Mark Fontana is known as “The Sleeping Lion” thanks in part to his tattoos, but also because he’s got a bit of a reputation for taking a nap whenever and wherever he gets the chance. Which is kind of odd seeing as he’s such a live wire. We’ve a sneaking suspicion, however, that it’s the result of too many late nights spent clubbing (and fucking!) away.

Hair Color: Brown
Sign: Capricorn
Eye Color: Brown
Dick Size: 7.5 inch dick / 20 cms
Height: 5’9″ / 175 cms
Cut / Uncut: Cut / Circumcised
Weight: 165lbs
Sexual Positions: Bottom
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Nationality: Spanish

Mark Fontana scenes at Staxus

For those who enjoy seeing contrasts between their pairings, this horny little escapade between Bjorn Nykvist and Mark Fontana will surely tick all the right boxes. Tall, lithe and fair-headed, Nykvist is almost the complete opposite to the young Spaniard, Fontana being distinctly petite, darker-skinned and tattooed.

Two things that they do have in common, however, is the fact that they’re both distinctly well-hung and that they both have a ferocious appetite for cock; which even if we didn’t realise beforehand, soon becomes apparent as the two fellows frolic both in and out of their swimming-pool.

Indeed, it’s not too long before both lads are ready to take their interest in each other to a whole new level, leading to a private room, where they promptly begin to take turns at sucking each other off. Clearly enthused, the pairing then uptake 69-position on a sofa; simultaneously devouring cock like it was the only thing that they were born to do.

Such a natural sense of purpose only continues when Nykvist, as the taller, more physically dominant party, turns his attention to his buddy’s hairless little pucker, rimming the hole for all he’s worth before ploughing hard into Fontana’s guts.

What ensues is a classic power-bottom performance from the Spanish lad, with Nykvist fucking his mate in literally every position imaginable, including a mid-air ass-banging bonanza that once again only emphasizes the Czech guy’s physical mastery.

All of which, not surprisingly, results in Fontana getting a heavy wad of jizz in the arse; before he himself splatters into Nykvist’s mouth…Join them!


It’s breakfast-time at the mission house, and the boys are not unnaturally very hungry; but for Mark Fontana and Lucas Drake it’s an appetite of a much more carnal nature that’s concentrating their attention. So much so that at the first opportunity they’re snogging each other’s faces off and ripping off their clothes.

Of course, anyone who knows these boys would never expect anything less; and it will come as little surprise to see fall to his knees in order to worship his pal’s succulent, uncut shaft and beautiful low-hangers. Nor will anyone be particularly amazed to see Drake returning the favor, feasting on Fontana’s nicely curved ramrod and acting out the bitch.

What may come as a little bit of an eye-opener, not to mention an ass-opener, is when Fontana decides to spice things up a little bit by thrusting a handsomely sized dick into Drake’s very welcoming hole; playfully tonguing the vegetable as if to lube it for the occasion.

It’s a very kinky, imaginative introduction to the fucking that promptly ensues; with Drake manfully taking his mate’s dick like the veritable pro that he is, prior to Fontana deciding to enjoy his share of the action by plonking himself down on his mate’s knob and riding it reverse-cowboy style.

Ever the greedy one, however, Drake can’t resist another taste of hard dick in his guts before the encounter comes to an end, a fitting testimony to the lad’s cock-crazed reputation, and which soon brings him to a sticky climax.

All of which leaves Fontana to cream Drake’s cute little face with a sac-load of jizz, before both exchange a gooey goodbye kiss…Join them!


When you’re part of a religious cult, it goes without saying that proselytizing is all part of a hard day’s work, spreading your message to everyone that you meet and explaining how their lives could be made so much better if only they embraced your way of thinking.

Which in Mark Fontana’s instance here means stopping your bicycle in the park to spend a few minutes sharing the good news to a rather forlorn-looking Vitali Kutcher. To Fontana’s eternal credit, he sure as hell works wonders, before you know it Kutcher is following him home to learn more about the work of the Mormon church.

But it’s not very long before the religious aspect of this conversion has been sorely eclipsed by plain old lust, as the two fellows promptly fall into an embrace and begin to pull each other’s clothes off.

At which point it’s the worship of the mighty phallus that very much takes centre stage; with both buddies enjoying a last supper of meaty, uncut dick, before Kutcher promptly begins to rim Fontana’s hungry little arsehole for all it’s worth.

By this point, of course, any hope of Fontana maintaining his holier-than-thou persona has long since been tossed aside; and it almost comes as a relief when he finally parts his legs to accommodate a carnal conversion to raw anal action.

Cue the delirious sight of him interchanging between riding and deep-throating Kutcher’s violently erupting member; as he finally abandons his crisp white shirt (and his last vestige of saintly dignity), before jerking out a thick wad of creamy spunk out of his upturned shaft all over Kutcher’s tongue…Join them!