Dante Colle Introduces Shawn Brooks at Guys In Sweatpants:
Shawn Brooks is a 6′, 170lbs muscular and hung stud from SoCal who you guys are going to love! I’ve known him for a couple years now so when he hit me up to come to his first shoot, I didn’t hesitate to say no! I had already been chatting with Dante Colle so I hit him up cus I knew they’d be hot af together.
Dance Colle was obsessed with Shawn’s muscular bubble butt and perfect hole, but who wouldn’t be?! We love a bottom like Shawn who has a look of joy on his face as he’s getting his hole pounded by his top. Both boys were left covered in sweat and cum (inside and out) and very, very satisfied!
Watch as Dante Colle Introduces Shawn Brooks at Guys In Sweatpants
Watch as Dante Colle Introduces Shawn Brooks at Guys In Sweatpants














Shawn’s like the taco truck by the beach when you’re hungry. The food tastes good and you’re praying to god you don’t catch something.
I think he looks hot as FUCK, and this is his first scene. Why the shade, and more importantly, why that specific shade? I would love him to trim the hair, but I’m a sucker (literally, I wish) for a curly blond with a lot of muscles. I’m still team Dane, who had his blond-mane phase. I actually like Dane better with shorter hair, but this image was literally one of the sexiest porn still images I have ever seen in my life.
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He looks like an ex of mine. You ever been in a fuck fog and then suddenly it gets taken away? The scene is hot, especially the second to last still.
I feel that fuck fog.
Such a guy was taken away from me ten years ago, and I’m still not over it. The main reason why is how long it seemed to take HIM to get over it. He wrote me for YEEEEEARS after he moved, forever suggesting he might be able to visit, but I never saw him again and finally gave him a gentle silent treatment because I couldn’t take being his penpal. Oh god, we fucked everywhere — in public, at my house, at his house, at other people’s houses … I was plotting the possibility of fucking him in a movie theater when he moved away. It was more than a fog, it was a roiling wildfire.
Yeah, well my fuck fog had me saying shit “I love you”, “we should get a dog”, and “let’s move in together” three weeks into it. I don’t believe in magic or the supernatural, but Mike’s ass made me a believer. The first time I ever passed out after cumming was in that ass. I’m pretty sure he sucked the soul out of my cock. Thus a soulless, cantankerous curmudgeon stands before you