December 25, 2015 | Full Length Video : 21min 37sec

Happy holidays! Johnny and Joey wanted to deliver something extra special for you. This week and next, a two-part video of the HUNKS fondest memories, hottest moments, outtakes, new content, and what's to come. Johnny and Joey review the first six months of 2015 and their most memorable moments.

Behind the scenes secrets of their shoots with each other, Dylan James, Kayden Hollis, Danny Montero, and the other hot muscle HUNKS that joined them during the beginning of their 2015.

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1. Opening Up 32mn
Directed by: Foxtrot & Brian Fitzgibbons Though I’ve really enjoyed having my son Noah come live with me, there were a few bumps in the road at first. After his mother and I split up, Noah initially stayed with her. Over time, their relationship had become a little rocky, so after a family meeting, we all agreed that Noah would come and live with me for a while. In private, Noah’s mother had shared a concern that she felt his behavior was in decline. She explained that shortly after the divorce, more-and-more often the young man seemed to be testing boundaries. I knew this period of time had been difficult for Noah. He didn’t talk about it much and spent a lot of time alone in his room. Then once he made the transition to staying with me, I myself had some natural awkwardness because over time I had become accustomed to living alone. But as his father, I could see right away just what his mother had been talking about in terms of his acting out. One morning, I had just finished showering and was in the middle of shaving. Needless to say, I was stark naked. To my astonishment, Noah—without knocking or saying anything—opened the door, walked in nude as the day he was born, and started taking a shower. Normally, I might scold the boy for just barging into my private space—if I were really that annoyed. But I knew what was up. Noah was looking for a reaction and I was determined to rise above and not give him the satisfaction. And after Noah finished his shower, I couldn’t help but notice him eyeing me—or more specifically, my ass—as he casually brushed against me and out of the bathroom. The instances of Noah walking in on me while showering, or bursting into my bedroom unannounced increased over time, as well as a more serious and concerning behavior—sneaking around when I was not at home and getting into my private things. At this point, I confronted my son about the troubling behavior, but as usual, he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about. Recently, Noah had been getting into my home office while I was away at work. Usually, from what I could tell, he was rummaging through my things or using my computer. And he always insisted that he wasn’t doing what I knew he was doing. I had no choice but to get one of those spy cameras you see on TV to install in my bedroom so that I could catch the boy in the act. As I suspected, the contents of the recording had proven me right. Nothing in it surprised me... except for one thing. While viewing the tape recording, I witnessed Noah open up my “secret” drawer in the den. Normally, this drawer is locked, but somehow that little scamp found the key and God-only-knows how long he’d been getting into its contents. Now, I am not embarrassed or shy to admit that I have a rather large collection of sex toys. Since the divorce from Noah’s mother, I had been exploring my sexuality a little bit and had amassed quite a collection. I had certainly not advertised this to my son, of all people, but now that he knew, I could understand his curiosity. And the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. The truth is… as Noah continued to grow and mature, I found myself becoming more and more aware that my son was quite beautiful—a trait he got from his mother. Wild as it was, I couldn’t deny the growing awareness that I really, really wanted my son to want me. I wasn’t sure about how to proceed exactly, but more than anything else I wanted our relationship to evolve into a more mature, trusting one. I decided that I would simply talk to him like a man and explain the expectations for his behavior moving forward. I just wanted him to open up to me and be real. So I collected my thoughts and then called him into my room. Noah sat down next to me on my bed. After a few moments of the usual back and forth of me asking the right questions but getting the wrong answers, I finally disclosed to Noah what I’d seen on the camera. Now he couldn’t shrug and wiggle his way out of the conversation. In fact, the boy seemed genuinely worried that he’d really fucked up and that I was about to lay into him or something. However, that was not what I had in mind. Instead, to Noah’s great surprise, I simply asked him if he’d ever seen sex toys before. Then his eyes got wide and he blushed and looked away. I could tell that he hadn’t. But there was something else in the boy’s demeanor that intrigued me, so I went ahead and simply asked him if he might be interested in learning more about them. I would show him myself. Noah was floored. Particularly when I suddenly pulled the drawer of sex toys out and placed it between us on the bed. This was the moment of truth; I was literally laying it all out for him to process and digest. Then he would have to make a choice and proceed. Noah smiled sheepishly, but with excitement in his eyes. He was indeed curious and I honestly couldn’t believe my luck. The boy’s eyes were glued to the box of sex toys and I knew it was time to make the plunge. At first we started slow and played a little show-and-tell. I took out each type of toy and explained what it was. Noah would then follow up with different questions about how to use them and what all they could be used for. Turns out it was the rather large, curved vibrating dildo that really caught the boy’s attention. As he handled the flexible toy phallus, my heart rate began to rise…as well as a growing tent in my slacks. The way Noah began to lick his lips as I suggested that we try using it on him sent my inhibitions right out the window. There was no going back now; I could see that he truly wanted to move forward with this. So, I instructed my son to take his jeans off. This he did immediately and with no balk or hesitation. With a gentle nudge, I also instructed the boy to remove his shirt and underwear. I became aware that I was openly staring at his smooth, fit body and Noah definitely noticed this. He suddenly became a little nervous and shy, hiding his penis from me by bunching up his removed underwear and holding it over his crotch. I smiled at this unexpected bashfulness. It was a complete 180° turn from Noah’s usual brazenness around me. I moved off the bed and reached for a small bottle of lube from the nightstand, rolled up my sleeves, and motioned for the boy to lie back on the bed. For the better part of the next hour, Noah and I experimented with the different toys– at his pace and comfort level. He was enthralled by the varying shapes and sizes of the cock rings in particular. After Noah had tried on all of the different sizes, I casually asked if he was interested–and ready–to have me try to use one of the dildos on him. I could have died right there when Noah gulped and squeaked his reply. He clearly was nervous about being penetrated- but also extremely curious. I gently assured him that we would go slow. I have to admit, once my boy was lubed up properly and I began to insert the dildo into his virgin hole, I could have orgasmed in my slacks from the sight alone! The more of the toy I got worked into his extraordinarily tight anus, the more his penis began to stir and respond to the stimulation. As the afternoon continued on, Noah finally got to the point where he was more relaxed; he had begun to get used to my experienced ministrations. Eventually, Noah was rock-hard. As the size of the sex toys got bigger and bigger, his erection grew stronger and stronger. Soon, the boy’s shaft began to ooze a steady amount of precum, so I instructed him to stroke his cock as I inserted a very long, thick flesh-like toy inside of him. The combination of my massaging his prostate and Noah’s self-touch quickly caused the boy to cry out and shoot several thick ropes of semen onto his abs. I desperately wanted to tear my clothes off and make love to him, but somehow I kept my composure. Instead, I rose from the bed and handed a towel over to Noah so he could mop himself off. Boy, he really was a mess! He looked up at me with those gorgeous puppy dog eyes and seemed to wait for me to say or do something. I thought hard about it for a moment before giving him my reply. As Noah handed the now cum-soaked towel back to me, I instructed him to not go back into my office again without permission. On the surface, this command seemed like a warning, but the sultry tone of my voice subtly indicated that this was no warning at all, but an invitation...
2. Grading Papers 14mn
I suppose it's in the nature of a man to remember the exact moments when a choice branches his life in a different direction. That night I spent with Cole, my T.A.—that was one of those nights. That was one of those choices I bear the responsibility for. We were grading papers in my study. There was a silence between us, one that I didn't find particularly uncomfortable. I would occasionally look over to the boy—he's a jockish sort, toned for his age and youthful good looks—and see his focused expression honed in on the stack of papers in his hand. I would've never guessed there was anything else on his mind. It wasn't until he finished that I knew how heavy the silence had been. He stood up and walked over to me, presenting his stack of graded tests with a slightly quivering hand. Because I was seated and he was standing, I became aware of another thing that he presented to me; at my eye level, I could see the bulge of his tight suit trousers. He was tenting. even under all those layers. It must've ached. Cole reached out to me, tugging my sleeve between needy fingers. This was one of those life-altering moments where I chose poorly. He guided me to his crotch. I unzipped the fly, and allowed his hard cock to flop free. He was thick, far thicker than I expected the college freshman to be, and it was a struggle to fit it entirely into my mouth. But that didn't stop me, of course. It didn't stop me from buttoning my own slacks, either. Because I'm a good teacher. A great one, if you ask anyone who's ever met me. Clearly this blowjob was something my student needed, and I was more than happy to show Cole the proper form one should take when swallowing as big of a cock as his. And he was always such a good student. It wasn't long until Cole was down on his knees, trying desperately to swallow my dick whole. He looked so cute and innocent, kneeling before me with his head bowed. His eyes were fixed upon my cock, glazed with pleasure and concentration. We had long crossed the threshold of hesitance. We were now both fully committed to the act, and were aware of nothing else around us. I pushed Cole down against the leather stool. I could smell him, the scent of sweat and sex and excitement and youth. I guided my cock between his cheeks, and rubbed it against his hole, teasing him. He moaned—a soft little whimper that sent shivers through my body. I don't know if it's just because I had lusted after him for so long and didn't realize it, or if it was just a natural reaction to his body, but a certain madness overtook me. I fucked that boy with a speed and ferocity I had not given anyone or anything in a very, very long time. I pounded him into submission. I wanted to hear him cry out my name. I wanted to watch his eyes roll back and his hips jerk up against my thrusts. I wanted to make him mine. And it was that madness, and speed, and sweet tightness that his hole naturally secured my dick with that eventually sent me over the edge. I pulled out as I felt my release flush through my loins. With the vision of his perfect bubble butt and bare back splayed out in front of me, I jerked myself off till the constriction of my orgasm spewed all over him. I marked him with my seed, a veritable pollock painting of cum all across his broad backside. The come down from the orgasm was harsh. I had just fucked my teacher's aide, and I think we both knew it wasn't going to be the last time we'd do this. I fit into him entirely too well, and I wanted—needed—him again, and again. For as many papers as needed to be graded, for as many semesters as I could keep him within arm's length.
3. Close Study 25mn
Directed by: Foxtrot & Brian Fitzgibbons Work has kept dad busy lately. His students are lucky; imagine having a professor as sexy as Professor Snow! I’m lucky too—even in typical professor garb and glasses his shaved head and sharp features give him a powerful, masculine edge. I’m sure he’s given rise to any horny student’s “hot professor” fantasy. One late night on my way to get a glass of water, I stumbled upon him in his study. He wasn’t working at all, at least not on school work—he was stroking himself. I had been stealing looks at his bulge for years, and had seen his beast from around corners. It was impressive even when it was flaccid. But watching him here tonight, and seeing it in its full glory, fully engorged, was something else altogether. I was utterly mesmerized. I had to wonder what had made him so worked up. Was it just the stress from work? Who was he thinking of? Was it me? Was it a student? Suddenly though, he caught me. He snapped off something about boundaries, but made little attempt to hide his cock from me. It wobbled back and forth as he admonished me. I couldn’t just ignore it; I let him know that I was impressed. He was quick to cave. His boy might be pervy, but, well… so was he. I came in and sat beside him, his tree-trunk thighs framing his manhood beautifully. He told me I could touch it, and it’s good he gave me permission, because I needed to touch it. His thickness and weight felt amazing in my hand as I stroked it. A new need arose—I wanted to taste it. My mouth was going to taste my dad’s cock. But he knew I had never done that before. I was a bit meek about it. I know the general concept of a blowjob, of course, but when a beast of a cock is actually in front of you, it's different. Performance anxiety sets in. Sometimes, when you finally get what you want, you just don’t know what to do with it. But, I worked up the courage and I opened my lips. As if it was always meant to be, my dad’s cock was in my mouth. I couldn’t believe it! It was huge, and seemingly kept getting bigger and bigger in my mouth. It tasted amazing; it was salty and velvet. I choked a bit as I tried to get it as far down my throat as possible. For an absolute novice, I wasn’t doing bad, I thought, and Dad looked all too proud of me. To briefly relax my jaw—my dad was quite big, after all—I got undressed. As I did so, he stroked and watched intently. I could feel my nerves going crazy, but my lust was far more powerful. I went back to servicing Dad’s cock with my mouth. He caressed my arm tenderly; the mix of affection and animalistic lust was intoxicating. Dad moaned, and after some time, he looked me in the eye, and asked me to sit on it. I had no hesitation, and my nerves were long gone. I hopped right on to his lap, ready to have my cherry popped. His giant cock head popped right in, and I winced and whined a bit as I slowly slid down the rigid slab. But I was determined, and sooner than either of us could have fathomed, he was all the way in. I gyrated up and down, bringing the entirety of his flesh in and out of me. The ride got easier the longer I bounced. The chair squeaked as we picked up the pace. He told me he was close, and something about hearing that made me buck up and down even faster. It was like a switch was flipped inside me; my body just knew what to do. Eventually, he shot his load. I could feel his warmth within me, smearing my insides and marking me in a way I would never forget. My ass was covered in his cum, the last drops of his orgasm dripping from my cheeks and onto his thigh. I kissed him and jerked myself off, blowing my load all over my Dad’s chest. He scooped my load off his chest and tasted it. I suppose that meant my warmth was now in him, too.
4. No Holding Back 32mn
Directed by: Foxtrot & Brian Fitzgibbons Ever since my son Noah started living with me, I’ve become fond of early mornings. By the time that I’m up, showered, and ready to head to work, Noah is still in his bedroom fast asleep. Interestingly enough, the boy never sets an alarm anymore. So then, by the time I’m ready to go and Noah needs to rise and get ready for school, he’s still in bed. It’s become routine these days for me to knock on his door and insist that he wake up and get going. If I’m being honest, though, I think I love this new routine of ours. I know I’m biased, but I do believe that Noah is the most adorable boy I’ve ever known, but he is especially cute when he sleeps. When I call his name to wake him, the boy makes the most alluring noises as he struggles against waking and stubbornly tries to go back to sleep. I always smile and gently insist that he resist the urge to fall back into sweet dreams. However, my verbal attempts never seem to do the trick, so I enter Noah’s room, sit on the bed next to him, and try to temperately shake him fully awake. The sweet-faced little scamp just moans, and protests—but honestly, the light moaning and sighing just end up turning me on. And I can see that my presence and touch turns him on, too. I see it by the sizable tent that always arises during our morning exchanges. Inevitably, the boy implores me to stay home from work and be with him. However, as much as I wish I could, missing work is not an option. But, Noah’s incessant charm and our touching of one another’s bodies, I really have no choice but to cave to the boy’s desires… I can be a few minutes late to work, right? I remove his sleeping clothes. As I undress him—and myself—his gorgeous blue eyes and adoring smile shine on me. The sight instantly gets my cock as hard as the boy’s bedpost every single time. As my young twink turns over so I can have access to his beautiful, engorged boy boner, he comes fully awake. I swallow the tender morning treat whole and down my throat. I love the sounds we make as we both relish in one another’s sex. I just can’t keep my hands off my son’s spectacular little body as my tongue works up and down Noah’s morning wood. As a notable amount of precum oozes out of my son’s swollen penis head and the sugary nectar slid over my tongue, I could definitely tell he’d cum soon if we didn’t trade positions. The way his body twists in synchronicity with mine, it seems he feels the same. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly Noah has learned to give brilliant and adept blowjobs. And I’ll just say it plainly—my cock is pretty much as long and big around as my forearm- which is saying a lot, honestly, since I work out at the gym five days a week. Still, my son can really fit that sucker into his mouth! As usual, I roar my approval, lean over and firmly squeeze my boy’s thick, baby-smooth buttocks. My happy little twink loudly moans his own approval despite taking my extra-large meat impossibly deep into his mouth and throat. After squeezing and touching and fondling Noah’s stunning body and ass, I am quick to realize that I need to fuck him. But, as much as I desperately want to power-fuck him, I am also quick to remember that the boy had only taken my cock inside of him just a few nights ago. I still don’t really know if I was his first or not. Either way, I have difficulty figuring out the geometry of how his tiny little anus could handle my erection. However, the sight of my heavenly boy’s face, my goodness, washes my fears away. Noah is so sweet and sensuous as he dearly begs me to go slow. He knows as well as I how badly I need to make the bed shake with him. Sweat begins to form on both of our brows as the effort Noah took to allow my cock to fully enter him. The patience and diligence it took for me not to just plow him with wild abandon pushed us both to our limits. Finally, Noah directs his warm, worshiping gaze deep into my eyes. He moans, nods eagerly, and gives me the go ahead. Now, inevitably, inescapably, there would be no holding back what our bodies want…
5. Meeting the Assistant 81mn
Directed by: Foxtrot & Brian Fitzgibbons On a late Tuesday afternoon, Professor Snow and his teaching assistant Cole were left with far too many test papers to grade. The professor suggested to his young assistant that they work together at his home office, as this would offer them more quiet privacy. Just as they were getting immersed in their work, Adam’s precocious son Noah popped his head into the study. Almost immediately, the boy’s wide, bright smile transitioned to a shy, uncertain one. He hadn’t realized there was another boy in the room with his father. Cole looked up from his papers and smiled politely while the professor greeted his son. Professor Snow asked about the status of the boy’s homework. As he did, he glanced in Cole’s direction, and noticed a curious look on his face, as if his assistant were studying him and his son’s dynamics. Cole had never formally met Noah before, so he naturally couldn’t say anything with certainty about his hunches. However, based on the sly, hungry eyes of the blonde scamp, and the twitch in the Professor’s pants upon the boy’s entrance, Cole theorized that something was going on between the father and son—a bond most scandalous, perhaps. Professor Snow, for his part, could tell right away that his son was horny as hell. And there sat Cole, part-time T.A. and part-time lover, watching their every move. The professor wondered what Cole must be thinking, and whether he noticed the rapidly growing bulge pressing against the hot daddy’s form-fitting slacks. Suddenly, with nervous, anxious compulsion, Noah reached out and gently tweaked the lump in his father’s trousers. Professor Snow, somehow, remained composed. He gently nudged the boy’s hand away from his crotch and subtly shook his head. Noah blushed and stifled a grin, then quickly readjusted and took the silent cue from his father that he should exit the room. Cole, for his part, was torn. Not too long ago, Professor Snow had abruptly announced his decision that their personal relationship be put on pause for a while. At first, Cole was very confused by this turn of events. His feelings had been getting stronger by the day, and he was certain that the professor felt the same way. The love-struck T.A. had been more than unhappy about the idea of their spending less time together. But now, Cole had figured out the exact reason that the Professor had put their relationship on pause—he was clearly fooling around with his son Noah. It slowly dawned on Adam what sort of dilemma he was in. He loved both Noah and Cole, but he also wanted to protect Noah, as he was the only man that the boy had ever been with before. Noah was clearly still learning and growing as a sexual being. Professor Snow wasn’t completely disillusioned, but he couldn’t help but want to ease Noah into the complicated world of sex, dating and relationships. Perhaps the elder, more wize man was being a bit protective, but he couldn’t help that. Additionally, he couldn’t deny the fact that Cole wasn’t about to cool down his own desires, and that the assistant might not understand and/or be okay with the idea of the Professor being sexual with Noah. After several moments of awkward silence and pretending to look over test papers, Cole finally spoke up. The T.A. had, by this point, chewed on the end of his pen and was getting more and more red in the face as the excruciating silence persisted. Cole cleared his thickening throat and quietly asked Professor Snow if Noah was aware of their having been together. Snow shook his head and explained that Noah was not aware, but that fact was intentional. The protective father wasn’t certain that the boy, in his youthful, naive perspective, would understand the various complexities of gay male relationships. Professor Snow asked for his assistant, with quiet pleading, to keep the sexual nature of his and Noah’s relationship to himself. Cole twirled his pen with his suddenly trembling fingers and segued into a confession: Cole missed being with him. Professor Snow was a brilliant man. Students and faculty alike were consistently coming to him for various sorts of insight, information, and from time to time, advice. After Cole disclosed his feelings, Professor Snow had no idea how to respond. He thought hard for a moment and then asked his one-time lover: what would he have him do? The ornery twink T.A. leaned closer to Professor Snow and offered up a bright idea: how about they have a little fun together? The three of them. Naked. The Professor was pretty sure he’d never gotten rock hard so quickly in his life. Just the thought alone got him hot. Cole and Noah both at the same time? Fuck. Yeah. When he thought about it further still, Professor Snow was confident he could guide his boy successfully through this unexpected, smoking-hot turn of events. This was an opportunity. He called for his son to come back into the room. Within seconds, Noah returned. He glanced around the room, around at the older faces, trying to discern their meaning. The Professor smiled and pulled Noah gently over and kissed him on the lips. Naturally, Noah was awfully confused and unsure as to what to do next. In that precious moment, Professor Snow locked eyes with Noah and assured him that what they were doing was okay with everyone in the room. Noah emitted a nervous giggle. He glanced over again at the tall, gorgeous student who had gone from careful observer to clearly turned-on voyeur. Then the Professor walked over to where Cole was standing and pulled the tall T.A. into his arms. They began making out. Noah, just a few feet away, was floored; he’d never seen his father kiss another guy. Young Noah wasn’t exactly sure how he felt in that moment; his mind raced with near-disbelief. Despite that, he was pretty sure that his dick was about to burst through his pants. In the next moment, before Noah even knew what was happening, Cole boldly approached the boy and kissed him. Noah felt his father behind him, and suddenly, he was sandwiched by warmth, masculinity, and passion. Noah had never kissed a guy that wasn’t his father. The boy loved Cole’s firm, smooth, athletic build as he gingerly explored the older boy’s body over clothes. Noah looked back at his father, suddenly unsure if what he was doing was okay. Professor Snow winked at him. The older man sat back down in his chair, and with excited eyes, silently encouraged Noah and Cole to keep going. As Professor Snow began removing his clothing, he keenly watched as his son and his T.A. fooled around. Noah’s face was the cutest, sexiest thing either Cole or the beaming Professor had ever seen. The blonde cutie’s carnal awakening was all anyone needed to witness in order to understand that the boy was growing up fast. The sexual experience was certainly not the only thing growing! Cole was at full-mast, and had been since the boy re-entered the room. Professor Snow’s fingers trembled with the sweetest anticipation as he unbuttoned his shirt and pants. Soon enough, all three were naked and in one another’s arms—kissing, touching, exploring, tasting, cocks throbbing in unison. Noah handled all of this new, intense stimulation like a champ. Professor Snow was so proud of his son, easing so quickly and organically into the overwhelmingly erotic situation. Hours and hours passed that afternoon and into the evening as Cole and Professor Snow, with expert care and attention, initiated Noah into his first threesome. And if you asked each participant as to what their personal favorite moments that day were, this is what they would say: Professor Snow was tickled beyond belief at how things quickly evolved that afternoon. Not just with his son’s continued sexual awakening and experience, but also with the fact that the gods found a way to make it possible for him to reunite with Cole and continue his relationship with Noah. As the ravenous Professor sucked on Cole’s cock immediately after the T.A. had fucked Noah’s ass, Professor Snow simultaneously drilled his son’s now well-fucked, gorgeous bottom. And the cumshot… Well, with the power that thick blast had behind it, it was something that his boys will be thinking about for a very, very long time. Cole was in sheer body-rocking delight over the entire experience. But what really stood out for him was the moment when he penetrated Noah’s tiny, dime-sized hole to full capacity. The boy took his cock all the way to the hilt. The T.A. couldn’t help but admire the amazement in Noah’s eyes when he watched his father fuck him. Noah, for his part, was a big fan of the spit-roast experience. If the youngster was being perfectly honest, he would admit that he’d never considered two dicks in his body before. With it now in his mind and memories, he’d dream of it for many nights to come. He loved the unexpected sensations and flavors of the older boy's cock sliding up and down his tongue. Also, getting power-fucked on his back by his dad, then taking, squeezing, milking out the load he constantly craved while Cole watched and beat off was simply wild. One thing none of them remembered, however, was the papers are not yet graded.
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