Christian Matthews Gets Distracted from His Books on Breed Me Raw

Paperwork Frustration Gives Way to Real World Passion.

This Breed Me Raw scene starts off with a shocking visual. Christian Matthews, who seems for all intents and purposes to be a decent human being living in the 21^st Century enters the camera’s visual frame with a lined paper notebook, a textbook of some sort, a short pencil, and a pencil sharpener. What the hell? Is this the dark ages?

He’s nearly as confused as I was, because despite the scribblings in his notebook, the more frustrated he becomes. When sweetheart Parker Logan approaches him, Christian tries to explain his level of frustration, but Parker isn’t feeling in an interested mood. He picks up the source of his boyfriend’s annoyance and tosses it aside. Thus freed of its influence, the two celebrate by removing their clothing and getting down and dirty on the very table that Christian had been trying to work on.

Those of us who groove on tattoos will have plenty to groove on between these two. And Christian has some body parts pierced, as well. Given what a deep throat queen Christian proves to be I’m a little surprised that he hasn’t gotten a stud in his tongue, but that may be more of a straight thing. However it works, Christopher’s mouth knows the way to the base of Parker’s cock regardless of whether the cock in question is being inhaled from a standing or kneeling position. Christian is wonderfully uninhibited, sputtering and coughing when he needs to do so. It deepens the sense of authenticity, and there’s a lot of authenticity to this scene, in spite of its mildly silly opening setup.

After more than adequately proving that he can swallow a big wad of sweaty man meat, Christian kicks back on the tabletop and allows Parker to run riot on his body with his mouth, kissing down to his cock and then nuzzling the sleepy object. That’s as close as Christian is going to get to receiving a blowjob during this scene, so I certainly hope he enjoyed himself because it’s back to being a provider before too long. He takes a break from his sputtering to have his hairy asshole inspected by a keenly interested Parker. What Parker finds there is ready, willing, and gaping for attention.

Parker puts his mouth where his mind is and eats the living fuck out of that ass, getting it good and wet for the next step in their reunion. That next step, naturally, is making sure Christian’s body is ready to be introduced to Parker’s body in a more stereotypically gay context. You know, ass sex. This requires some collaboration beyond each man providing a necessary body part. Either angles are not Parker’s thing or Christian’s ass likes to make promises it can’t keep because nothing is going into the latter’s anal canal without some intervention.

Fortunately, this thing called lubricant exists and, with each man lending a hand, the penis in question is eventually assigned the correct trajectory and the sound of both men groaning lets us know that the eagle has, indeed, landed. Copious shots from below the cock and balls in question reveal that there’s more than a little bit of lube involved with this relationship. No secret is left untold, from the copious damp or soaking curls to the guiche piercing dripping God’s own weight in lube.

Having had enough with patience, Parker adds some body English to the mix, swaying his hips and sort of swirling his pelvis for additional impact. When he asks the bearer of the asshole how having a big dick inside of it feels, he’s greeted with a reply that could be considered non-responsive. It mostly consists of “Oh, fuck,” and “Fuck me.” Penetration is easier once Christian is on his back, plus we get more drippy under-ball shots.

Suddenly, Christian can no longer contain himself and shouts out a complete sentence. “It feels so fuckin’ good,” he bellows and growls, which only encourages Parker to climb onto the table for more fucking. Frankly, this looks precarious. They move into cowboy with some kisses and beautiful eye gazing. While it’s kind of late in the game in some ways, the visuals of the two men with their faces near one another during this segment are among some of the most beautiful. They almost made me forget that Christian wore holiday socks during the scene.

“I’m right there,” he proclaims, looking up at the man whose dick is about to cause him to make a mess. This motivates Parker to pick up the speed, which motivates Christian to get even louder. The visuals are once again graphic as fuck, which should motivate all kinds of people to jump ahead in the story and need a tissue, sock, or towel.

“Take it,” Parker orders unnecessarily. “Take that fucking dick, boy.” And with that, the foul-mouthed Top pulls out his dick, clutters up Christian’s asshole hair with cum, and then plunges himself back into the dark and hirsute depths in a decidedly Breed Me Raw kinda way.

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