Twelve at Noon
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Twelve At Noon is the greatest kind of filthy movie: no plot, no condoms, and lots of macho guys with hairy bods and big, fat boners. 2 vignettes (of five) stand out in particular, a solo performance by Larry Paige in which he pulverizes a cantaloupe and tough public restroom hump with 4 guys that controls to mix torrid sex, glory holes, cruising at urinals, and voyeurism. The first sequence starts with bearded ash-blonde Mike Mitchell peeking thru a glory slot in a park restroom. He takes his fat spunk-pump in one arm and captures at a prick that glides thru the glory slot with the other. He sucks dick for several moments, but stops when he hears the shower door open. The guy leaves. Another guy, the slim and killer Steve King stops by the urinal to drain his dong. He's sweat-soaked and bra-less from jogging. Mitchell lures King over to the stall and starts to work on his fat meat, sucking like a seasoned ?ho. Another man, Tom Sawyer, comes in the restroom and King leaps over to the urinal to cruise him. Sawyer takes a urinate (which the camera catches in close-up) and then goes after King to the stall. Mitchell shovels both cocks into his hatch and jerks himself?his spunk-pump is throbbing so much you can almost perceive it thru the screen. Finally, a fourth man, the sweet Duff Paxton, joins in on the fun. At first he remains by the door, jacking off and checking for potential danger, but briefly he makes his way to the stall and shovels his yam-sized thing into Mitchell's mouth. Mitchell tastes dick, licks ass, and shoots an immense wad of spunk. Next, a butch guy in a baseball cap and cock-squeezing denim invites a scruffy guy into his car for a blowjob. This is the least interesting sequence in the movie, but really only because there isn't much a camera (or the performers) can do in the front seat of a car. Any frustration is completely forgotten once Larry Paige peels off off his slacks and starts to wring his log in what is the film's most interesting segment. Paige is in the kitchen prepping a snack for his boss, who is upstairs getting engaged with a fella friend. Paige listens to them thru the intercom and gets all horned up. He spurts his drawers, uncovering a handsome dick and huge golden dark-skinned bush. He gets rigid and stuffs his spear into a hollowed out cantaloupe. He completes himself off with a dollop of whipped splooge as lubrication. He pumps out his flow into the whipped splooge cup and goes upstairs. 2 more vignettes follow, both of which are quite sexy. Neither are quite as exciting as the cantaloupe fuck, however
Twelve At Noon is the greatest kind of filthy movie: no plot, no condoms, and lots of macho guys with hairy bods and big, fat boners. 2 vignettes (of five) stand out in particular, a solo performance by Larry Paige in which he pulverizes a cantaloupe and tough public restroom hump with 4 guys that controls to mix torrid sex, glory holes, cruising at urinals, and voyeurism. The first sequence starts with bearded ash-blonde Mike Mitchell peeking thru a glory slot in a park restroom. He takes his fat spunk-pump in one arm and captures at a prick that glides thru the glory slot with the other. He sucks dick for several moments, but stops when he hears the shower door open. The guy leaves. Another guy, the slim and killer Steve King stops by the urinal to drain his dong. He's sweat-soaked and bra-less from jogging. Mitchell lures King over to the stall and starts to work on his fat meat, sucking like a seasoned ?ho. Another man, Tom Sawyer, comes in the restroom and King leaps over to the urinal to cruise him. Sawyer takes a urinate (which the camera catches in close-up) and then goes after King to the stall. Mitchell shovels both cocks into his hatch and jerks himself?his spunk-pump is throbbing so much you can almost perceive it thru the screen. Finally, a fourth man, the sweet Duff Paxton, joins in on the fun. At first he remains by the door, jacking off and checking for potential danger, but briefly he makes his way to the stall and shovels his yam-sized thing into Mitchell's mouth. Mitchell tastes dick, licks ass, and shoots an immense wad of spunk. Next, a butch guy in a baseball cap and cock-squeezing denim invites a scruffy guy into his car for a blowjob. This is the least interesting sequence in the movie, but really only because there isn't much a camera (or the performers) can do in the front seat of a car. Any frustration is completely forgotten once Larry Paige peels off off his slacks and starts to wring his log in what is the film's most interesting segment. Paige is in the kitchen prepping a snack for his boss, who is upstairs getting engaged with a fella friend. Paige listens to them thru the intercom and gets all horned up. He spurts his drawers, uncovering a handsome dick and huge golden dark-skinned bush. He gets rigid and stuffs his spear into a hollowed out cantaloupe. He completes himself off with a dollop of whipped splooge as lubrication. He pumps out his flow into the whipped splooge cup and goes upstairs. 2 more vignettes follow, both of which are quite sexy. Neither are quite as exciting as the cantaloupe fuck, however
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