Calvin Banks bottoms for Adam Ramzi in “All Saints” part one from CockyBoys
CockyBoys has released the first scene from a brand new series, called “All Saints” – which is a follow-up to their “Answered Prayers” series. The opening scene is a hot and passionate video starring Adam Ramzi (as the Priest / Professor) and Calvin Banks (as grad student Adrian).
Later, Adrian learns from fellow student, Troy Accola, that he’s rumored to have an affair with the professor. Taken back Adrian corrects the record by telling the story of his meeting with the professor in New York more than a year ago. On the street, eager fan Adrian gets the professor to sign his book and gets invited to his hotel room. Their discussion connects their minds while an impulsive kiss from Adrian initiates their physical bond. As Adrian reminisces he tells Troy, “It was the best day of my life.”
At first the priest is hesitant, but once Adrian removes his collar his mild-mannered demeanor turns to unfettered passion. Pressed up against the wall they make out, as they undress. The Priest kisses Adrian’s body and sucks his big throbbing cock. Returning the favor, Adrian gives the priest deep-throated pleasure he may not have known before.
The newly emboldened man puts Adrian on his back to play with his ass while continuing to feast on his cock and balls. Soon the professor has fully resumed his authority and fucks Adrian in a variety of positions. As he thrusts deeply into him on his back they are almost locked together. But Adrian desires to ride his cock and almost right after he begins, his cock explodes volleys of cum over the Priest.
After he shoots his own heavy load, Adrian is right there to lick his cock clean. In the afterglow they chat again and Adrian casually utters a surprising revelation… Meanwhile another familiar face sleeps and dreams with flashing visions of what is to come… or what has already transpired. And a softly whispered voice instructs him to “wake up”!
For years, I connected my gayness to something that was wrong and bad — sinful and shameful. And as a gay child growing up in a conservative and religious household, I believed that to live I must lie. Sadly, so many of us learned to be liars at such an early age. We taught ourselves that to lie is to survive. And as I grew into a young adult, it was more and more necessary to hide and lie as much as I could from my family and friends — always afraid of what would become of me if they ever knew. More and more, I did not believe I was a “Chosen One” but rather, I was a Broken One.
This all began to change when I went off to college, back to the place of my birth. The place I always felt more at home: New Orleans. They call New Orleans “the city that care forgot,” but it’s really a place where you can go to forget your cares. To me it was an oasis in the desert landscape of South Louisiana, haunted by the ghost of all my creative muses: Tennessee Williams, Truman Capote, Faulkner, John Kennedy Tool and more recently Anne Rice. The city was a place that one could come to misbehave and be quickly forgiven in the morning. Here, religion was more of a suggestion rather than the rule. Here, in New Orleans, I was home.
However, old habits die hard and during my freshman year I continued to play the game of what was expected — I began dating a high school crush; she attended Tulane and I Loyola. We both rushed during Greek Week, each of us pledging and being accepted to our first choice. My fraternity was a very selective and cherished one called The Beggars — the first social order at a Jesuit University that was specially ordained by the Pope. I had arrived. I was thrilled to belong and be welcomed into what promised to be a gilded entry into New Orleans storied high society.
However, I soon realized I had just escaped the pot and into the fire. As I became aware of the daunting reality of what my life would soon become — a never ending lie surrounded by hate, fear, homophobia, and prejudice. And soon enough, every week became hell week.
That would soon change however. The Beggars’ annual Halloween Party was one of the most notorious parties of the year — one that brought all the fraternities together. It was a hedonistic delight and all the more enjoyable because there was no class the next day, All Saints Day, a traditional Catholic holiday. It was on this night that in a drunken haze — with my girlfriend not far off — that I dropped my guard, gave into impulse and kissed one of my fellow pledges, one who I had been attracted to from the start. We were good friends and the kiss could have easily been written off as the bond between brothers. But this kiss lasted long on my lips. It triggered an unrelenting urge mixed with gripping fear. This was my “First Kiss” — and it was perfect. In fact, to this day, my first sip of beer reminds me of him and our kiss.
After our moment, he looked at me with a smirk and like the jolly drunk that he was stared earnestly into my eyes and said, “I love you, man!” And that’s when I knew he would never, ever remember what just happened. But it was something I would never forget, and it changed my life forever.
The following day, All Saints Day, I decided to end the life I had lived and I choose a new beginning. And so, I look forward to sharing with you that journey both here, in these introductions and through the following mythological series, ALL SAiNTS. A project that has been created, devised and executed by one of the most beautiful and talented group of men and women I have had the joy and pleasure to work with. I will forever be grateful for their talents and efforts.
I hope you enjoy!