This BSB installment stars Paul Cannon and Graham Brady. They are on the bed,
teasing you toe lovers by wiggling their little piggies. When asked about the plot of today’s
script, Graham offers a playful answer.
“Play patty cake,” he says.
“Is that what they are calling these days,’ the cameraman asks.
“It’s a New Age term,” Paul offers.
Patty cake really means Graham will play top to Paul’s bottom.
“You look so good when you’re getting fucked,” the cameraman notes to Paul. “I’m glad you’re still
broke.”
“Not after this trip,”Paul observes.
The two models strip and giggle over something. Once the laughing is done Paul grab’s Graham’s
face and places a wet kiss on his lips. Graham returns the passion.
“That was a good start,” the cameraman observes (anyone want to disagree?).
“I figured you would think that,” Paul replies.
Paul takes Graham to the other side of the bed, and pushes him on his knees. Immediately Graham puts that thick tool in his wet mouth. Paul guides him with his hand, making certain the skinny lad gets as much meat as possible in his mouth.
Graham looks at Paul as he sucks away, those eyes getting wet from the work. With no notice, Paul
pushes Graham against the wall. Paul gets on his knees and blows Graham. He takes the entire
sausage in his mouth.
“Damn,” Graham whispers in appreciation.
Paul’s pole sticks straight out as he pleasures his scene partner. He chokes and slurps up and down
that hot dog. He stands up and gives Graham another romantic smooch. Paul returns to the bed, but this time he gets on his knees. Lube is put where it should be. Graham slowly enters Paul’s boy hole. He needs to get back in and when he does, Graham starts long stroking.
“Oh, fuck,” Paul moans in the mattress.
Graham fills Paul’s ass up, making the bottom boy curse and groan. We get an overhead shot of
Graham’s gadget piercing Paul’s perfect cheeks. The cameraman was right. Paul looks good
getting boned! 
There’s more kissing as Paul gets off the bed. He leans against the wall and Graham reenters. A shot
shows all this fucking makes Paul’s pup tent bloated and hard. It looks like it’s ready to pop!
“Oh, fuck,” Paul groans.
Paul grabs his hair and cries as Graham pounds away. There’s more kissing before Paul gets back on
the bed. This time on his back. Graham jerks his bottom boy as he fucks him.
“Cum for me,” Graham orders.
Paul does, a large load that strikes his chest. Graham tries to get some more strokes in but Paul
pushes him away. All that pounding now hurts. Graham jerks his man nectar all over Paul’s pubes.
And what can end this perfect scene? More kissing!
