Dressed ready for war games at Camp Freak, A.J. is a 33-year-old Army Guy who does not need to be asked to start talking. In fact, the only thing dirtier than his mind is his mouth. A.J. is the kind of guy who only needs a stiff breeze to produce a stiff dick and that is quite evident from the reconnaissance he performed with the bulge in his uniform pants from the second the camera started to roll. From the dream-like look in his eyes to the moans from those soft pouty lips and the way his chest undulates under his shirt, it seems his entire being is wired to the slab of flesh between his legs. This is one soldier on a mission and nothing is going to get in his way. He tears off his shirt and his hands disappear into the deep terrain of his white boxers. Kicking off his boots as his pants fall to the ground, A.J. turns his back to reveal a milky white set of buns. He spreads those cheeks wide, showing off a target with a precision that lets us know this is not his first time in battle. All that action in the back has sent a war cry to the flipside...