Marcelo Leandro and Mr. Brioo

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September 10, 2025 | Full Length Video : 19min 7sec

Behind the endless open windows of research and data collection, was Manarola. The cliffside village in the Cinque Terre, where narrow houses grew out of the rock and blossomed into colorful residences before a sunset of peach and lavender. Work had been insane for weeks as even more projects landed on his desk to complete while everyone else was out enjoying their summers. He had been so busy the last month, he hadn’t thought about the gym or ass. But it was finally his turn. Once he submitted his final project, he shut down his laptop, packed it into his travel bag and left the office for three weeks of self-indulgence.

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Work was a distant memory as he deplaned in Pisa. Mr. Brioo grabbed an espresso before making his way to the IC train for his coastal trip to Manarola. On the platform, he saw the most beautiful man, tattooed caramel skin, buzz cut and scruffy beard - his favorite. For the first time in weeks, he felt his uncut best friend start to stiffen in his jeans as he thought what this man’s hole would feel like with his cock buried inside of it. His fantasy was interrupted when the train pulled into the station. As the crowd of passengers started to board the train, he lost sight of the man. Disappointed, Mr. Brioo found his seat but couldn’t stop thinking about Mr. Right Now, and when the train pulled out of the station, his mind (and his cock) were filled with thoughts of what a month’s worth of cum would look like when he pulled out of this mystery man.

It was mid-afternoon when Brioo checked into his hotel room. He pulled on his favorite white speedo and headed to the water. It was packed. He finally found a spot where he could lay his towel down. He laid on his back and repositioned his cock in the pouch, showcasing the meaty hairy treasure hidden inside. He felt the heat of the sun find its way through the forest of chest hair and permeate his skin. He sighed and closed his eyes.

When he woke, he was ravenous. Freshly showered, he made his way to the small restaurant he passed while finding his hotel earlier today. He was able to sit on the balcony overlooking the Ligurian Sea. For a split second, he thought he was staring at his computer, but the image from his desktop was happening in real life. He slowly ate dinner while quietly enjoying the sunset. Moments later, Mr. Brioo felt a tap on his shoulder. Thinking it was his server, he was surprised by the masculine voice that said, “um, hi!” He looked up and his mouth fell open. In front of him was the very man from the platform he had been fantasizing about all day long.

“How did you….? Where did you…..?”

The man spoke again, “My name is Marcelo. I saw you staring at me earlier while waiting for the train and when I saw you again, I knew I had to take the chance to introduce myself.”

Brioo didn’t say a word. Instead, he stood, took hold of Marcelo’s hand and quickly left the restaurant. As soon as he unlocked his hotel door, Mr. Brioo pushed Marcelo against the wall, looked into his eyes and began kissing him. Stumbling towards the bed, the pair fell backwards.

Their lips never part as they begin to undress. Running his hands down the carpet of hair on Brioo’s chest, Marcelo lands at his uncut cock. Marcelo takes it into his mouth and flicks his tongue under the silken foreskin, causing Brioo’s body to spasm and jerk with pleasure.

Brioo begins to prep Marcelo’s bonus hole with his beard-covered mouth. His lips part the entrance allowing his tongue to explore the inner crevice, while coating it with an abundance of oral lubricant. The weeks of denial have created a sex fiend. Brioo’s cock is in control, and it needs to fuck. He aims his hooded member at the hole and pushes in until his shaven balls rest against Marcelo’s taint. He pounds his cock in and out of Marcelo, who cannot stop moaning in excitement.

Marcelo climbs on top and sinks his tattoo covered cheeks down the slippery pole. He clinches tightly onto Brioo’s rod as he pounces up and down. While Brioo gets closer to release, he positions Marcelo onto his hands and knees and uses his hole to jerk his cock. His animal instincts take over; he thrusts his cock harder and deeper than he has before. With one final push, he unleashes the four-week load deep inside the accepting hole.

Laying against the headboard, Mr. Brioo catches his breath as he admires the sight of his cum dripping out of the freshly fucked opening in front of him. The thick load creating a river of white as it leaks onto the bedding. It was exactly as he had fantasized while on the train earlier in the day. He wondered what the hole would look after three weeks of being pounded out like that. If Marcelo’s down for it, he is more than willing to find out.