41 minutes of worshipful camerawork works magic in two solo scenes with handsome Kevin. He looks almost like a robot in shiny baseball shin-guards (must be the catcher). He sits against a patio wall to remove those, his jersey, and his pants. In just a jockstrap, he naps, his ape-hairy legs contrasted with his smooth, square torso. He kneads a big tit with one hand, a long dick with the other, and goes down doggie-style, ass-crack snapping. He finishes on his back on a soft mat, grinning as load slides off of his abdomen. He recovers and beats some more meat in a mosaic-tiled shower, then decisively rises and moves operations to a big firm bed where he slowly pumps spunk.