

Mack Kurtis stares down the lens with the coiled hunger of a man who has been waiting too long for rough hands. Seven scenes on Fisting Gay, two in Powerfist, two in Powerhole, two in Powersurge and one in Fist for Hire, leave no doubt he exists to be opened and used. He takes big cocks down his throat, rims until spit runs, and spreads for fists that sink past the second knuckle. Hair mats his chest while his own shaft twitches untouched. Sometimes it is one man working him, sometimes the whole crew circling, every hole and stroke captured in Chris Ward’s merciless close-ups. The tension never lets up.

Mack Kurtis stares down the lens with the coiled hunger of a man who has been waiting too long for rough hands. Seven scenes on Fisting Gay, two in Powerfist, two in Powerhole, two in Powersurge and one in Fist for Hire, leave no doubt he exists to be opened and used. He takes big cocks down his throat, rims until spit runs, and spreads for fists that sink past the second knuckle. Hair mats his chest while his own shaft twitches untouched. Sometimes it is one man working him, sometimes the whole crew circling, every hole and stroke captured in Chris Ward’s merciless close-ups. The tension never lets up.