Race Cooper says, “I’ve done anything [sexually] under the sun except for this” as this stud unbuttons the fly of his jeans to get ready. A tray of surgical iron instruments and a tub of lube lie on the table nearby; the camera rolls over the glinting metal, then transfers its attention to Race’s torso: ridged with muscle, satin-smooth and the color of dark cacao. He works up a hardon before greasing the cock that is going to render him a sounding virgin-no-more. Race is gentle with himself, but for those who, like him, have never tried this before, this stud offers a running commentary of what he’s feeling as this guy slides the skinny sound in and out of his urethra: “Getting fisted inside your rod.” “It feels like I’m cumming but I am not.” “That was my prostate.” Before this guy finishes, Race switches to a sound with ridged edges, then gives in to a screaming orgasm that probably brought everyone within earshot running.