Editor's Note:  This is the third in a series by Pantheon model Kegan Daniels all about his recent foray into the world of porn. This installment is all about his fisting scene with Karl Williams from our hot leather movie, Abandon: Hardcore Director's Cut, available at www.Pantheonmen.com. You can also watch this hot scene right now on Hotoldermale.com. See more hot pictures from the scene here.

Picture it:  Upstairs, Mr. S Leather in San Francisco – a combination playspace/studio, 15 foot ceilings lined with riggings, support beams and tract for lighting.  The room has a polished cement floor.  In the far right corner is a four-post metal bed, queen size with a rubber sheet covering the mattress.  The four posts go up to a metal canopy with 1 inch metal poles crossing the top like a set of monkey bars.

To the left of the bed is a chair.  I’m 6’6”.  There aren’t many pieces of equipment constructed with my size in consideration.  When Karl Williams and Chris Roma strung me up to start the scene – not only could they stretch me taut, but there were still more rungs above that!  We’re talking some SERIOUS play equipment!  People don’t just “pretend” in this space.  They’re the real deal!

I am bound and exposed, eyeing hot Daddy Karl Williams.  He comes over and gives me a good rubdown.  It’s electric, my body flinching and breath gasping at every touch.

He finds his way down to my crotch and damn am I hard as he pulls my dick out of its leather encasement and starts sucking.  (I’ve seen the preview and the image of Karl pulling off of my dick has burned itself into my memory bank!)

Next thing I know, we’re on the bed.  It’s my turn to return the favor!

To say that I love to suck cock is an understatement.  I aspire towards “Liquid Velvet”.  It’s the feeling I emulate as I engulf a man’s cock with my throat and Karl is on the receiving end of my worship.  In fact, it feels so good to have his dick in my mouth that I suck his balls in there at the same time, tonguing over the entire package.  HOT!

(Here’s a tip – never say, “That feels fabulous!” in the throes of passion.  Your cocksucker may very well choke on your dick in laughter!)

You’ll have to forgive me if my details start to become a little out of sequence or if I miss parts of the action.   By this point we are a blur of flesh and crackling energy. Karl fucks me in positions that I don’t think I’ve ever been in before, looking like some sort of human pretzel.  There is so much good footage that Chris and Walt decide to keep the final edit at just under an hour long!  That’s a lot of fucking!

We creamed our pants while filming this hot movie so check out and enjoy the sneak peak of Lobo's Bear Gang Bang now available at Pantheonmen.com.

Woof, dammit, woof.

I suppose like a lot of guys, the iron bug bit me in high school. I started lifting as a means of getting bigger for football. Many an hour was logged in the weight room in the quest for strength and size. Even while trying to stay focused during all those hours and all that hard work, it was hard not to develop a fine appreciation for the male physique in all the various shapes and forms that were on display in that sweaty, musky chamber on a daily basis.

My grades didn't qualify me for college, but my competitive nature wouldn't let me sit still. So, after dabbling in bodybuilding for a few years, I settled on power lifting and racked up enough trophies to fill two wall cases. Now closing in on thirty years since high school, my joints have forced me to retire from the contest arena, but I still keep active with regular workouts at Jake's Gym, an old school facility located in the rear of a building with the only access by way of an intimidating dead-end alley. The weights, benches and racks have a slightly rusted hue from the perpetual Pittsburgh humidity, and plenty of dents from the years of brutal and constant use.

As for the owner, Jake, I suppose he's a lot like his gym, a little beat up but at his core, all power. At six foot two, with a salt and pepper beard, bald on top, and muscle upon muscle from years of experience in the iron game, he can be an imposing figure. About five years my senior, Jake has become a trusted confidant and mentor. And to me, he's without a doubt the sexiest man alive. Hardly a night goes by that I don't jack myself to sleep fantasizing about him and waking up with stained sheets. When I'm not at work, I try to spend as much of my free time in the gym, watching his every move out of the corner of my eye. If I could live there, I'd gladly take up residence just to be closer to him. Now, before you go thinking that I'm some sort of stalker, let me relate what happened last Friday night.

I had just finished an all-out balls-to-the-wall workout, looking forward to the upcoming weekend. Jake and I were the only ones left, and after locking up, he began to clean and straighten while I headed downstairs to shower up. Jake had converted a bathroom into a makeshift locker room with a fiberglass shower stall, a few chairs and a used bank of lockers that he had bought from an area high school that had recently upgraded its facilities.

The water was nice and warm as it massaged my aching muscles, relieving the soreness from my iron session. I had just rinsed the soap off when I heard Jake's voice yell out. "Rich, I need you! Right now!"

Startled by the tone in his voice, which was different from the way he yelled during workouts, I quickly turned off the water and debated for a second whether I should try to dress before responding to his cry for help. Instead, I wrapped a towel around my waist and ascended the stairs in my bare feet.

The room was all but dark except for the single row of lights that were left on at night for security purposes. At first I didn't see him when I called out. "Jake, where are you? What's wrong?"

"I need some lovin', that's what's wrong."

I turned to see him standing in the recess of the room that was hidden from the window. Almost spotlighted from the ceiling lamp above, Jake stood totally naked except for the leather boots that he worked out in. His thick chest hair thinned out as it descended toward a patch of pubic hair that surrounded a currently soft but thick and long cock that hung slightly to one side.

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