Bobby's Marines 5

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In-House Review - Aug 07 2003

Degeneracy loves company! Just ask Don Ross: chair, chief, and formerly sole operator of The Body Shoppe. Here we have his clipped English-speaking, of indeterminate Latin origin cohort, Bobby, whose specialty (and biggest commonality with Don) is videotaping hot young straight Marines beating their meat. Our first 18-ish looking, smooth, baseball cap wearing young stud sits back as Bobby asks "you ready for pussies?", an inquiry which gets an endless, incoherent mumbled rant about pussy on Saturday night or some such from the dumb-as-a-brick-but-compact-and-hot youth. Thankfully, it's not long before the kid whips out a meaty ? and might I add exceptionally hairy-bushed ? white trash cock. He daubs his cock with oil and sips a Bud with the other hand, still muttering and muttering and muttering (as he grabs cock and acts like it's a ) "good pussy, good pussy, excellent pussy, I'm gonna eat it, bat out of hell, it's all good, the pussy feels, turns out to be a bitch. That's a good feeling, her lips around my dick." I'm not joking. Yes, he's retarded, he's fighting for our freedom, and he's getting us hard. Bobby later brings out a blow-up doll, which our lad plugs as still shots are snapped off. Amusingly, as the scene heats up and Bobby requests the kid start talking again, an assistant pops in and warns "Bobby, there's a cop car right out front!" Whoopsy-doo! While Bobby investigates the issue, our boy pops off a reasonable load all over his inflatable date's back and patiently awaits further instruction, contentedly squeezing the final drops from his still hard dick. Yum! "Slick," a tattooed hunk of rough trade, also packs a generous flesh banana (not to mention super furry legs), and manages to keep quiet while he jerks off to a loud straight video for around 20 minutes. Not a very massive protein fountain follows, but hope springs eternal. Our third scene, "Military Buddies," is packed with hope indeed as a pair of smooth young lads disrobe together, Bobby yammering away in his trademark bizarre dialect, the word "cock" popping up often (and pronounced "khockh.") The teenaged boys - one lanky, the other a little pudgy, both deliciously dumb - are joined by that probably still-dirty blowup doll, which they generously but clumsily share, double-penetrating it. It's a crying shame they don't penetrate each other! The skinny boy, who packs a dangerous pecker, lands a good load on the doll's back after a good session, while pudgy gets sloppy seconds and doesn't appear to climax. Our next stud, Thumper, makes up for that previous load loss with a load of his own ball slop on his belly. Baby-faced, chain-smoking Brandon (whom Bobby insists "kick back" like Don's apt to do) caps off with a teeny load and modest cock, but there's promise of many more Marines to cum... -Flapjax