Four ways, like southern ice tea and the solos of Lester Young, are blessings from the heavens. Here at BSB we really don't care which god(s) you pray to, but sure like to help you call her name after some "alone time." :-) In service to the deities above, we presenta fourgy with Blake, Brandon, Max, and Sam. Our poor bed is too small for the cuteness assembled! All are new to the experience of quartet boot knocking. "How does it even happen in real life," Blake wonders. The sound you just heard were BSBmembers lining up, ready to show him how such treats can be arranged. Clothes are quickly shed, and Max's man pipe looks like it's ready for action. Sam's schlong gets the recognition it deserves. "Damn, Look at the size of that thing," Blake says as he points to Sam's spikebit. He wishes Max luck in whatever oral loving he plans on offering to Sam. Brandon thinks all this chitchat takes away from blow jobs. Therefore, he snuggles up to Blake and goes to town on his impressive sausage. It's easy to feel sorry for Max, his mouth stretched beyond the imaginable. However, when he lets some spit drop from his mouth and uses it to stroke Sam, you know the lanky fella' needs no sympathy. Brandon chokes occasionally because Blake makes his head down. We all know Brandon has a little submissive gene in him, and gets all pussy soaked when someone takes what he wants. "Fuck yeah. Just like that," Blake encourages. Blake takes a turn at Sam's swizzle stick. Good thing for Max because his eyes are wet from the work. The two boys alternate and Blake gives an informal lesson in the deep throat. Blake's amazing gullet needs some awards. As for Brandon, he keeps those succulent lips on Blake's rod. It's time for fucking. Was anyone surprised Brandon positioned himself on his hands and knees? Blake will enter first, and Max will keep up the man meat feeding. Brandon sounds so sexy when Blake works his dick in. Whimpering from the shock of the invasion and moaning from the enjoyment. He's supposed to be keeping his mouth on Max's maypole, but the feelings in his butt are making him forgetful. Max and Blake lean over and smooch over Brandon's back. Always good to kiss when sharing a party bottom. While Brandon's two holes are being filled, Sam is two fisting himself. Blake makes sure his fucking is diverse. Some strokes short and quick. Others long and slow. Soon enough, it's time to switch ends. Blake moves up front, and Brandon gets a taste of his own ass funk. Max prepares himself to enter what Blake just left. Brandon looks up at Blake, searching for a "thank you for fucking me" kiss. Unfortunately Blake doesn't deliver. He needs to work on picking up the signals. :-) Max is no mild lover. "Go balls deep or don't go at all" is his motto. Sam stands up, tired of being left alone, and offers his ramrod to his curly-topped partner. It's difficult for Max to fuck and suck at the same time. Blake takes command, his throat muscles straining from the pleasuring. Sam and Blake shoot almost at the same time. Their loads land on Brandon's arched back. Max is next and his jizz is sprayed on the top of the bottom's bottom. Brandon turns on his back, letting go with seven days worth of cum on his chest and stomach. Sort of poetic considering he was fucked into next week! Any suggestions for our next fourgy?

Lovers of size rejoice! Sam has returned. The king sized dick model is paired with Brandon. Don't
want to make any assumptions here, but Brandon must posses a magnitude enjoyment gene.
Remember his last scene when he lovingly tongued Carter's dick? Look at his eyes after he and
Sam get naked. They are transfixed on what Sam is packing. Not that anyone would blame
Brandon, but still (grin).

When asked Brandon puts that monster meat in his mouth. It's been said here before, and needs
to be repeated. Some guys get extra cute with their lips on dick. Brandon falls in that category.

Although he can't deep throat, Brandon gets as much as he can in his mouth, Sam's cock gets
incredibly bigger (something that must always concern the stud's partners, male or female).

Sam plays the ever gracious to and goes down on Brandon. Sam's tongue exertion has the desired
effect. Brandon is in heaven. He puts his hands on top of Sam's crown and pushes his hips up,
trying to get his entire banana down Sam's gullet. Alas, Sam doesn't take it all.

It's time for Brandon's ass to be treated like the main course it is. Our soon to be split open bottom
gets on his hands and knees. Somehow Sam works his tool into Brandon's tight little butt. Have to
give the bottom boy props. He cries. His entire body contracts from the assault.But he doesn't
petition for Sam to stop. Rather brave actually because Sam is putting everything he has into his
partner.

Brandon gets in an "easier" position, riding Sam into the sunset.He might have wanted to stay on
his hands and knees because in this new pose Brandon'sthighs quiver from the cramming. Sam's
unrelenting up strokes must be getting to Brandon because he puts his hand on Sam's stomach to
slow things down.

Brandon ends up on his back, legs spread apart, his hole stretched farther than anything he could
imagine. Sam deep drills. and Brandon gives the telltale clue of a bottom being pushed beyond the
limit. He puts a hand out, trying to keep the top from going too far (Sam doesn't pay any
attention). Brandon bites his lip, his facial expression a combo of agony and ecstasy.

Sam is merciful and pulls out so both can cum. He shoots first, his jizz pouring on Brandon's
stomach. When it's Brandon's turn, his orgasm is so intense he pulls his legs up and draws Sam
closer to him. Did Brandon want a kiss? The bottom's juice overfills his belly button.

Sam really savored Brandon's badonkadonk because he nuts a second time, a sure sign romantic
gesture. Have we discovered the BSB version of Streisand and Redford? :-)}

Today is a newbie-fest treat. Brandon Hart and Carter Blane take over our casting couch. Both
models performed flawlessly in their solo videos, and will give man-on-man a try. Neither will win
awards for talking too much (smile), but they are ready for the show.

"A little but, but excited too though," Carter says when asked by the cameraman if he's nervous.

Brandon helps Carter lose everything except underwear. Carter's candy cane stretches the boxer's
fabric. Brandon stares, transfixed by the size of his partner's cob. He shapes the fabric around
hammer. A taste must be had, so licks the boxers as if he's tasting a popsicle on a a summer day.

When told to stand up, Brandon gets on his knees and kisses the tip. The cameraman wants a
glimpse of Carter's backside. Remember how reticent he was about showing any hole in his solo?
Brandon turns Carter around, pulls down the undies, and we finally get a glimpses of Carter's tan
ass. Brandon sweetly tongues a cheek.

Brandon is a proud graduate of "blow jobs are meant to be enjoyed" school. He laps Carter's
sausage, gives the head tender kisses, and swirls his tongue up and down the mighty shaft. Even
when Carter sits back down, Brandon takes his time with the monster.

Brandon also likes a full man meal. He greedily gobbles Carter's dick, but gives his partner's
nipples attention. He languidly sucks one, looking briefly in Carter's face. Did he want a kiss?

He tries deep throating, but it's just too much dick for his sexy mouth. He looks up as if to
apologize, but Carter's eyes are closed. Oblivious to everything but the mouth on his meat.

Brandon quietly commands Carter to "stand up." The stud does with no questions asked. Brandon
returns to his knees. There's no doubt about Carter's excitement because his dick points straight to
the ceiling.

Brandon keeps up with his slow sucking, looking at Carter. He is so innocent, and sex starved,
when he stares into Carter's face.

Carter returns to the couch, this time on his back. He has to cum and Brandon jerks that big ol'
nasty thing. Aside from being hung like a Shetland pony, Carter is the quietest gushers in the BSB
stable. However, few can match him in liquid volume. When he shoots, his man goo blankets his
stomach and chest. It even fills his belly button.

Brandon takes a few tentative licks at the shaft. Although the scene is over, Brandon holds onto
Carter's spent johnson like he wants to play some more. Can you blame him?

Next time we see these two together, hopefully Brandon can slip out of those jeans. He is ready to
take a few more "lessons" (smile).

If you like your straight boys nervous, Brandon is your lad. When he talks it's hard to hear due to his mumbled whisper, and his laughs are all timid. Plus this is no chatty Cathy model. Keeps all his responses to monosyllables at best. He shouldn't be uneasy because he has the goods. Cute face, killer abs, and a backside that needs loving. Brandon says he's recently single. Straight girls? Is life so good you can give up on guys like this? After taking off his clothes, Brandon jumps on the bed. Notice his long limber legs? They would be so perfect pushed to his chest as.... Oh, wait. Sort of got lost there. He's uncut and starts stroking. It takes some time to get the blood flowing, so to speak, but soon enough he forgets the camera and has a good time.His dick is not ginormous, but does have some thickness and looks tasty. A user-friendly dick. As he fondles his flesh toy, Brandon reaches up and caresses his nipples. Wonder if his former girlfriend played with those tits. Hope so because those morsels need a good tasting. Brandon is no moaner, but does occasionally bite his lower lip. Looks even more adorable doing that. When asked to show his splendid ass, everything stops. Straight boys are so silly about gluteus maximus attention. For a moment it looks he'll run from the set. Instead there's a sheepish smile, and he shows the goods. Don't know why he's bashful. His ass is his best asset. The camera zooms into that virgin hole. Brandon gives another surprised look when asked to play with his tush. He does, but, unfortunately, doesn't stick a finger in the pucker. However, something must be right. At the start of the video, Brandon noted his uncomfortable level was a 9 out of 10. After some rear end play, it was an 8. Granted only one digit, but could it have considerably decreased if he had stuck in a middle digit? Soon it's cumming time, and goodness gracious! It just spews out of the lad. The load is so big he must have been saving it for weeks. Either that or his nervous level dipped real low. So what do you think? Should Brandon get a return ticket to see what else he's willing to do?