I was at his command and I wanted to please this straight stud... Richard is gay and gets pleasure out of pleasuring others - especially hot, straight-looking men. Construction worker Terry is about as straight as they come: over six feet tall and two hundred pounds of hard, solid man, he is a fetching sight in his faded jeans and work boots. Richard has every intention of landing the macho, straight stud, only to discover Terry has an agenda of his own. The Construction Worker approaches Richard and makes him an on-call pleasure boy, and it's not long before Terry introduces Richard to a few of his work buddies... expecting Richard to service them as well. Richard has always enjoyed pleasing macho men and showing them what he can do with his mouth, but when there's FOUR of them and they ask for something more, can he single-handedly satisfy the construction workers? *For mature audiences only. Sample: "I knew you were a cock worshiping cocksucker the first time I saw you. I like that. You blew me one time last week in that same bookstore where we met. It was the best damned head I'd ever received, and was hoping I'd run across you again... Okay, buddy. Worship my cock and make me feel good again. Savor my dick and nuts until I'm ready to shoot my first load of cum in your cock sucking mouth. I'm fucking tired of beating my meat and need to pop my nuts a couple times tonight. I'm gonna watch this fuck film, and drink my beer while you make love to my prick. Take your time and let's enjoy this." He said as he set back on the couch, spread his legs, lifted his nuts and took another sip of his beer. I made myself comfortable between his legs for a nice long cock-sucking session. I was at his command. I desired to please this desirable straight stud. His cock began to firm up almost immediately as I made love to his manhood. Nothing pleases me more than to satisfy a man that enjoys a good performance on his balls and cock. "Oh yeah, cocksucker. Lick the sweat off my balls, chew on my foreskin and savor my sweet cock juices, you lucky bastard...