Sometimes you want things you probably shouldn't have, things that will cost in some fashion. We don't mean financially. We're talking about the emotional toll exacted on your soul when you finally get what you want and it turns out to be different than how you imagined. Not better, not worse. Just...different. Take Mason Lear as an example. He's wanted Angel Ferrari for a while now. And let's face it, Angel is the complete package, not only for Mason. Angel is tall, dark, and handsome, with a brooding sensuality and a big cock. And he's quiet. There's just something about that kind of man that makes some quiver with excitement and gets them wet. When Mason finally got what he wanted he knew he was in for more than just a touchy-feely sort of fuck. Angel crawled into Mason's mind, pushing out all thought of camera and crew. Instead, Angel connected with Mason's holes, using them as if they were nothing more than toys to bring him pleasure. From fucking Mason's throat and slapping those big floppy balls in Mason's face, to dumping his seed inside Mason's fuck hole. Is it any wonder he fantasized about what kissing Angel might be like? Or to be allowed to jerk himself off during, and not just after Angel had come? Yes, Angel got a cum facial and ate most of Mason's load but there's just something alluring about catching that elusive selfish lover that brings out the unworthy whore in many of us. Ummm…hello? Angel? Are you there? Damn. Here we go again, sniffing around after some hot sweaty guy with a big cock to use us for his -- and his only -- pleasure. Turns out Angel has his own sexual demons to wrestle. Oh, heart be still!