Ah, the look of a man! A chiseled stone-hard chest, bronzed with a savage tan; a rock-hard rippled stomach with fine hairs streaming from a crescent of a navel into the hidden recesses of a pair of Calvins. Not enough? Then try another one! Taut, muscular legs curving upwards to a smooth, round ass, ripe and ready for a tortuous bout of manfucking; plus a stiff dick jutting far into the air looking for action. Next, throw in a third man: dark, deep-set eyes that will make you hard with a stare; full and sensuous lips waiting to be separated by a thick dick; facial features than would make any Greek god jealous. Now combine all three men into a naked mass of gleaming bodies, cocks probing moist assholes, wet mouths wrapped around thick dicks, heads thrown back in expressions of utmost passionate mansex. Put them all together ...now that is The Look of a Man!
The time is the 1950's. The place is Los Angeles. Muscle men are all the rage, and so are the tiny Posing Straps they don for horny photographers and adoring fans. Only Chi Chi LaRue could take you back to those not so innocent days of hunk magazines, rock 'n' roll and bad boys of the best kind.
