Bo Sinn is Electrifying in a Power Play Scene with a Suit on Men.com

It Takes a Working Man to Free the Animal in a Civilized Man.

My father was a high school custodian when he passed, so I have a lot of empathy for the well-named working class. In this Men.com scene, we get a bit of class revenge on a world that seems to reward men in suits more than men in dirty work clothes. However things work out in the so-called real world, in the world of porn, the working man has a chance at creating some sense of equity. In “High Voltage,” Bo Sinn plays an electrician who steps into his power long enough to give Rocky Vallarta exactly what the pretentious prick deserves.

Having said that, Rocky is innocently tapping away at his computer when the damn fluorescent light starts flickering again. It’s maddening and makes his meaningless fucking job even more difficult to survive. He calls to whoever handles these things within his company and asks them to call an electrician to make the agony return to a dull roar. He probably didn’t anticipate that the electrician in question would be Bo. But really, who can plan for Bo?

“What can I do for you, sir,” Bo asks before stomping onto the dapper-looking Rocky’s desk with his dirty workman’s boots. Instead of working on the flickering light, Bo looks down his nose at Rocky, who soon experiences a remarkable amount of fluid rushing into his face. That’s because that rapscallion Bo is pissing on him! A lot! While some men might leap to their feet and demand a duel, Rocky just closes his eyes, endures, and then grabs Bo’s exposed cock and begs, “Please! Put me out of my misery! I’m so fucking bored!”

And this is why I left the lucrative cube world for the vast adventures that present themselves in freelance.

Rocky launches himself toward Bo’s cock like a wild man, drooling all the fuck over the place with no care for the dry clean only instructions on his suit. He moves with an insane speed, spitting out wave after wave of saliva. Having face-fucked the hell out of Rocky… or been face-fucked the hell out by Rocky… Bo hops off of the desk and asks Rocky if he’s had enough.

“No. I want more.”

So, he gets more. Bo goes to his toolbox, not for the first or last time, and brings out some electro-stim toys. These are wired nipple clamps with a remote-control box and boy do they work! Bo tells Rocky to undress while he fiddles with the knobs and, lemme tell you, Rocky is motivated! Electrical toys are difficult to film well since their effect is invisible. Fortunately, Rocky makes up for that by having absolutely no poker face. If he feels it, he shows it. And he feels those jolts of electricity shooting through his petite nipples.

He's a trained professional, so you know that Bo can be trusted with delicate electronics like these. With that comfort, we can enjoy his enormous uncut cock jutting from his workman’s pants and into the eagerly awaiting mouth of Rocky, who is now on his desk facing up sucking and licking dick and balls while being filled with electricity at Bo’s whim. It’s easy to be tempted to pity Rocky, although I get the impression he’s having the time of his life. But when you see that he doesn’t have an actual office chair but, instead, a green Pilates ball, you will know that he deserves every drop of piss, every salty suck of cum, and every bang against his butt for having been so pretentious.

Bo’s toolbox is a playground of electrical appliances, and now he withdraws a toy sure to capture and maintain Rocky’s attention. If you thought the electrified nipple clamps were fun, you’re in for a treat with the electrical cock wrap toy. Our recently suit-wearing friend is certainly impressed, shouting out, “That’s so good! Give me more!”

And Bo gives him more.

Slut that he is, it’s not enough for Rocky, who proclaims, “Oh, you’re the best! Please fuck me!” This isn’t going to happen without some adjustment to his attitude, though, and thus we see him trained to call the humble electrician with the amazing assortment of tattoos “Sir,” which is pretty hot all by itself. He moves himself to the end of the desk and grabs onto the sides to steady himself while Bo goes to town on his ass with that epically proportioned schlong of his. Rocky moves progressively further and further off the table until he’s leaning against it in doggy. Then he’s pushed back onto the table and rolls into a kind of modified sidesaddle/spoon. Much grunting results.

The table, as one might imagine, is not an ideal place for homosexual fornications. Hell, it’s not like they were made for anybody fornicating. That’s what couches are for! And so, our dynamic due move to the couch for some vigorous and enthusiastic cowboy. Frankly, this is the kind of sex I look forward to watching because it feels genuine and visceral. It feels like these two people genuinely want to fuck.

For some reason understood only by Bo and Rocky, they return to the table for missionary, during which we see a trail of sweat work its way down Bo’s chest and belly. He’s doing the Lord’s work, though, because the businessman has what looks and sounds like a deeply emotional orgasm. His cum roils over his hands like a fountain, making them slick and shiny.

Bo is the personification of encouragement, continuing to thrust even while he cheers on his transcending bottom. Ultimately, he, too, is overcome with the need to purge his precious bodily fluids and they drain delightfully into Rocky’s asshole. Then, at his command, they drain delightfully out again, dripping loudly onto the table. I know it’s a cliché, but seriously, this is some “High Voltage” shit.

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