Bear Films Goes Primal When Inked Marc Angelo Fucks Hairy Atlas Grant

What’s For Dinner? Ass and Hole!

You can practically smell the manliness when this 16-minute Bear Films treat begins. Before we even know “Marc Angelo and Atlas Grant” are the hunky muscle bears in the bright yellow hunky muscle car with the driving manly musical beat accompanying it, the smell of bear funk permeates the upscale garage the automobile pulls into and parks.

But wow is it a beautiful moment when those two daddies emerge from the vehicle, each wearing a leather chest harness and a lot of machismos. Atlas Grant is the passenger, which pretty much says it all. When he and Marc Angelo walk around to the front of the come-fuck-me-car, his harness is quickly grabbed and his face, lips, and tongue are kissed and licked.

Making out in the garage is hot, but when there’s a perfectly good kitchen table with atmospheric dark blue curtain walls, it doesn’t make sense as a long-term location. Once indoors, the duo chews on and nuzzles one another in a display of fierce affection and primal desire. It doesn’t get more civilized when the leather jockstrap-wearing Atlas climbs onto the beautiful dining room table and presents his ass for inspection. As is tradition, those hairy globes are slapped and their crack investigated while Marc wraps a hand around Atlas’ throat. In time, he grabs onto the back of Atlas’ harness and chows down on his furry flanks.

After about two and a half minutes, the pulsing soundtrack fades and is replaced by the sound of Atlas moaning and swearing as his hole is thumbed. A quick edit finds Marc kneeling in front of Atlas, but not in submission. His cock needs sucking and Atlas has the perfect mouth for it. Much swearing, encouragement, and general oral sodomy occur until Marc straddles a totally supine Atlas, who lays facing the table completely confusing me about whether he’s having a good time or would rather be audited by the IRS. After all, he whimpers, emits loud noises of possible distress, bites his hand, and hides his head in the crook of his elbow. How to read that?

As the potentially distressed bottom covers his own mouth and shouts “Oh, fuck,” Marc pumps away with a series of carnal push-ups, wearing nothing but his boots and a killer attitude. Underneath him, Atlas writhes, moans, and swears until the heavily tattooed Top dismounts and feeds him more cock. Marc obviously loves the oral attention, but he’s determined to get his dick back in Atlas’ tight hole, so it’s on his back the hairy man goes.

With his jock removed and his ass pulled closer to the end of the table, Atlas is easier to both suck and fuck. The former meets with strong approval and the latter results in loud sounds I’m not sure how to interpret. Sex sounds are weird that way. Atlas’ breathing becomes increasingly heavy, his hands fly to his face, he plays with his nipples, balls up his fists, and he calls Marc “Sir.”

Having tired of the table, however beautiful it may be, the fornicating couple finds themselves on a spanking bench with side kneelers doing the Lord’s work with their genitals and anus. “Open up,” Marc urges Atlas, who faps wildly while he has cock up his butt. We can see how open he is during brightly lit underball footage that shows him reaching back to grope for his junk. After more loud moans and profanities, it’s time for a wee bit more missionary on the edge of the table. (Remember the table?)

This long sought-after-by-the-performers coupling ends with “Marc Angelo and Atlas Grant” jacking each other off. Marc takes ultimate control of both their dicks, then dumps a creamy load onto Atlas’ erection. Next, it’s Atlas’ turn to relieve some pelvic stress. Then, out of nowhere, Atlas laughs. It’s the first time he’s sounded unquestionably happy. Things end on a tender note, with the two exchanging kisses and Marc cradling Atlas in his strong, muscular arms.

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