. As his imagination went south, so did his hands. He licked his fingers with his panting, salivating mouth, lubricating them for his anus. He teased his hole as he stroked, still hearing the water and picturing the beautiful golden bishop. His body heated up with each stroke, causing him to passionately writhe in his bed, strumming his hole like the strings of a guitar, slowly building up the urge to cum inside. Getting on all fours, he rested his arms on the headboard, arching his back to give his ass room to stand out. His wet fingers navigated his hole further and further until the tip of one made its way inside. Elder Land imagined the older man?s cock, hard and wet. He imagined what it would be like to feel him press just the head inside. Elder Land had never been with a man, but he couldn?t deny the appeal of being penetrated. He wanted this man to own him, teach him, and fuck him. One finger soon gave way to two as the horny missionary continued to pleasure himself in his rare solitude. His smooth hole and hard cock worked in tandem to drive himself wild. Visions of Bishop Gibson filled his mind, giving him the sensation of vibrating as he edged himself closer and closer to cumming. He could have cum two or three times already from simply feeling his erection, but the wave he was riding was too powerful. And as long as the water was flowing, he wanted to keep it going?