Uncut Latin Martin III

By now all of you should be acquainted with the uncut cock of our baseball playing Martin from the two prior videos featuring this naked jock’s Latin cock. Somehow I’d lost his phone number–don’t ask me how, but I did–and I’d despaired of ever getting more of this hot man on film. Enter Fate and a trip to the local sporting goods store for some replacement safety gear for my Judo studio behind my main house. I was looking around for the stuff I needed and happened to wander close to the baseball gear when I heard a voice. Martin!

I head over to find him looking at the bats. We strike up an immediate conversation, and the entire time I’m plotting how to get Martin’s uncut cock on film for the third time. This naked jock is a real popular guy on the site. It seems a lot of my viewers like Latin cock. Anyway, I invite him over for some beers and pizza and he agrees come by Saturday night.

He has a game and wants me to come, but I can’t make it due to an appointment I can’t cancel. Right on the dot of 8pm, Martin shows up. We talk, drink beer, down a pepperoni pizza, and–as expected–Martin asks if he can stay over because he’s had too many beers to drive home. Now what do you think I said to that? He headed for the guest room, and I cleaned up while I waited for him to drift off to dreamland.

Getting Martin on film for the third time was like visiting an old friend. I’ve learned what his body looks like, learned the musky, manly scent of him. The camera loves his body. Picks up all the details from the little dark hairs on his lower belly to the dark curls that cover his legs. Night or day, Martin’s a great guy to film. I start by running the camera over Martin, taking in his slumbering form, his very masculine Latino form, his handsome face. Martin is proving to be one of those men I cannot get enough of, one who’s become rather special among my night time conquests.

I finally roll the covers back to expose Martin’s legs, their hairy length, strong calves and thighs. Martin is a visual feast, a feast for all the senses because, as the covers roll back the musk from his crotch rises, fills my nose. Every man has his own scent, and Martin’s is wholly masculine, entirely Latin, a faint trace of cologne wrapping around me, drawing me close. Oh yes, I enjoy filming Martin. I move to film his face, push the covers down to fully expose his chest, his belly and the little tuft of hair right below his navel. It makes me smile, a dark trail that leads past the waistband of his underwear, a little path that draws me leading as it does to uncut Latino cock. Just thinking about it makes me sweat, makes me eager to get to the real fun.

The way Martin’s lying makes a gap in his underwear, an opening through which I can peek and see his cock. I go to the foot of the bed, peer beneath the covers to get a view of Martin from a different angle. Lifting the covers and zooming in gives a view of Martin’s sack. Another teasing peek that adds to the anticipation of what I’m planning for the end of the night. I lift the covers farther, move the leg of Martin’s underwear aside to get an even better view and this time I reach inside, touch his balls, the back of my fingers touching his dick. I get the covers off Martin and pressed my hand to his crotch, felt the heat of his cock and balls beneath my palm. Oh yes, more and more I find myself enjoying baseball player Martin.

I keep filming, touching, finally work his cock outside of his underwear, caressing it, rubbing the sensitive place on the underside of his cockhead. He gets hard, but the underwear is in the way. I pull it off and really get down to business. When he’s fully hard I set up the camera and take my time, stroking, caressing, tasting. This has been a very good night for me. Before he leaves the next morning, Martin asks me to another one of his games. I’m eager to accept because it could give me another shot at getting him on film for a forth time. We’ll see what happens.