Dillon Diaz Hits His Ball Out of the Park with Tyler Slater on Man Royale

Come Back to My Apartment and See My Memorabilia, Indeed!

How cliché is the whole “Come up to my apartment and see my etchings,” line? I don’t even know what an etching looks like, so I’m uncertain why I’d go to some stranger’s house to see one. On Man Royale, the enticement is a lot easier to understand. It’s baseball memorabilia that manages to lure a ball player with an “All Star Ass” into an equally luscious black man’s home.

Dillon Diaz sits on a blanket while a baseball game is played nearby. An errant ball rolls onto his blanket and when Tyler Slater comes to fetch it, Dillon agrees to return the ball if the blonde athlete will agree to visit him at his home and see his collection of baseball memorabilia. Game on!

What we’ll laughingly call “the ball game” consists of cute Tyler posing in a variety of creative positions with a variety of creative expressions. Whackably adorable but not really related to the sport beyond being a prop, which is fine because, as Dillon makes clear, this scene isn’t so much about baseball as it is about blending the so-called color lines and pissing off racist prudes wherever they may infest the landscape. Also: oral and anal sex.

Tyler is in awe of Dillon’s home when he arrives, and he’s eager to check out Dillon’s collection. The darker-skinned man wants his pale soon-to-be-conquest to check out his stuff, as well. Just not necessarily the same stuff. “Why don’t we get to know each other better first,” he suggests, following up with kisses and a firm shove of the boy onto a stylish wooden table.

“Wait! Wait! I’ve never done anything like this before,” Tyler gasps, speaking the words that so many gay men dream of hearing. Dillon assures him that he’s a great coach and returns to kissing him passionately.

The next gasp we hear probably lines up with our own when we realize that Dillon has suddenly destroyed the boy’s baseball jersey by tearing it off of him, then kneeling to slurp at the crotch of the increasingly disrobed youth. It is then that we learn Tyler is not wearing a cup. He is, instead, wearing a pair of green thong underwear. It’s not the underwear you’ll notice, though. It’s the amazing eye contact that Dillon beams up at Tyler.

There’s no eye contact once Tyler’s on his knees and Dillon is putting his heart and soul, as well as his tongue and lips, into eating the kid’s asshole. Both diner and meal gasp and pant with extreme pleasure, each deep in their desire. They move to somewhere more comfortable, a dark couch with a lounger section that allows them some room to roam and a wall mirror that allows us to see the action from multiple angles. This is where Tyler begins to show Dillon how motivated he is to see his collection of balls and trophies. “Suck my fuckin’ cock,” Dillon commands. “Swallow that shit,” he continues, fucking the ball player’s face with great success.

Once a condom is slipped on Dillon’s classically big, black cock, he’s ready to give Tyler’s virgin ass the ride of its life. He fucks the kid reverse, doggy, and missionary. All of them earn big-time moans, groans, heavy breaths, and copious profanity from all involved. Dillon raves about how great it feels to have his dick inside of Tyler’s butt and Tyler whispers something about Dillon being “so big.”

By the time Dillon has tapped that “All Star Ass” for nearly a half hour, he is sweaty. And I mean sweaty. If you thought his skin looked glorious before, it’s nothing compared to how it shines and glows with his perspiration. Although pale by any standard, Tyler’s belly looks even paler once covered in little spurts of his own creamy white cum.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. That’s fuckin’ beautiful, man,” observes an appreciative Dillon, who soon drops his own slowly descending white frosting onto Tyler’s pretty face. No telling whether the kid ever gets to see any baseball memorabilia, but there’s no question that Dillon hits a home run.

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