It starts with a pang of hunger, and a need to get off. You go commando and let your cock swing back and forth in your shorts. So others can see and make you harder. But it’s more than that. It’s the urge to come together with like-minded exhibitionists, so intense you go on the hunt. The craving builds and becomes bigger than you. It takes hold and possesses you. It about sucking dick and getting fucked. It’s the thrill of the hunt, the quest for sexual adventure, and the exhilarating, pervy possibility that you might be caught. Any time. Anywhere. With anyone. And any man. Exposing yourself and putting it all on the line as you give and get that blowjob, rim that ass, bareback fuck that horny, dick-hungry cock whore. Sex indoors, with someone in the next room. Fucking outdoors, fast and furious, as someone jogs by. In a car, reaching out to grope the driver’s huge bulge and hope he lets you jerk him off or blow him. Spewing your load on someone’s face and giving them a cum facial or letting your DNA splatter in a public restroom. Anything for a thrill and to court danger. Because nothing makes you cum so hard. Did we just describe you? Then you, like us, are a Risky Fucker!

No one likes to wait, especially not Mason Lear and August Alexander. Not when they can be doing something else. But what if we told you that there’s a thrill in waiting? And after the front office secretary leaves for lunch, Mason and August are left to their own devices. The clothes come off, dicks get hard, and the sucking begins, as noisy and piggy and sloppy as it should be. August manages to take Mason down to the balls, but only just. Mason, on the other hand, struggles with a little more than half of that juicy, curved brown cock. But that doesn’t stop Mason. He continues to suck like a hungry piglet before offering up his white cock for more service. But the true mark of a Risky Fucker is bareback fucking in a public space, or in a setting where they might get caught, which is precisely what Mason and August do.