Casey stands in a tin-walled dungeon, the perfect leather boy of men's fantasy. He's tan, tatted, muscular, with thick wavy black hair and a spray of light body hair accentuating his powerful manly sex. In front of the St. Andrew's Cross worshipping his lean taut body, his cock is packed tight and ready to burst out of his leather shorts. Legs are spread wide in heavy black boots.

When he leans his head back in arousal, black stubbly beard frames his chiseled face. Now he unleashes his sexy beast and gets to work stroking. He glides his fist completely off the head and pops back on, already edging at the precipice. The straps of his harness struggle against his muscled pecs as his latex shorts gleam. He's above us beating his cock like a classical Colossus, then it erupts, rains down splash after splash of musky male juice. He's sweaty but relaxed after a session of hard jacking.