Every day Francesco D’Macho puts himself in harm’s way. You see, he’s Addicted. Not to drugs, sex or alcohol. He’s a voyeur. He stalks hot men, with a camera in one hand and his cock in the other. He knows from how Damien Crosse and Alex Marte kiss, the way their pants are tented, they intend to fuck. With his shaven head, bright tatts and sinewy arms, it’s hard for Francesco to be inconspicuous, but high-powered binoculars afford up-close views of a hard-bodied flip-fuck. Francesco wants to catch Sergi Serrano and Scott Carter in the act. Being Addicted drives him to plant cameras in their apartment…and wait. Dark, smooth Sergi is a head taller than pale, furry Scott, but height doesn’t matter when you’re on your knees or on your back. These guys sweat enough to fill a tub. Francesco grows bolder each time addiction strikes. He hides in the bedroom while Goran thumb-fucks Massimo Blade’s ass prior to a writhing fuck…and leaves a sticky spot on the floor. Lucio Saints and Tomy Hawk tease each other by cock jousting in boldly colored undies. Each takes the full measure of his lover’s cock in his ass, but Francesco blows his cover…and now he must blow Tommy and Lucio. Being Addicted has its risks. Directors Steve Cruz and Bruno Bond raised the heat on their trip to Madrid and now you can bask in it… and maybe bask in a load of your own.