Don’t let the name Da Hating Game — the latest extravaganza of man-on-man action from Pitbull Productions, Inc. — mislead you. When you’re a love thug you play every game with the same basic tools you got: your smart mouth, your badd azz and your big, ever - ready dick. These studs from the Pitbull kennel may talk a lotta trash, but when it cums down to it, they use their mouths for the things that really matter: kissing, eating ass, sucking dick and letting out a sigh of relief when they drop a load with a special buddy. Best of all—these guys don’t mind at all if you join them.
Down in the subway JT and Ace bump up against each other and growl. But instead of tussle, they check each other out and like what they see. Ace wants a piece of JT’s azz. But back at his place, he takes a dive and comes up with a mouthful of dick. Dude can suck as good as he talks. JT fucks Ace’s face so hard the dude loses his cap. But before long the guys have changed places. Ace shows a rippling six-pack of abs as he feeds his brand new buddy his long fat piece. Up till now da game is a draw. But when it comes time to plumb some azz, it’s JT who’s bent over. Ace, behind him, fucks like a bunny, his fine lean body rippling as he does. Ace ain’t afraid to get sweaty or throw his ass into the task. JT, every bit his equal, slams his booty back at his fucker. Ace pulls out mid-stroke and splatters all over JT’s nuts. He licks JT’s nips until his latest bitch blows a load as well.
Beefy Mike and lean Antoine sit on opposite sides of the room. Mike says if Antoine likes what he sees, he’s gonna have to cum get it. Antoine has no trouble with that. Soon he’s fucking Mike’s face. Antoine’s cocksucker reaches into his shorts, pokes around his firm, fuzzy azz, then turns him around to get a taste. Antoine pushes his open azz back against Mike’s grateful face, until it’s Antoine’s job to get Mike’s crank as wet as his hole. When Mike sits down, Antoine sits on his fuckpole and rides it like a pogo stick. Once Antoine’s azz gets used to it, Mike stands him up, bends him over and fucks him good from behind, really throwing his own fuzzy butt into the action. Later Mike slams Antoine on the couch and humps him backwards and forwards, then flips Antoine onto his back, lifts his legs and drills deep into the crease. Antoine, stroking his own big piece, pops off while he’s getting nailed. After that compliment for his fucking skills, Mike pulls out and creams too.
Sexy Lex is rehearsing his latest rap. JT wonders how the dude will find time for sex now that his career is taking off. Lex says he’ll fuck in the studio if he has to, and proves his point when he kisses JT, strips him and nibbles on his nips. When Lex stands up, JT unwraps the rapper’s junk and sucks his stiff shaft and nuts. Lex isn’t too proud to suck some stick, but he has more fun licking JT’s hole. This goes on even after the hungry guys move into a juicy 69. With all the important parts dripping spit, Lex lays JT out on the couch, lifts his legs and plunges his big throbbing dick into the slick tight chute, grabbing his partner by the ankles so he can navigate today’s bitch into any position he wants, planting his feet wide for maximal thrust. JT howls when Lex, his body glistening sweat, plunges down without mercy and flattens him out, upside down and backwards, pounding until he pulls out and strokes a big sticky wad from his pulsating tool.
Sly, beefy and worldly wise, Element is tending bar. His tall, lean and beautiful patron Marcus is nursing a drink. But a flyer has caught his eye: that dude is sucking dick! With his deep, sexy voice he wonders if that would be fun. The big-hearted bartender offers his own. Soon Marcus is down on his knees sucking stick and doing real good for a newbie. Element’s dick is standing at attention in no time. The friendly bartender says he can bring Marcus the same kind of pleasure. Marcus, with his pants around his knees, moves his big brown booty as he eases his thickening tool into the bartender’s practiced mouth. The camera rides up the split in Element’s ass as he sucks. With Marcus’s fuckstick lubed, Element gets into a froglike crouch and lets his patron nail him, fore and aft, in half a dozen positions, on the floor and on the furniture, so fast you’ll have to stroke double-time to keep up. Before it’s over even Marcus bends over and takes it up the ass. With both guys fucked past fever pitch, they explode in a blizzard of cream.
Juulz is on the phone when a hand reaches up from under the bed. Cass has been hiding out. He’s got dick on his mind, in particular the one Juulz has hiding in his pants, and no wonder! For a lean dude, Juulz is packing huge! Cass pulls the big fat hose out into the open, grunts a little but takes it all down, his hunger so big he doesn’t gag, though he has to breathe through his nose because his mouth is so full of meat. Juulz straddles his partner’s head and slams into his throat. His low-hanging jewels, as big as his tool, sway like a bull’s. He’s so worked up he needs to sink his fuckpole into booty. Maneuvering Cass onto his belly, Juulz drills him from behind, nailing his flailing body to the bed—before fucking it all over the room. Now when Juulz straddles Cass’s head, he feeds him his nuts and jacks out a fresh batch of creamy, love juice that he steams all over.
