Smooth Jocks Bradley Cox and Oscar Roberts Score Big on Hard Brit Lads

These Lads are Athletes On and Off the Field.

Looking for bad boy rugby players with lots of ink and scars and muscles and attitude? That would be another clip then, because this one features two melt-in-your-mouth yummy jocks with slender, gently muscled physiques; no real body hair; and a penchant for sodomy. They are, in three words, Hard Brit Lads. And the lads in question are “Bradley Cox and Oscar Roberts.”

There’s no pretense to a plot. Heck, I don’t even know what kind of sport these two cuties are supposed to play. I assume it’s soccer or cricket or some such because it sure ain’t American football. They stand in a living room groping each other’s cock through their shiny sports shorts and generally making out, with special attention to the nipples.

We haven’t seen the whole Magilla yet, but it looks like Oscar Roberts is packing a little extra magic in his shorts. This is not to say that Bradley Cox is lacking in the genital department, but if I had to bet which one takes more lube before it slips into a tight space, I’d go with Oscar. Ironically, it’s the more wholesome and collegiate-looking Bradley who winds up slipping his dick into the more hung Oscar’s ass.

But before the anal sodomy comes the oral sodomy. We’re not savages, after all. We have an order to these things. Bradley gallantly kneels to suck Oscar, proving that he can handle a good-sized schlong with grace and dignity. Even better, he can make Oscar moan. A lot. It’s such a positive experience, in fact, that they eventually swap positions, with Oscar proving to be no slacker when it comes to inhaling Bradley’s man member.

Having mutually assured one another of their oral skills in the standing and kneeling position, Oscar takes a seat on the couch while Bradley returns his mouth to the monster his friend calls a penis. Then, in a beautifully smooth movement, Oscar becomes the sucker and Bradley the suckee. This allows things to progress naturally to include asshole stroking and fingering. Oscar’s, in case I wasn’t clear. And boy does he like it, breathing heavily. It’s a good thing he does like it because he gets more than a finger up his butt once he’s standing again, this time learning against the arm of the couch.

Once he’s got a condom slipped on his uncut cock, Bradley is all business, assuming his business is fucking Oscar in the butt, which it is. There are copious minutes of shots from underneath, which are pretty hot. Then, for some reason so one can probably explain to me in language I can understand, they move their fornications to the floor, where I think (hope) there is a sheet-cover foam pad.

First Oscar rides him reverse, receiving a reach-around from him, which is a lovely courtesy. This leads to missionary, and you know what that means: ejaculations on the horizon! Weirdly enough, Bradley never looks entirely happy with what he’s doing, although he makes noises like he is. Maybe it’s just his resting annoyed face but it stands in stark contrast to Oscar’s joyful and utterly immersed expressions.

As Bradley grimly rams himself repeatedly into Oscar’s asshole, the latter announces that he’s about to cum. The creamy white stuff emerges slowly, rolling out in a liquid, pooling on and around his navel. Then he spurts a solid stream up his body before adding more to his pool of jizz. This means that Bradley is the last of the Hard Brit Lads to drop his load. He removes his condom and aims for his bottom’s balls and pubes, which is a strange sentence to write. But it’s what happens and, really, isn’t the world a better place for it?

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