Heat Wave
This may be one of the hottest photo shoots I've ever seen. First of all, you can't go wrong with two hairy, horse-hung studs like Sarib and Huessein. I mean, look at them! They're everything you could want. They’re incredibly gorgeous, well-muscled men with plenty of fur and big, hard, ready cocks. I can't ask for more out of life than that.
Then you put them together, which is a perfect combination.
The setting is exotic, as befits two exotic sex gods, and they tear it up with dirty, dirty fucking!
Sarib eagerly offers up his ass for Huessein's pleasure, but it's obvious he's taking a lot of pleasure in it too. Want proof? Watch Sarib sucking his own cock while he's getting nailed in the ass. That ought to convince you!
Yes, he's just that horned up, just that flexible, and, let's face it, just that hung!
It's high on the list of hottest things I have ever seen, and I'm encouraging you to go and take a look right away. Flexing muscles, hairy bodies, huge, hard dicks . . . what more do you want, and what the hell are you waiting for? It's not going to get any hotter!
Of course, with two superheated studs like this, it's not going to cool off, either!
Rating: 3
29 Feb 2008 - Peter
Hunter, Hunted
Danny is a wild, do-anything guy. He looks like the kind of nut who'd call you in the middle of the night from the back of some dive bar, and drunkenly proposition you and your roommate for a night of freaky sex.
That's what I love about him. It's easy to imagine piling him into the bathroom at some sleazy nightclub, stripping his pants down, and sucking his cock until his moans are almost drowning out the sound of the crappy band out front. It's easy to imagine him being okay with me wanting to fuck his ass while he leans against the polished steel mirror, his huge, stiff cock pressing into the sink. Easy to imagine him pulling his ass further open for me, allowing me to sink my full length into him, right up to the balls.
I know he'd love it, and I know I'd love it, too, love feeling his hard cock throb in my fist while I hammered his ass, love feeling him shove back on me, bucking as I fuck him.
And I know that I'd also love letting him fuck me, once I'd come. That massive cock of his looks too big for his light frame, and I'd love feeling him force my ass to yield to it one inch at a time, his fist in my hair, driving himself into me as I cling to the sink until we're both hollering the rafters down.
I can't imagine anything I'd love more than to feel him squirting jet after jet of hot come all over me, raining down from his thick, meaty cock onto my feverish, sweaty skin.
It's easy to imagine a night of wild, sweaty sex with this guy. And that's why I'm glad he's in porn. So I don't have to imagine it!
Rating: 4
25 Feb 2008 - Richard
Play With Me
I love oral sex, I love getting fucked and fucking. But sometimes, what I'm in the mood for is a good old-fashioned handjob.
Ash is exactly the kind of guy who brings it out of me: handsome, youngish, exactly the sort of guy I used to fuck in college. A lot of the time, those guys weren't even into sex, they just wanted to get off.
I can easily replay some of my favorite encounters, putting Ash in the title role, imagining what it would have been like with him. . . .
We're both crashing on the same couch after a long night spent partying with friends in a massive blowout of loud music, close dancing, and groping. Somehow we'd both ended up alone, though, and sharing this little couch.
It's hard to fall asleep horny, and harder to jerk off without attracting attention. I can't miss how he's shifting and squirming, adjusting his dick in his shorts. It keeps coming hard, like mine is.
Eventually, I shift closer, moving my hand under his blanket. I find his fist already on his cock, and when my hand touches his, he stiffens, looks over at me uncertainly. Then his hand slides away, and he lets me replace it with my own. I squeeze his cock, which I haven't even seen yet. Now it's filling my hand, hot and hard, skin sliding, the fat, warm head slightly sticky at the end from pre-cum.
It makes me catch my breath with lust. He shifts closer, leans his body against me. His hand creeps between my thighs, and he begins to stroke me through my sweatpants. I let him take it out. His hand brushes my cock, squeezes it firmly at the base. I wring at him, twisting on each stroke, rubbing my hand over the underside. His mouth is open slightly, his eyes closed. He's panting.
I hold my hand to his mouth, and he licks it, spits on it. I return to stroking him and now he's arching up into my hand, his own fist tightening convulsively on my shaft.
We jerk one another off, wordless. When the time comes, I gush all over his hand, dripping down my own belly. It's a mess, but I don't care. I lick my cum from his hand, then slide down and take his cock in my mouth. He cums almost immediately, before I can get my mouth fully down over it. I catch his spurting load on my tongue, savoring it, sharing it with him in a kiss, before we both lie quietly against one another, able to rest at last. . . .
Rating: 4
22 Feb 2008 - Peter
Hardcore
This video starts with Michael and Taurus kissing, which is just about perfect all on its own – come on, two hot young studs ready to get it on, groping one another? What's not to love?
But then it goes from great to terrific when Arpad makes his appearance on scene. He strides into the dirty industrial warehouse where these two hunks are having their torrid clinch, and presents them both with an irresistible mouthful of huge, hard, hot cock.
Watching them suck it is delicious – all the guys are hard and hung, and they can't get enough of that fat cock – but it's when the fucking starts that this is catapulted into the realm of great fucking cinema.
Taurus is the first to offer up his ass – no surprise there as we all know how much he loves a stiff dick. It's a joy to watch, though, as he fucks one cock and sucks the other, a veritable bottomless pit of sex.
And I've gotta say I love Michael. He is having the time of his life here and it's obvious. By the time Taurus sits on his cock, he's in heaven, and so was I!
Let me tell you, I almost didn't make it to the end! I'm not telling you what happens, though. You'll just have to see for yourself! Let's just say everyone ends up tremendously well-fucked, and leave it at that! This is hardcore the way it should be – hot stars having a ridiculously great time!
Rating: 3
20 Feb 2008 - Peter
Houseboy
After watching him clean house all day, I'm more than a little stiff. Does he have any idea how sexy he is? I think he does. He's been giving me sidelong looks and little smiles all day, and twice I've caught him checking me out quite frankly. The cleaning service will be getting a happy phone call from me about this one, I think.
I can't resist when he asks if there's anything else he can take care of before he goes. I just can't resist it. And sure enough, he's more than happy to go down on his knees and suck my cock when I tell him exactly how turned-on he's made me.
His mouth is smooth and hot, he knows how to love a cock, really works it, scrubbing the underside with his tongue, washing the sides. I'm aching when he's done.
I pull him up, strip his sweatpants and tee shirt off, get him naked. I lean him back on my desk, across the expensive leather blotter, and I show him I can give as well as I get. He can consider this his tip.
He has a surprisingly big cock, I'm happy to see. I suck him down immediately, drooling just at the sweet, fresh taste of him. He's young, too, and eager to come. I can feel his cock hardening, so stiff it must be painful. His balls are already drawn up tight. It won't be hard to make this one come. I might even get two out of him.
I go for one with my mouth on his cock. He moans and bucks, then shoots, splashing himself and my chest with it. I tear my soiled shirt off and climb up to kiss him, turn him over.
He takes it for me, takes my whole, hard cock, right into his tight, young ass. His body bucks and shudders under me, his lean flesh tenses. I hammer into him. His cock hardens again, and I jerk him off. He's so eager, so hot, this one.
I get him to come again before I'm ready to go off. He makes a mess on the desk which I tell him he'll have to clean up later. He doesn't care; he's just groveling for my cock.
I slam into him another dozen times, pull out and splatter come all over his back, rub it in slowly. Then I settle back into my chair, sighing, a weight lifted from me.
They say having someone help you with housework is a luxury, but for me it's an absolute necessity!
Rating: 2.5
18 Feb 2008 - Peter
Private Dick
So my fantasy is like this: I've hired super-sexy super-detective Chuck DiRocco to find out if my boyfriend is cheating on me. When he shows me the pictures, I know exactly the revenge I'm going to get. That's Eric, all right, fucking some tattooed guy whose face I cannot see.
Throwing the glossy photos aside, I grab Detective Chuck and lay a kiss on him that has both of us pressing against one another, our dicks hardening.
When I close my eyes, all I can see in front of my eyes is my boyfriend's cheating face, contorted in pleasure as some hung stud pounds his ass. It enrages me, even as it turns me on.
I grab Chuck's crotch, grinding my hand into his groin and squeezing his hardening dick. Yes, it feels as big as I thought, nice and stiff, a man's cock. He's staring at me with those blue eyes, very serious.
I'm serious, too. Dead serious. I kneel and haul his dick out of his pants. He watches me as I rub my cheek over it. It's thick and hard. I enjoy the weight of it in my palm, squeezing it, feeling the blood pulse in his throbbing veins. I stroke him slowly, one hand on his cock, one for his balls, which I squeeze and roll.
He looks down at me with that handsome face of his now softening slightly with pleasure. I suck his cock just like I watched my boyfriend suck his lover. I run my mouth over that huge cock, letting him push the head of it past my lips so it strokes over my tongue. His scent, his taste, fill my mouth.
When he sheds his shirt, I run my hands over his furry torso, his tattoos. His cock is buried deep in my mouth. I am suckling it, feeling the thick head of it swell as I draw at it, sucking as hard as I can. His balls draw up tight, his shaft is deliciously hard.
I want him to fuck me. I let him bend me over the desk. He holds me with one firm hand and spanks my ass, fingers me, spits on my asshole until he can work that spit-shined dick into me. I cry out. He's big, hard. Very big. Bigger than my boyfriend. I wonder if my boyfriend cried out like this when he was cheating on me. I wonder if it felt this good to him, getting split, getting fucked.
When he shoots, he shoots all over my ass. Each jet splatters obscenely on my ass, dripping down. Then he turns me, kneels and sucks me. I shove my hips forward and he takes me to the root, gulping at my cock. I come all over his face and chest, staring down at the scattered pictures.
In one of them, I see a familiar tattoo, one I'm staring down at right now.
I've been had. And I'm pretty sure I'll be had again before the night is through.
Rating: 4
15 Feb 2008 - Richard
Take a Ride
The bike shifts up another gear and the throbbing is powerful and low between my legs. I cling to Eddie as we swing around another turn, feeling like I'm going to go flying off at any second. It's a thrill, a real heart-pounding thrill. And I know it's dangerous.
Shame on us, we aren't even wearing helmets. The sun beats down on our bodies, our uncovered heads, the wind whips through our hair. I can hear Eddie's laughter, thrown back to me, as he guns it down another straightaway.
And I am unmistakably turned on. My body pressed to his, feeling his warmth, his strength. The vibrations coming through the handlebars, into his arms, washing up from beneath us. It's something else.
My cock is hard and, as I reach down to feel him, I find that his is, too. Not surprising.
We whip around a series of curves and then we're at an overpass. He pulls onto the shoulder and turns to kiss me. We make out there, under the summer sun, wind still tugging at us, skin tingling from the velocity, the vibration.
He shuts the bike off, and to replace its deep throb, he reaches down to squeeze my dick.
Soon I'm naked, bent over the bike and peering over the edge of the overpass. Traffic goes by below. I don't think anyone can really see what we're doing but it's still a thrill. He fucks me right there, square in front of god and everyone, driving his cock into my ass with a fevered passion. I respond, arching back, moaning, driving myself onto his thick tool until we're both sweaty and shuddering.
I finally suck him off, jerking my own cock. He's leaned against the bike, I'm kneeling. My come spurts out onto the hot tarmac, and I can smell it cooking there as he shoots, too, all over my hand, my neck, my face. It's a mess. I wipe it on his shirt, climb up and kiss him, then adjust myself and swing a leg over the bike, ready to roll.
It's my turn to drive.
Rating: 2
13 Feb 2008 - Johnson
Role Play
My biggest fantasy included a shit load of role playing. And of course I loved being taken hard and fast by some of the biggest cocks my fantasy could envisage. I can’t help it if I love sex and cocks that have the extra inches to satisfy my needs. Oh and I love being dominated. It has a thrill all of its own that can never be explained…
“On your knees scumbag, keep your head down and crawl over to me and make sure you lick up the drops of my pre-cum at the same time!”
With my head bent I did as I was told, I crawled toward him on my hands and knees, my reward would be to suck his cock and if I was a good slave, I’d feel the full length of his huge cock slide deep into my arse. What person in their right mind would disobey an order from their master? Not me that’s for sure… if I did I was would miss out on so much!”
“You did well; now catch the drops of pre-cum that are dripping from my piss hole!”
I let my tongue slide under the head and let a massive drop fall onto my tongue. He tasted so nice; his cock was so hard and hot… I wanted to take the head into my mouth and suck him, but I knew I had to wait or I would be punished.
“Jimmy, you did well today. You looked after our guests and kept everyone happy and now I want you to please me. Suck my cock Jimmy and no teeth or you can’t have my cock for one month!”
I was so careful. I nodded slowly before closing my mouth over the head and I let him slide his cock into my mouth. I was careful not to let my teeth scrape him. He fed me his cock, until I felt I couldn’t take any more and I was almost gagging when he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto his cock. I relaxed my throat muscle allowing the entire length of his cock to slide down my throat.
I could taste copious amounts of pre-cum in my mouth and I sucked him, my tongue flicking the shaft as I sucked him. And then I heard him ask…
“Are you ready Jimmy, are you ready for me to fuck your mouth before I take your ass?”
I wanted his cock so badly. It was long, very long about 10 inches and I wanted to feel all of him inside me. But I know I had to suck him first. He’d hold off cumming until he was buried in my ass.
All I could do was mumble. He took it for a yes and began fucking my mouth hard and fast, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting forward until his cock hit the back of my throat. Over and over he fucked and I sucked. My cock was hard and needed attention but I wasn’t allowed to jerk off… not yet….
Without warning he stopped, I knew he was close and he told me to stay where I was, on my hands and knees. He found the kneeling cushion and placed it between my legs. Everything was in place. A few moments later, I felt him push me forward until I was on my elbows with my ass up in the air. Cold lube dripped down onto my puckered flesh and I knew the time had come.
I braced myself for the initial tearing of skin as he pressed into me without warning. He pressed the head of his cock against me and thrust forward sinking it deep into me with one thrust. He grabbed my hips and steadied himself. The whole length of his cock was hard as iron and he never waited for me to get used to his size. He pulled it out until the head was just at the entrance and pounded the full 10 inches back into me.
Reaching between my legs I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to jerk off while he fucked me. Hitting my prostate with every thrust of his cock made my stroking more urgent. I had to cum when he did and I could feel him throbbing inside me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back on him sinking deeper into me and it was then that I felt the first spurt of his cum hit my bowels.
One more stroke and I was there, I shot my load all over the floor beneath me… He filled my ass with his hot cum before pulling out and leaving the room. My role with my Master was over but I’d left a mess on the floor and if I wanted his cock again, I knew exactly what I had to do…
Rating: 4
11 Feb 2008 - Peter
Shower Scene
Michael Brandon is a gorgeous man and a consummate performer, so this clip is a real treat. Here, at the Nob Hill Theater in San Francisco, he shows off his body and monster cock while showering down.
First off, it's a real pleasure just watching him wash up. His beautiful body, with the water cascading off it – his enormous cock pressed against the glass, then growing harder with the attention, his body hair parting in the rivulets of water . . . it's a sensual treat for the eye. Very steamy.
There's an unnamed voyeur watching along with us, who tips Brandon for a personal show, and gets an up-close faceful of that cock from behind just a few millimeters of glass. When Michael starts tapping his cock on the glass, the sound is amazing – sounds like he's going to bust right through!
He finally settles down to jerk off, and boy is that a show. The guy knows how to wank, that's for sure. He puts on a hell of a show, stroking his cock as he sits in the shower, fingering his own ass, reveling in the pleasure he brings himself, and inviting you to play along.
I won't ruin the ending, but you just KNOW he shoots a huge load of come. What he does with it I'll leave for you to discover.
Rating: 2
8 Feb 2008 - Johnson
Dog Days
It's so hot here in the summer. A hundred degrees in the shade, with the sun boiling down out of a bleached white sky, and sweat sizzling on your skin.
Even the air conditioner wasn't up to keeping up with it the other day. Eric and I were just lazing around, too overheated to do anything useful.
I was drowsing on the couch when something cold woke me – Eric had an ice cube in his teeth and was running it over my chest. It felt so good, the melting ice sending trails of wet coolness down my skin. I moaned and stretched, inviting him to anoint my nipples with it. They stiffened under the attention, and soon the ice was melted. He grabbed another and holding it between his fingers trailed it down my belly, playing it back and forth over my abs. He ran it along the top of my jeans, then undid them, pushed it down to my pubes. The cold was intense, and by now my skin was prickling with gooseflesh.
He pulled my cock out and proceeded to give me a mind-blowing blowjob. First, the ice, all over my cock, then his mouth, hot, melting, thawing my flesh. Ice, tongue, over and over, teasing me. It felt very good, and whenever he was sucking me, he just ran the ice back and forth over my chest. The air from the fan cooled me. I felt comfortable for the first time all day.
He teased my cock until it felt swollen and huge, until I could barely contain myself. When he finally trailed a half-melted cube back and pressed it against my asshole, I yelped and clenched, but the teasing felt good. He pushed it in, almost fully melted, and the heat of my body shortly did the rest of the ice cube in. He pushed his wet fingers in and out, up to the knuckle, his mouth bobbing on my aching, engorged cock.
I finally came as he jerked me, splashing my own stomach with come that felt fiery-hot and melted down my wet skin in rivulets.
He handed me the cup of ice. "Your turn to cool me off," he said. I fished out an ice cube and grinned, ready to begin.
Rating: 4
6 Feb 2008 - Peter
Jocks and Nerds
I've always been a bit of a nerd, which meant I spent a lot of time getting picked on by the jocks. What didn't help is the fact that I was always most attracted to sporty guys.
Which is where Liam comes in.
Back in college, I had an arrangement with a jock guy. I helped him with his work and helped him study, and in return I got sex. Lots of it. Liam reminds me of that guy – not just the look of him, but that big, hard, ever-ready cock!
So when I look at Liam I flash back to those days, of teaching a hot jock to do math, and then fucking his brains out.
With Liam, I'd love to lay him back while I fuck his ass, so that I can watch his cock, play with it, tease it while I push into his body. It's great fun, inflicting two kinds of pleasure on a boy like that, and once they could be talked into it, all the jocks' I've known have loved it. I'm sure Liam would be no exception.
I'd love to feel his ass squeezing my cock as he tightens with pleasure. I'd love to know that I was doing that to him, driving him inexorably toward the edge. I'd love to know that he loved me fucking him.
And when it came time for him to come, I'd love to get down and suck him over the finish, pistoning my fist on his hard, slippery shaft, using the other hand to tease his ass. When he came, I'd stroke him off onto his own belly, then climb up to add my load to the mess by rubbing my cock through his cum and against his still-hard but slowly softening cock. He'd jerk it out of me, smiling and panting. I'd flood his fingers with come!
Looking at Liam reminds me of how much I enjoyed taking advantage of my jock buddy; makes me wish I could do it all again.
Rating: 4
4 Feb 2008 - Richard
Wishing Well
Ace, a friend of ours, is moving out of town at the end of this month, and as a goodbye gift Eric and I decided to take him out on a last "date." We let him pick the venue, the activities, everything.
What came as a surprise was when he wanted to come home with us to fool around.
You see, Ace has been a friend for a long time, but we've never had sex with him. We were just friends. And we figured it would always be that way. Well, imagine our pleased surprise when he said he'd always wondered what it would be like to be with both of us.
As for what he looks like, picture a Greek statue – that's not too far off. Except Ace has beautiful dark olive skin, soft black hair, and piercing brown-black eyes. And, as it turns out, he has a world-class heavyweight cock.
When we unveiled that thing, Eric and I practically came to blows over who would get to suck it first. I won, dropping to my knees and leaving Eric to kiss Ace while I lavished some attention on that fat, uncut dick.
I traced the veins with my tongue, slathered my tongue over the length of it, savoring the taste, pulled the foreskin back and forth over the swollen head. It was very enjoyable!
I'd won for the blowjob, but Eric wanted to get fucked. Ace and I both helped get him ready with lots of lube and eager fingers, and then he was ready to take Ace's cock. I squeezed up behind Ace and guided him in, using my body weight to press him into Eric, who moaned. Ace sighed happily.
And from where I was, it was a hell of a view.
Ace fucked him, and after a while, I slid my cock into Ace's ass, giving him a hell of a send-off – right in the middle, fucking and getting fucked, about as good as it gets.
We screwed ourselves into a frenzy. Eric turned the tables on Ace, took my place fucking him while I watched and jerked off. There was oral all around, we all came twice, sticky messes all over hands and bellies and asses. It was glorious.
We've already scheduled one more repeat. We're going to send him off in style on that last night, and give him a goodbye he'll never forget!
Rating: 4
32 Jan 2008 - Richard
Good Boy
I've never let anyone tie me up like this before. But here I am, bound bent over with my ass in the air, the bench under me padded just enough to keep it from hurting when he spanks me hard enough to make my dick grind into it.
Matt Sizemore is having his way with me.
He seems more interested in humiliating me with how much I like it than in actually causing me pain, but he still paddles my ass with his hand until it's cherry red. He fondles it appreciatively, licks his hand and slaps it again. His wet palm hurts more and I yelp.
"You want me to stop spanking you?"
I pant helplessly.
"Want me to fuck your ass?"
Well, of course I do.
He is rough with his fingers, shoving them into me, tugging and digging and pulling. My ass clenches and he whacks me with the other hand again, reminding me to relax. My cock is so hard. I want to tell him to just get on with it but I know his cock is so big it'll tear me apart if he just shoves in.
When he pries my ass open and squirts the lube in, I'm insanely grateful. It feels so good – cool and slippery. His fingers open me, dragging along the inside of my ass. I try to back into him.
"You like that, you fucking little pig? You slut? You want my cock in your ass?"
"Yes!" I gasp.
"I don't think you're ready," he says.
"I'm ready. Please! Fuck me!"
He straddles the bench, angles his cock down against my asshole. I feel it, and for a minute I think there's no way it'll go in, but it does. The head pops in and then the whole length snakes into me. God, he's huge. Enormous! I gasp, squirming in spite of myself. He spanks me and fucks my ass like he owns it, and he does.
It feels like forever. My own pleasure climbs dizzily, and by the time he's pulled out and shot his load all over me, I'm very close. He un-cuffs me, turns me over. Cum is still smeared on his cock. He makes me suck it off him while I jerk my own cock.
"You may cum," he tells me.
I do, erupting convulsively, spraying it everywhere. He rubs it into my belly.
"Good boy."
Rating: 4
30 Jan 2008 - Peter
Miles to Go
If you like hunky, exotic Brazilian studs, then check out this massive set of pictures featuring the incredible Miles. He's only 20 years old and this is his first appearance anywhere, but there's something knowing, experienced, in his eyes.
He's gorgeous, with his handsome, exotic features that seem chiseled out of some warm, dark wood, and his lean but muscular body that begs to be touched, fondled and fucked. And let's not forget his cock. The thing is huge… nine inches of coffee-colored meat. There's room for two hands on the shaft of that thing!
This set of him having a nice private wank on his couch (well, not so private, since we're all watching) is truly delicious. Check out page after page of shots of his mammoth dick, his handsome face, and tell me you aren't turned on!
I'm willing to bet you'll be following along with him as he strokes his meat. I guarantee that by the time he blows a thick load onto his belly, you will have, too.
Go check him out. That's what it's all about: big-dick, exotic amateurs!
Rating: 4
29 Jan 2008 - Johnson
Disbelief
"No way. No way is that thing real," Eric said, staring at the enormous bulge in the stripper's skimpy briefs.
"Oh, yes it is," I said, with perfect certainty. The dancer was Bret, and I've known him for six years. He has one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen; even when it's soft it's big enough to make you wince.
I know about it because of course I've fucked him and been fucked by him. But Eric was new to the whole Bret experience, had never seen him before. And I could tell he was enchanted. Bret's not huge or tall, but he's built like a . . . well . . . a stripper. Male model all the way. His naturally dark hair is bleached to a sort of cinnamony brown with gold highlights, which looks really classy on him. His eyes are the kind of hazel that usually looks green.
Since Eric didn't believe, I paid the cash for a private dance, and once Bret came off the stage, we headed back to the private rooms for some quality one-on-one. I introduced them both, and then Bret settled down to business, pushing Eric down in a chair and then dancing for him. I just leaned against the wall and watched. I knew where this was going to wind up.
Eric is a cool cat, no doubt about it, and he remained pretty sanguine through the whole routine, but when Bret waved his crotch in Eric's face, I could see Eric's eyes all but bulging out, following that package as it switched back and forth. He was drooling, I knew it.
Finally Bret turned around, presenting Eric with his fine, round ass, and slowly tugged his briefs down. Naked, he turned around slowly, swaying his hips to the music, and there was that thing, long and hanging low, waving in the air.
Eric's jaw dropped. Not often he sees a cock bigger than his.
Bret stroked and squeezed it, and we both watched raptly as it stiffened and grew, standing up at an angle, looking even more ferociously impressive. Bret brandished the fully-hard thing in Eric's face.
"Go on," I said. "I won't tell."
Eric didn't need to be told twice. He leaned forward and sucked that thing. Have I said how much I love to watch him suck cock? I do. I love how his eyes close, how his lips stretch over a nice, fat one, I love how he goes for it with everything in him, wolfing even the largest tool with ease.
This was no exception. I watched him deliver a very professional blowjob while Bret threw his head back and sighed happily. I eventually stepped behind him, reached around and stroked that thick cock of his into my boyfriend's mouth.
It didn't take long for Bret to come . . . I know how Eric gives head, and he didn't have a chance. We both jerked it, watching as it swelled and got even stiffer, then jerked and spurted jet after jet of white, sticky semen. It was quite a sight, and most of it went on Eric who barely seemed to notice or care. He was just engrossed with Bret's cock.
We didn't stop there, of course . . . Bret's an old friend and he was very glad to see me. By the time we came out, all three of us were sticky, sore, and smiling. And as Eric and I climbed into the car to go home, I grinned at him. "Still don't believe it's real?"
"I believe you. I just don't believe that actually happened."
Ah, well. We'll have to do it again, just to prove it did.
Rating: 4
25 Jan 2008 - Peter
Layover
It's not enough time, half an hour, but we make the most of it. The moment we met on the plane, we knew we'd end up together. Sadly, with so many other travelers around us, joining the Mile-High Club wasn't exactly an option.
Thankfully, the airport bathrooms were bigger than the airplane latrines. Big enough for us to both pile into the handicapped stall and fall all over one another like hungry animals.
He was tall, broad through the shoulders and narrow in the middle, with a ponytail of light brown hair and a handsome face with a scar high on one cheek. His name was Dusty, and from here, our paths diverged. I was taking the next flight to Denver, in an hour, and he had to catch another connecting flight to Dallas in a little less than half an hour.
Long enough to get a taste of that big cock. I knew it was big. He had the walk of a guy who was hung, and I was right. Thick and long and uncut, just how I like them.
He stood, foot on either side of the toilet. I knelt, went down on him ravenously. We had to keep it on the quiet side – we didn't want a visit from airport security – but blowjobs don't have to be noisy. This one wasn’t. Hell, his cock was so big, there was hardly any room for me to breathe, let alone make noise. I sucked him hard and fast, drawing on his cock with all the suction I could muster, like I was trying to pull it clean off his body. He leaned forward; thrust his hips out, breathing through his mouth to keep quiet.
I did my worst to make him break the silence, but he didn't. I'm afraid I did. After he'd leaned me against the back of the toilet and prepped my ass with fingers and tongue, he pushed his cock into me, and I moaned softly. It was a tight fit, but it all went in.
Instead of fucking me solidly, slapping our flesh together, he went slow, grinding it in painstakingly, squeezing his hand around my cock. I kept my head down, vision swimming, breath coming in short gasps as he tortured me. God, it felt amazing. I pressed back against him, fucking myself on his cock, relishing the thought of feeling my ass twitch with the memory of his cock splitting it all the way through my flight home.
He came first, splattering it all over my ass. I came second after he turned me around and sucked me, fingers going where his cock had been, tormenting my already punished ass. I gushed into his hand as he stared up at me.
I knew I'd never see him again, even though we traded numbers.
I sent him hurrying for his plane, late. Never knew if he caught it, but somehow I think even if he missed it, he would've called it worth the trouble. I know I would have!
Rating: 4
23 Jan 2008 - Richard
Island Dreams
I'm shipwrecked. It doesn't matter how, or where, or why. But the only other person there is Kaua Silveira.
Life isn't bad, once we manage to make shelter and find food and water. After that there's little to do but fuck. It's a paradise here.
As the light fades from the tropical beach, we retire to our little hut, the wind rustling in the leaves. It's dark here, and he's streaked with shadows. His cock is already hard. I pull off the tattered shorts and run my hands over his tanned and beautiful body. His mouth feasts at mine.
We wind up sixty-nining, his mouth on my cock matching the rhythm of his thrusting. He's on top, pushing his cock into my mouth, the thickness of him pushing my tongue out of the way and letting him push himself down my throat. I swallow him with practiced ease.
I love letting him fuck my mouth like this, I love knowing he's in control. When his sweet mouth has teased me enough, I lay him back and put my tongue in his ass. I keep a fist on that great cock of his, squeezing it to make sure it stays good and stiff. God, he's delicious. I can't get enough. I wedge my fingers in, teasing him. He moans, spreading his legs. I can't resist his invitation, and I slide up between his thighs and push into his ass.
His cock jerks as I push into him, and I watch him stroke himself while I fuck him. It's delicious. I go slowly, let him savor the sensations. I want him to come with my cock inside him. It seems to make him stiffer, make him come harder.
This time is no exception. He cums all over himself… spurting jet after jet on his belly and chest. When I cum all over his belly, his hands, I swear it nearly makes me black out. I come around pressed to his sweaty, cum streaked body, both of us breathing hard.
God, this is wonderful.
I'm desperately hoping nobody ever finds us.
He definitely makes it onto the list of things I'd take with me to a desert island.
Rating: 4
21 Jan 2008 - Johnson
Toy Time
It can be hard to find a good clip that contains sex toys, which is frustrating if you're like me and love to watch that sort of thing. This clip gratifies that urge, and then some.
Take Rick Bauer. He used to be a straight porn star, but, hey, who knew, he just loves to take it in the ass. And by "it" we mean "great big Latino dicks."
Ricardo, a stunningly handsome, exotic hunk with a cock that should be on the hundred-dollar bill, starts off by playing with Rick, playing with himself, and playing with the audience as he teases his prey.
By the time Rick takes Ricardo's uncut cock in his mouth, the camera lens is practically steaming up. These guys are really into each other. And who can blame them?
Then Ricardo pulls out a clear glass butt plug and starts cramming it into Rick's ass, and the results are a joy to behold. You can see his asshole stretch around the toy; you can watch it sliding into that hairy, muscular ass in killer detail.
Poor Rick is practically begging for it by the time Ricardo takes mercy on him and drills him in the ass for all he's worth. Rich stays hard the whole time, gets fucked in multiple positions, and can't seem to tell if he'd rather have that huge, uncut, prizewinning dick in his mouth or in his ass!
Well, I don't know if I could decide, either, so I can't say I blame him for that, either.
It's a marathon scene, too, going on well past half an hour. Definitely be sure to give yourself time to appreciate this one, because you'll probably want to watch it twice!
Rating: 4
18 Jan 2008 - Peter
Hot Work
How hot is it when guys get dirty?
This week's fantasy is about Jason Crew, because I just can't get him out of my head. I've hired him to help me clear out some brush next to my house, and we're both out there with gloves and hacksaws and one old chainsaw, doing our best. Soon we're both blistering hot and sweaty, and covered with dead leaves, green stains, sap, and dirt. He looks hotter than I've ever seen him; tiny scratches from the brambles covering his arms, a dark smudge of sap smeared under one eye.
We're too dirty to even go inside to clean up – we have to hose off first. I run the hose over myself, then spray him down. I am already stripped to my briefs, and soon he shrugs out of his wet pants, revealing that he's wearing no underwear at all. He looks damn good, too. I hand the hose to him and he runs the water over his body, looking at me from under lowered lashes.
He sluices some of the dirt off his arms, his chest, rinses the sweat away. My mouth is watering by the time he gets to his cock. It grows under his hand, swelling, and that's all the invitation I need. In moments I'm on my knees in the wet grass, sucking him. He drops the hose, letting the water run, to push his hands through my hair.
I give him head until he moans and throws his head back, very close to coming. I ease off him because I have other ideas for that fat cock of his. Soon I'm bent over the lawn furniture, his fingers in my ass, his cock pressing against my thigh . . . and then he's inside me, sinking that thing deeper and deeper into my body as I groan at the invasion.
It feels good but almost too tight. I groan as I rock back against him. He reaches around and strokes my cock, squeezing and teasing. I pant, breath driven out of me as he fucks me silly, the sun beating down on both of us.
There's just something so animal, so fulfilling, so base and primal, about fucking outside. As my lover's dirty hands close on my shoulders, both of us nearing the peak, I know that it just doesn't get any better than this.
Rating: 0
16 Jan 2008 - Richard
Eurostyle
I'm touring Europe, wandering the streets and alleys of Paris with my private tour guide, James Jordan. It's a beautiful day, the bright French sun shining down on a city that is more beautiful than my wildest dreams. And the nights . . . the nights are wild, too.
I'd met him the night before, and he'd agreed to take me sightseeing. We wind up near the club we'd met at, wandering the alleys, which are tight and winding. We can hear the city all around us, but among the buildings we can't see what's around the next corner.
He finally leads me to a dead end. Only a few windows look down here. Some laundry hung out to dry flaps on a line. I hear music coming from somewhere, a brisk pop tune interspersed with improbable French rapping. I'm having an incredible time.
It gets even more incredible when he kisses me. We lean against a wall, crumbling plaster over brick. His tongue digs into my mouth, his hands are on my body. I can't say no to him. Soon he has his shirt off, even more tempting. I suck on his nipples, fondle his belly. My hand finds its way into his pants and teases his cock up. He moans, bites my lips, licks at my mouth.
His dick is big… very big. He's trimmed the hair down to nearly nothing – so much for Europeans being hairy! His skin is hot, and sticky with just a hint of sweat. I want him, badly.
I drop, eye to eye with all nine uncut inches of him, his beautiful naked balls, his fat head half-sheathed by his foreskin. I lick it, run my tongue around and under the skin, pull it back, suck on the head like a lollipop. He leans on the wall, staring down at me and panting. The sun comes down over the high roofs, stripes the walls. God, he's gorgeous in this light.
I worship his cock, tracing the veins with my tongue, tasting the honey that wells from his slit, nipping him with my teeth, pausing to stroke him with one slippery hand. He's dripping with drool. I spit on his cock, he laughs, grabs my chin and spits into my mouth. My cock gives a traitorous jerk and I spit it back onto him, rub it in with my cheek, then go back to giving him sloppy head.
He can't hold out long. Soon his dick is leaking in my mouth, and shortly after that it spurts thick jets of creamy come. I wring that big dick with my fist, thinking of how I'm going to have it in my ass soon.
Nobody's seen us, though we can hear traffic not far off. We might as well be alone.
My tour guide hauls me up. We head back to my hotel. He's showed me a lot, but now there are a few things I'd like to show him. . . .
Rating: 4
14 Jan 2008 - Johnson
Leather Laces
The time has come for the yearly (or so) trip to the leather store. My best pair of leather pants are pretty beat up, and I needed a new set.
Of course, Eric joined me for the venture. He loves to watch me dress in leather!
This time we made it out of the store before we had to grope all over each other. In fact, we were at a club, dancing our hearts out, before he really lost control.
I was wearing new leather pants. They lace up the front, so it's an especially sexy look, and as we danced, he kept stroking the lacings, which just got me hard . . . and it was really obvious in those pants! He wasn't the only one who noticed. In no time, a cute blonde had joined us on the floor, and was dancing with me from the front while Eric danced behind me.
I felt Eric's hands on my hips, sliding around to grope my boner, and I threw my head back, groaned. The blonde stepped in close and kissed me on the lips, very softly. I shivered.
Eric's breath was hot in my ear; his hands squeezed and milked my cock through my pants. Soon he was tugging at the laces and slipping his hand in. We danced like that, close enough together that I wasn't flashing the crowd, but it was still obvious we were up to no good. I panted with pleasure into the blonde's mouth. He reached down and slipped the laces looser, slid his hand in with Eric's to cup my balls. I could barely move to dance, eventually just stood there, swaying to the rhythm while they groped and kissed me.
Blondie pulled my cock out and with a quick twist, wrapped one of the lacings around the base and pulled it tight. My cock surged harder, jutting out. I was sure we'd get thrown out of the club any second.
I didn't care.
They both kissed me. Eric jerked the base of my cock while the blonde ran his hand over the tip, teasing, pleasuring. It was exhilarating, being the center of attention like this.
Soon it was more than I could stand. I begged the blonde to loosen the thong, and he did, and shortly after that I shook and shuddered and came in a twitching, sticky torrent all over his hand. Some of it dripped onto my new pants, some of it dripped on the floor.
They both kissed me, and then I excused myself to go clean up. When I came back, they were dancing together, and I knew we'd wind up going home together. We did, and wound up having a hell of a night, but that's another story.
Rating: 4
11 Jan 2008 - Johnson
Cock Slave
When I fantasize about rugged men with lots of body hair, one name comes to the top of the list over and over: Randy Manroot. I don't know, I just have a thing for him. I think it's the bald head and the furry body. I just want to be his cock-hungry fuck puppet.
In my fantasy, he's wearing nothing but a pair of black leather boots and a big grin, and he's got his cock all the way down my throat already. I'm on my back on a leather-upholstered bench, my head tipped back, and he's working it down my gullet, pinching my nipples. His hairy balls are right against my nose.
It's not easy to take a cock that big; it's ten inches if it's one. But I make a real effort because I know if I please him, then he'll stick it in my ass.
He's already got me playing with myself, one hand on my dick, the other digging two fingers into my ass, readying myself for his huge shaft. There's no way I can be ready, though, I know that.
Even when he gives me a butt plug to work up there, I still don't think it's enough. I get it in, working it up there slowly as he pumps my mouth with his cock. I twist and push and it slips in, making me moan, making my hard cock jerk. He strokes my chest, fucks my mouth like it was my ass, and waits for me to adjust. Now and then he reaches down, squeezes my balls, and pushes against the toy, teasing me.
This goes on for what feels like forever, until he declares that I'm ready, and he makes me turn around, put my ass up for him. I have to squeeze the toy out into his hand. He spits in my ass, then mounts up in those ass-stomping boots and guides his dick into my ass.
Now, I'm warmed up but it still feels enormous, bigger than I was ready for, so I cry out. He grabs my hair, and I moan, then he shoves in, the head, the shaft, all disappearing. The amazing thing about taking a cock that big is just how long it feels going in and sliding out again, and again, and again.
I'm dizzy before too long, panting, shoving back. His hairy body rubs against mine as he leans over me, jerking my cock. Our sweat slides together. His cock in my ass feels gargantuan. I yelp every time he hits bottom. I am, at that moment, his little bitch.
He comes first. He pulls out, shoots all over my ass. He rubs the mess around, then flips me, jerks my cock, leans in to kiss me until I cum, gushing through his fingers and all over myself.
I'd do anything he told me to do, and he knows it. I can only imagine what he's going to ask me to do next.
Rating: 4
9 Jan 2008 - Roger
Doggie Style
While cleaning out some old boxes of junk, I found a bunch of accessories from Halloween parties past.
One of them was a black leather collar complete with a silver buckle and a D-ring, the kind you buy for a big dog. I won't go into the party I'd originally bought it for, but I will say that Eric was very interested in seeing me wear it.
Didn't take much for him to talk me into it. What I hadn't expected is that he'd dig out the matching leash and insist on that, too.
Once he got me down to the collar and nothing else (he, of course, was still in his clothes), he snapped the leash to the collar and gave me a tug. I protested but he caught me in a kiss, then turned me around, smacked my ass, and proceeded to take me on a "walk" around the house.
I humored him, mostly on a whim, but . . . yeah, by the time we got back to the bedroom, I was hard.
"Bad doggie," he said, and pointed to the bed. "Sit."
I was still feeling like humoring him, so I sat.
"Want a treat?" he asked, producing his cock, which he proceeded to stroke in front of my face.
I nodded, of course. His cock is delicious, and I always want to taste it.
He let me suck it, pushing it in and out of my mouth, rubbing it on my tongue, my cheeks. He kept one fist on the leash. Most of the time I could forget it was there, but when he told me to turn around, I knew I was in trouble.
"You want to get fucked like a little bitch?" he demanded.
I glared at him over my shoulder.
"Come on. Beg for me. Be a good dog. Beg!"
Hell. I was not going to beg. The game had gone far enough. But then he pushed his fingers into my ass, finding just the right spot, and I moaned, put my head down. I'm proud, but I have to admit that by the time he climbed up behind me I was begging like a bitch. I was begging for his huge cock, and that's what I got.
He pushed the head of it into me slowly, so that I felt it slip past the muscles and slide deep into my ass. My own cock jumped, surged. He dragged on the leash and I pushed back on him. It's no mean feat, taking a cock that size in the ass. I am extremely proud I manage to do it on a regular basis.
He fucked me hard and fiercely, pulled out and came all over my ass. Then he rolled me in the mess, jerked me off, leaned down and licked my cock until I gushed all over his hand and my own belly.
"Good boy," he said.
"Fuck you," I laughed. "You're wearing this collar next time."
Rating: 2.67
8 Jan 2008 - Peter
Alpha
I don't know if it's the direct stare, the sexy bald head, or the bad-boy facial hair, but Vin Nolan makes my knees weak. Check out this set of pictures, where he's just lounging around the house. This guy takes an ordinary setting and makes it smoking hot just by adding his hot body and his huge dick.
Take a look at the way it lolls against his rippled abs, just waiting for you to pounce on it like the tiger tattoo he has on his lean and yummy right hip. Take a look at the just-hairy-enough balls and torso, his manly thighs, the way he stares at the camera as if in challenge.
This guy is in control, no doubt about that.
It's a huge set, too. There were tons of shots of his magnificent rock-hard cock in all its enormous glory. And there were some shots of his surprisingly pretty ass, too. He's built perfectly: not too lean, not too muscled, just perfectly in between, sexy and strong.
Go check it out and then come back and tell me if there is anyplace you would not want him to fuck you. I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't let him do to me!
Rating: 2
4 Jan 2008 - Johnson
Shower Stalling
Sometimes I can't resist making Eric late to work. I came out of the shower this morning just as he was going in. I shaved in the sink while he soaped up, and I couldn't miss the sight of him washing his gorgeous body behind the curtain, soaping up his arms, his chest, his belly, that wonderful cock.
I also couldn't miss how his dick started standing up to attention as he soaped it. He's always randy in the morning, and this was no exception.
I finished my shaving, then stepped back in the shower with him. I slid up behind him and grabbed his soapy cock as he protested. The protesting died as I jerked him and squeezed him, feeling his thick shaft harden in my hands. Soon he was gasping, the water bouncing off his chest, running down his body and over my hands. Everything felt hot and wet.
I licked his shoulder, tasted soap, shampoo. He turned to kiss me, and his tongue was cooler than the shower water, yet still melting-point hot. Water sizzled on both of us. His cock was still in my hand. I didn't want to turn loose of it.
I crouched in the tub, jerked him with my fist, rinsing the soap away and savoring the feel of his flesh in my hand. Water sheeted down his body. His hair was slicked back and sleek. He looked like a well-endowed statue.
He is real flesh though, and I'm a lucky guy. I leaned in and sucked him. His cock tasted like water, like clean flesh. I ran my fingers through his slicked-down pubic hair, played with his hot, wet balls. He turned the water down and leaned on the towel rack, and I just sucked him down.
The steam swirled around us. He was hunched over, panting. My own cock was stiff. I soaped up a hand and jerked myself, timing my strokes to the rhythm of my mouth on his cock, pleasuring myself. His cock is so big anyway, and in the heat it seemed to have swollen even bigger. I swear I could barely manage it!
He humped his hips forward. I slid another soapy hand up his thigh, played my fingertips around his asshole, gently probing, then sliding away, then probing again. He moaned in frustration and I pushed deep, sliding two fingers into his ass, and I felt his cock stiffen even more, felt it throb as his balls squeezed tighter against his body.
I knew I was on the right track. I finger-fucked his asshole, sucked him hard, banging the head of his cock into my throat so hard I nearly choked. But he came in nothing flat, flooding my mouth so I spluttered and coughed, spilling the rest of his load onto my already wet face and chest. He pulled me up, kissed me.
"I'm going to be late to work," he said.
I put his hand on my cock. "If you're going to be late already, I have one more thing for you to do. . . ."
Rating: 2
2 Jan 2008 - Richard
Hard Ware
As luck would have it, I had to fix a few things around the house this week, and I wound up at the hardware store, being helped by this hot young stud named Jake. Now, you know how, with some guys, you can tell they're hung just by how they walk? Well, Jake was one of these guys.
He didn't walk, he swaggered, he strutted, and I was convinced he had a cock like a mule's by the time he'd taken me back to where they cut window glass.
I watched him work the glass-cutting machine, admiring his tight ass under his tight jeans, watching his arms flex. He was cute – dark hair, dark eyes, college-boy smile, and just a little fuzz on his chin. And he knew I was flirting with him. How could he miss it? I'm not really good at "subtle."
Well, I wound up coming back later that day, just before closing, to get a few more things I'd forgotten, and he volunteered to help me find the stuff before the store shut down. We wound up back near the glass again for glazing points, and before I knew it, he'd pressed up behind me and was kissing my neck.
I was open to the idea! We wound up in the glass-cutting area, which was separated by a counter area on one side, the wall on another, and shelves. Nobody could see us unless they were right up on us. I leaned against the machine as he pulled his cock out, and was not surprised to see I was right.
It was huge, not so much extra-long as extra-thick. It looked as thick as his wrist almost, and stuck out of a mass of curly, dark hair. I had to have it in my mouth, so I dropped and sucked him off right there, with only the counter half-blocking the view. I had to really stretch my mouth around it, my jaw ached and the roof of my mouth felt bruised, but I managed to get it all the way down.
I was so proud of myself. It's really not easy to swallow a dick that big. I was so turned on, though, I hardly thought about it.
He fucked my face, holding both hands in my hair, pumping that delicious, enormous cock between my lips until I was drooling all over myself, my cock so hard in my jeans I thought it'd rip the fabric. His pre-cum was sticky and slick in the back of my mouth. When he came, he arched forward and flooded my tongue with gushing jets of juice.
I climbed up and kissed him, sharing the taste, and then he was sliding down. It was my turn . . . .
Rating: 4
