In Praise of Jackhammer Tops: Phenix Saint
What is it about summer that makes you want pound into oblivion? Maybe it’s that cuddling makes everything hotter, or that the lack of clothes leads to more anonymous, zipless fucks. If you fuck hard enough you at least shift around the heavy air, or maybe it’s the sweat that cools you down.
This is where “straight” men come in. They don’t want to talk. They don’t want to touch. They may be crass and useless bores in the winter months, but once the low pressure fronts move in, their as indispensable as sweet tea. To wit, Phenix Saint. Not only is he a jackhammer top He’s been topping as much as Mason Star has been bottoming, and between them the vibrating ass cheeks are enough to cause a butterfly effect.
After the jump, he nails the hell out of Jimmy Clay.