Ring Of Fire

Evan Matthews hits the floor hard and fast. A twelve-inch dildo vanishes into his hole while his palm presses the thick outline bulging across his belly. Two minutes in, and the toy is already gone. One toy after another follows, each bigger, thicker, deeper, until his hand disappears inside. The fist rocks in, wrist twisting, and something obscene pushes out—the fattest, reddest rosebud the camera has ever caught. He wears nothing but a stretched jockstrap, the pouch already soaked with sweat and lube. Every muscle flexes, every vein stands out. He self-fists until the screen pulses. Shot in 2010, Ring of Fire burns.