Let’s face it, the very idea of being picked up and carried around by a fireman is the fantasy of a whole legion of homosexuals – and for young Ron Negba, it’s a dream that’s about to come true at the start of this fabulous little set with our Icelandic dream-boy, Charlie Keller. Sure, the boy’s only attached to a nearby couch; but it’s surely enough to get any cock-lover’s heart racing, and needless to say, the handsome little blond is soon as putty in Keller’s powerful, virile hands. Barely a few seconds and our dark-haired Nordic warrior is able to reach into Negba’s pants so he can start devouring the young boy’s cock; before the tables are turned and it’s Negba who worships the rod of his hot, horny savior in return. It’s at this point that you’d be forgiven for wondering how the dynamics of this exciting escapade are about to develop, especially when Keller takes the opportunity to greedily fondle his companion’s magnificent rump; but if you think the boy from Reykjavic is about to dominate, think again. For director John Smith throws a total curveball at the last moment, Negba suddenly taking control of the encounter to plant his delicious uncut shaft between his hero’s buttocks. The result – albeit an eleventh-hour surprise! – is a spunktastic fuckfest that sees the ever-excitable Keller getting rammed in a whole range of positions; which ends up with him spitting for all he’s worth on his own belly. It’s all richly capped off by watching him furiously swallow his companion’s erupting shaft for a truly devastating facial!
