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
31 Dec 2007 - Peter
Dream House
This 20-year-old Brazilian-born babe has just the cock I was dying for the other day.
I was really in the mood to screw a Latin hottie, and when I came across his pics, I knew he was the one I'd be thinking about for days to come. I wasn't wrong. I even got lucky enough to have a pretty nasty dream about him.
We were both working on a construction site in the blistering sun. I was rubbing my pasty-white shoulders down with sunscreen, when he stepped up to help me. Those strong dark hands rubbed it into my back and arms, then slid under my shirt to rub my chest, my belly, to tease my nipples, slide down to the front of my pants, where he squeezed my suddenly very-hard cock.
Now, because this was a dream, the house we were building was half-finished, and it had a bedroom, so that is where we ended up, on a rather nice bed, but with no roof, and the sun baking down on us.
We stripped our clothes off and he rubbed full-length against me, his lean, dark body pressed against mine. My cock was hard as nails, and pressed against his. He jerked us both in one hand, tempting lips held close to mine. His kiss was smoldering. My cock felt huge, aching, hard.
I rolled over, pushed him down underneath me, and worked my cock into his ass as he held his legs up for me. His tight ass squeezed around my cock, and I kept a fist around his dick so I could feel it throb and twitch as I pumped into him. I love jerking a stiff dick.
I fucked him, then pulled out and dropped to suck his cock, stood up to fuck him again. I was driving him nuts. Myself, too. Half the time I was buried to the nuts in his ass, half the time I had that magnificent, huge cock in my mouth. He was writhing on the bed, digging up handfuls of the sheets, and begging me alternately not to stop fucking him and not to take my mouth off his cock.
Finally, he shot a sticky load all over my hands, that wonderful dick of his jumping and spurting in my fists, spraying jizz all over his belly. I rubbed it in, then pumped away at his ass until I was going to cum. He slid down and was sucking me when I came.
Of course, that's when I woke up, making a terrible mess of my shorts, but it was still worth it. It was a damn good dream!
Rating: 4
28 Dec 2007 - Peter
Rough Sex
Eric's pushy when he wants to fuck. And sometimes, if I'm not immediately keen on the idea, he'll push me around until I change my mind. It's like he can smell it on me – he knows what I need before I do, and he always knows when I'm in the mood, even when I think I'm not.
Hell, sometimes he does it before I'm even awake!
I woke up this morning to him brandishing his cock in my face. What a sight! The sunlight melted on his skin. His hair was a mess from sleeping on it all night; he was grinning with his cock in his fist. He looked like a god of sex, pure trouble, bad news.
He rubbed that huge thing over my lips, then grabbed me crudely by the hair and yanked my head around so I could suck him. I had my head tilted back, and he knelt behind my head so he could work his cock into my mouth and down my throat. At that angle, I had little control of how deeply he went, and I sputtered and choked as he started fucking my mouth. The swollen head of his cock seemed to take up all the room in my mouth, shoving my tongue out of the way, making it hard to breathe when he pushed too deep.
His hands stroked over my body, he pinched my nipples hard and then reached down to slap my stiffening dick. I murmured in protest and his hand closed over me, pulling. I arched up and he pushed forward, burying more of his cock in my mouth.
As hard as it was to take him down, I knew he wouldn't stop there. He was going to have my ass. I had no doubt about that.
My stiffened dick had no conscience, didn't care that it didn't seem like he was in the mood to give me pleasure. All he wanted was to take.
He turned me over after a while, brutally probed my ass with his fingers while I squirmed with my hard-on digging into the blankets. He hauled my ass up, spanked it, spat in it, pulled my cheeks apart and angled his dick in until the head of his cock was shoved against my ass.
"Fuck yourself on it," he said, making me take that first step, making me back onto it. That's always the hardest part: getting it in. This time I wasn't as ready as usual, and it hurt a little. When I gasped, he just pushed again, leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You'd better just open up and take it. I can tell you fucking love it, your dick's hard as steel. Go on. Back onto me. Fuck yourself on me."
So I did, feeling every inch of that enormous thing vanishing inside me. I felt like a slave to his cock, like I would do anything if he would just keep it inside me, use me. Just knowing I had taken him all in was dizzying. It's always hard to believe it when you have a big cock in your ass. It never feels quite possible.
We fucked until we were both worn out, fucked until I was sore. It was really something, starting the day out with that well-fucked ache instead of ending it. All I could think about all day long as I went about my business was his dick in my mouth, in my ass, owning me. . . .
I suppose that was probably the point.
Rating: 4
27 Dec 2007 - Johnson
Shower Fantasy
Normally I hate being hit on at the gym, but I've been dying for Carlos to hit on me for weeks. When I first discovered he went to the same gym I did, I changed my hours to have a better chance of getting to see him, and I wasn't disappointed. I got eyeful after eyeful of his amazing body.
One day, as we're both showering off, I realize that we're alone in the gym's small locker room. The water seems loud as he walks over and slides his soapy hands over my back. I turn to face him and we kiss.
It's not long before I feel his massive cock pressing against my stomach. I know this is going to end with me fucking him, but by God, right now I can't think of anything I want more than to have that huge cock in my mouth.
I drop to my knees, soap in my hand, and start sucking him while I work up some lather. Then I wrap both hands around his cock and stroke it. The slippery flesh feels obscene between my palms. I press it, roll it, stroke it, toying with it, the thickness of it, the veiny flesh, the soft, spongy head.
Then I stand him in the water, let him rinse it, and I suck it again, the wet flesh tasting clean except for the end where I can taste salt already. I soap up his balls, his ass, his belly, stroking his magnificent muscles as I use my mouth to service his magnificent cock.
By the time he's ready to shoot, I'm ready to swallow it. I put a sticky, soapy fist around his cock, slide two fingers into his lathered ass, and play with him that way until he cums. Hot white ropes shoot out of him, a shower of come, and splatter my face, my chest, my thighs. He shudders, spent, and leans against the wall as the water slows to a trickle.
My cock is hard, and the locker room is silent. We're still alone. . . .
Rating: 3
21 Dec 2007 - Johnson
Boss Man
I love Marc Williams, and I'm not afraid to admit that – he's got a gorgeous body, a gorgeous face, and a prizewinning cock – but it wasn't until I saw that Corey Koons is in this scene that I was sure it'd be a great one.
See, nobody sucks cock like Corey. Here, Marc plays the boss of a lube distribution company, and Corey is doing some serious sucking up in the boss' private office. Marc just grabs his hair and yanks him back and forth like a dirty little fuck puppet, and Corey loves it. He never misses a stroke.
He loves sucking cock, you can tell, and Marc has a hell of a cock to suck – ten inches long and black as midnight in a mineshaft.
He loves getting fucked, too, and nobody takes cock in the ass like Corey. He gets bent over the desk and has every inch of that scary thing shoved into his lucky ass, and he fucking loves it.
A special treat are the from-below shots where you can see Corey's hard cock jerking, the jewelry hanging from the end glinting in the light. He thanks his big black boss and begs him for more, moaning like the greedy little pig he is.
I don't want to spoil anything, but holy god, the cumshot! He starts spurting pre-cum before he even touches his cock to jerk it. That's how into it he is. And Marc's cumshot is amazing, too. Watching it trickle down Corey's ass . . . VERY hot.
Not a scene you'd want to miss!
Rating: 4
19 Dec 2007 - Peter
Going-Down Payment
So there I was last week, stuck in a bind because I had to make my car payment, but my bank screwed up the auto-deposit on my paycheck, delaying it for several days. I needed to come up with $350.
"I can pay you back," I told Eric. He was glad to lend it to me, but he only had $210, which left me $140 in the lurch.
"I'll ask Stephan if he has it," Eric said when I called him at lunch. Stephan works in one of the other offices on Eric's floor, and they're pretty good friends. We've gone out a few times together and hit it off pretty well.
To my surprise, Stephan walked in behind Eric that evening. I knew something was up, because they were grinning like they'd just told the cleverest joke in the world right outside my hearing.
"He'll lend me the cash to lend to you," Eric said. "But I have to earn it. Which means you have to help me."
"What. He wants us to wash his Jeep?" I grinned innocently.
Eric just hauled me into the bedroom and smacked my ass. "Trust me. You'll like this."
I won't lie. When Stephan came in and kissed Eric, I felt a stab of jealousy. But that's what makes it so exciting to share. It was also really hot. You all know how gorgeous Eric is, but Stephan is not bad at all. He has those darkly handsome, European good looks from some exotic grandparent, but his eyes are blue. He's not quite as tall as Eric, and not quite as heavyset, which was why the cock he produced took me totally by surprise.
I should have known; Eric has a nose for big dicks almost as keen as mine. Still, I goggled at the size of it, and when Eric knelt to suck it, I just stared in amazement until he gestured me to come over.
I did, dropping to my knees and staring hypnotically at it. The thing was obscenely thick, and long enough that Eric needed both hands to really work it over. I lent him a hand, and a mouth, once the surprise wore off.
The two of us sucked him while he stared down and made the occasional suggestion. I should have felt cheap, I guess, but I just felt horny as hell. It was like the best of both worlds. I love watching Eric suck cock, and I love doing it myself, and here we were both tending to this massive member. It really was a two-man job.
Eric jerked it into my mouth, milking out tasty droplets of pre-cum. I pushed down on that veiny, rigid shaft until I all but choked on it, then traded with Eric, who devoured it greedily right down to my fingers.
We took turns, spelling one another when we ran out of breath, and Stephan was climbing the walls in no time. Eric, considerate bastard, left me to take the cumshot as he slipped around to put his tongue in Stephan's ass. That massive cock twitched and throbbed, took on a life of its own as it hosed me down with jet after sticky jet of molten cum.
I am pretty sure by the time the three of us were done sucking each other, Stephan had gotten his money's worth. I haven't paid him back yet, because I'm seriously thinking about seeing if I can work out a payment plan.
With interest, of course!
Rating: 4.5
19 Dec 2007 - Johnson
Think Twink!
Normally I like my guys a bit rough and tumble, the manly type, but I have to admit that a hot twink is hot like nothing else. Rodd Ryder has that indefinable something that makes him irresistible.
Maybe it's his air of good-boy innocence, maybe it's the way his body is lean but perfectly toned and touchable. Maybe it's his startlingly large cock, which seems oversized on a guy as slim as he is.
Whatever it is, it makes him fuckable as hell.
His solo set is smoking hot, his soft, young innocence contrasts beautifully with the harsh industrial background. The lighting is beautiful, the shots are great, and, hell, he's just plain hot. I mean, here he is, this cuter-than-hell guy-next-door type, the sort of kid you might pay twenty five bucks to if he'd mow your lawn, and he's offering up his gorgeous young body for your enjoyment.
What's not to love?
There's plenty of pictures showcasing his gorgeous body, and lots of shots of his pretty cock and pretty face for you to drool over. I've already come up with a list of the top 10 things I'd do to him if I had half an hour alone, and I can tell you, there's a gleam in his eye that tells me he'd enjoy all of it!
Rating: 4
14 Dec 2007 - Richard
Dungeon Dreams
This video clip starts with two muscled men in a close clench, kissing one another passionately. Their bodies, one light, one dark, rub against each other. Nick Piston, in black leather boots and a gas mask pushed up on his head, drops to take leather-clad Erik Hunter's massive black meat into his mouth.
It's a dreamy scene; with a minimal soundtrack and a minimal industrial/dungeon set . . . both men look their dreamy best, too, especially Erik, who is in top form. Nick is amazing, too; he seems to have no trouble at all with that huge black cock. He drools and makes a huge mess all over Erik's cock. He gives it a worshiping that Erik will probably never forget, offering up his mouth and then his ass to it.
When Erik lays Nick back and pushes into his ass, the look on Nick's face is one of pure ecstasy. The fuck that follows is brutal, hard, and fast, and obviously delivered just the way Nick likes it – he spends a lot of it jerking off. From the opening shot, to the grand finale, this is a work of art. You won't want to miss it!
Rating: 4
12 Dec 2007 - Johnson
Pool Boys
I can't decide if he's checking me out or not, but I know I'm looking at him. I go through the whole routine of checking out the pool while he watches me, cleaning the filters, skimming out the leaves, checking on the equipment, cleaning the tile . . . all of that. He's still learning the ropes.
This particular house is set way back from its neighbors', and the owners are away for the afternoon. We're all alone. I take a little more time with this one, letting him see exactly how I do everything, running through it two or three times if that's what it takes. I have to train him up, don't I?
And the truth is that it's not a chore. He's cute and friendly, his charming Aussie accent cheering me up. He smells like sun block and sweat, a good smell. And he's definitely checking me out.
We're going to get busted but I don't care. I pull him against me, kiss him, and then we're melting all over each other, job forgotten, as I decide to see how much I need to teach him about fucking.
Not much, as it turns out. He's well-equipped for one thing, that meaty seven and a half inch uncut tool sticking out of his blue uniform pants. And for another, he's done this before. No amateur ever sucked cock like this.
We do each other in turn. He sits on the clients' wooden chaise and lowers his mouth on my cock, sucking with even, hard pressure. He's stripped his shirt off and is turned to the side slightly, his cock in his fist while he jerks it. My mouth is watering just watching him.
He's drooling, too. All over my cock. I pump my hips forward, letting him deep-throat me, until I can't take it any more. I come, and it shoots all over his chest, drips down. I rub it in like lotion, then get down to suck him . . . his straining eager cock feeling fat and heavy between my lips. I moan around a mouthful of him, take him in as far as I can.
I know I'm going to get to fuck him later, but I think it's better to save that until we aren't on the job. For now, I focus on bringing him off fast, enjoying having this hot young Aussie stud under my power.
When he comes, it sprays all over his belly, messily. I rub it in, thinking about all the things I can still teach him today, all the things we still have to do.
I have no idea where we'll find the time, but I'm sure we can work it all in.
Rating: 2.5
7 Dec 2007 - Johnson
Try This on for Size
The first ring is too big, the second is too small, but the third, like Goldilocks, is just right. I slip the leather band around his cock and balls and snap it tight, then stroke his pole with one spit-smeared hand to watch it achieve its full, monstrous glory.
Eric is hung like a mule, but when he puts a cockring on it's even more impressive. His flesh turns a livid purple, the head of his cock swells to a shiny plum color, his balls are tight and shiny under the hair.
Moisture beads around the opening of his cock, and I tease it with a finger, pushing the tip of my finger against him, sliding it down to that sensitive spot just under the head. He moans, pushes forward, his hands in my hair. I suck him, that hard flesh sliding over my lips, swollen with blood and so hot.
When he lays me down and puts it into me, I have to hang on to the edge of the bed. It's not that much bigger, but even a little extra width feels like a lot when we're talking about a cock that big to begin with.
I adore serving him this way, using my body to give homage to his cock, to satisfy him, and he's more like a god than ever with the ring on. I can barely manage to breathe; he's pummeling my ass so hard. God, it's glorious!
He leans over me on those muscular arms, kisses me, whispers lewdly in my ear.
"You like me fucking your tight little ass, little brat? You like my big, fat cock?"
God, yes, I love it, but it's almost too big! I'm walking that fine line between pleasure and pain, lust and fear. When he really gets going with that thing, it's always like this. It'd be so easy for him to get carried away and hurt me.
But there comes a point where it feels so good I just don't care.
My groaning is my prayer to him. I'm praying he won't stop, will give me more and more until I am filled up, until I split or explode. I know my ass is milking his magnificent cock. Sweat has sprung to his body, and he's moaning, driving into me with a deliberate force that tells me he's savoring the way my body reacts to him.
I have my small revenge . . . no matter how he fucks me with that ring on, he's not going to cum. So he's torturing himself, too. And he gives out first.
"I have to," he pants. "I'm going to cum."
I make him wait, make him drive into me until I get off. He jerks me until I spurt on his hand, lost in pleasure, his huge cock filling me like one of the pillars of heaven itself. Then he's pulled the ring off and is hammering into me fit to burst.
When he cums, I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. We're a perfect fit, Eric and I. Not too big, not too small; just right.
Yes, just right.
Rating: 4
5 Dec 2007 - Richard
Movie Time
When Eric said he wanted to catch a movie, I didn't figure he had something dirty in mind. But once we were in the theater, way in back, with all the lights down, he started getting ideas.
He pulled my hand over and rested it on his cock. I jumped a little. He'd taken it out. In the flicker of the screen I could just see how big it was. He slouched down in his seat, thrusting it out for me to grab on to.
I settled in to watch the movie and jerk him off, intending to tease him, but I hadn't counted on just what his cock does to me. That hard cock, the skin gliding over it so sensually, the thick veins, the softer head slick with his honey . . . it was irresistible. I could smell the tang of his pre-cum, even, the musky aroma of his body.
There's just something maddening about having a huge cock in your fist, and not being able to do a damn thing about it. I've never wanted to get fucked so badly in my life. By the time we left that theater, only half through the movie, even my ass was aching, I was so ready to have him inside me.
We got to the car. That's as far as we got. The parking lot was pretty dark, and it was late; there weren't many people around. I shoved him against the driver's side door and dropped to my knees, wrestled his cock out of his pants and started sucking him hard and fast right there.
It's a lot of work, managing his cock. The thickness of it, the size – it's not an easy job, and it's very messy. I always wind up drooling all over myself. Not romantic, no, but it's so fucking hot when I'm sucking him and the taste is just so delicious I can't keep my mouth from watering.
When he finally came, it overflowed my mouth and ran down my chin. I all but choked on it. Then he was hauling me up while I was still spluttering and kissing me, smearing the mess on my face, groping me.
He shoved me into the car, climbed in after me. My poor cock was still hard . . . it was a long, long drive home!
Rating: 4
3 Dec 2007 - Richard
Shooter
Gabriel's won the third round of pool, and I'm about to forfeit my bet money, all $350 of it. But he's offered me another option: work it off by fucking him until he's satisfied.
I'm not stupid, so I go for it. What more could I ask for?
I kiss him, shoving him against the table, feeling his sculpted torso through his white shirt. His body is lean and hard, his cock already stiff in his jeans. I take it out, all eight and a half uncut inches of it. It's heavy in my palm. I bounce it in my hand, squeeze it, then drop to my knees to take it in my mouth.
If I'm gonna have to satisfy him, I want to get a head start, so to speak. I make sure he feels how eager and wet my mouth is for him. His cock is so massive it fills my mouth completely. I have no idea how I'm managing to squeeze that much flesh into my mouth.
With slow strokes and lots of squeezing of his balls, I work him up to excitement, playing with him, keeping him on the edge. I get my fingers in his ass, and he loves it, spreading his legs and letting me finger fuck him until his cock is stiff and quivering.
Now, there is nothing I love more than fondling a hard dick while I have my cock buried in some prime ass, so I don't waste any time pushing him back on the pool table and working my dick into him slowly, an inch at a time.
I swear that cock of his gets bigger as I do it; it swells and throbs, jerks and flops this way and that, like it has a mind of its own.
I fuck his ass with hard strokes. He hauls me down to kiss me, his cock sandwiched against my belly. I jerk it, one fist wrapped around him and pumping him, his cock squeezing me as I squeeze his mammoth dick.
He loves it, is writhing with pleasure, my cock buried so far into him he's moaning constantly into my mouth. He comes, and the sudden gush of come over my hand, slicking his huge dick, covering his belly, is enough to send me off. His ass squeezes my cock and I pull out just in time to launch a thick load over his back, all the way up to his shoulder.
He squeezes my ass, purrs in my ear. "Not done yet, are you? You still have a couple hundred dollars to work off!"
Rating: 4
30 Nov 2007 - Johnson
Alexander
I had a rough night the other night. Couldn't sleep. Too many memories of old lovers coursing through my head. I got up, fixed myself a brandy Alexander, and settled into my favorite chair with a book.
Eric noticed, of course, and came out. "Tell me what's bothering you," he pleaded.
So I told him about the guy I was thinking about – Alexander, hence the drink I was having.
And while I reminisced about old times, Eric dropped to his knees and pulled out my cock, started gently stroking and licking it, listening carefully to every word.
I told him about Alexander's cock. He was hung, and not cut. He wasn't the first uncut cock I've ever had, but he was one of them, and I was still really excited by it. I loved playing with it, like the extra skin made it that much cooler to have such a huge, masculine organ in my fist. I'd thought it was sexy as hell, and I'd loved to suck him, feel his skin slip and slide, smooth and slippery, between my lips. I'd loved how it'd wrinkled, folded, slid around. I'd loved how red his cock head was underneath it.
Eric nursed my cock like the last drink of the evening, intent on finishing me slow, giving me time to finish my tale.
He'd been into risky sex – public stuff, when he thought we could get away with it. The closest we ever came to getting caught was in an empty freezer in a grocery store. Not a very sexy place, but we couldn't resist and it was an incredible fuck. Another time, we fucked in the bed of his truck, right in a public park, past curfew. Sometimes I missed the buzz.
Mostly I missed his cock, so big, so hard, seemed like it was always hard. I missed worshipping it, slathering my tongue over that uncut salami and savoring his flavor when he finally gifted me with his spurting cum.
I missed cumming on him, all over his belly, his ass, his face. I missed jerking off with him, cumming all over his cock, only to watch him shoot his own load.
Eric listened to me tell all of this, keeping me hard and aching the whole time. Then, after I told him how Alex had left to start a career in another state, and I hadn't seen him since, he lay his head on my thigh, ran his hand over my chest.
"But I'm happy to be with you now," I said, pulling him up. He kissed me, his tongue searching for my own as he jerked me. I came in his expert hand, all over my belly, and got to watch him lick it from his fingers like cream. He led me back to bed, lay me down, and made damn sure I was relaxed enough to sleep. I must have spent another hour making sure HIS huge cock was satisfied.
The one that got away might grow in the retelling, but it's not nearly as good as the one you have in your hand.
Rating: 4
28 Nov 2007 - Richard
Fresh Meat
I love it when a hot new stud makes me sit up and take notice.
This month, Ricardo is that stud. I can't get enough of him. I don't know what it is – his handsome Latin looks, his perfect skin, his delicious body, his mouthwatering uncut cock . . . well, maybe it's the whole package.
I imagine him dressed in leather in some sleazy sex club. I'm the lucky one who gets to come over and polish his belt buckle with my tongue. I drop to my knees in front of the envious crowd and I lick his belt buckle, the front of his leather pants. He thrusts his hips forward and I trace the outline of his cock with my tongue.
It's big. I can tell that without even being able to see it. He grabs my hair and grinds his crotch against my face. I bite his cock through the leather, rub my face on it. I don't have to be able to understand him to know when he tells me to take it out. We're not speaking the same language, but I know exactly what he wants.
I use my teeth as much as I can, and it's easier than you might think to get his cock out. It's so big and hard it pushes its way out as soon as I have the buttons undone. The color of it matches his tanned, golden skin, delicious-looking. I rub my mouth over it, lean in and plant my tongue at the base, lick all the way up his shaft. His cock jumps under my attentions. It's hot, the skin is smooth over his iron-hard flesh.
I suck the head, drooling, play with his foreskin. I love uncut dicks. The crowd stares in envy. I can see the motion out of the corner of my eye as they jostle and grope their hard-ons.
Ricardo pulls me up. There's a convenient couch nearby – leather, of course. He pushes me down over it, and soon I have his tongue in my ass, and shortly after that, his fingers. He's good, damn good, pulling my cock back, jerking it, licking my balls, until I am climbing the walls, ready to go off.
When he works it into me, that's when I have new respect for how hung he is. That thing is big enough to make me gasp and wince. It stretches my asshole, and I find myself panting and groaning as he works it in deep.
God, that's not all of it either. As he fucks me, it goes in further and further with each stroke until when his hips hit mine, there's a round of applause, appreciative groans. I'm sweating, panting, shoving back on him. Huge, yes, all-consuming, magnificent. It's all I want. All I need. I pound back on him and he meets me with savage strokes.
His fist closes around my cock, twists and pumps me. His cock hammers into me. We go at it in a fog of sweat and hormones until he pulls out, rolls me to my back. We jerk off together – actually, we jerk one another off. I stroke him, his fist pumps me. I cum first, I can't help it, looking at his gorgeous face. My cum spills over his hand, and moments later, his gushes out after it spilling onto my belly.
Yes, he definitely has what it takes to get me going!
Rating: 4
23 Nov 2007 - Johnson
Sotto Voce
All I have of him is the phone, a thready connection at best. I call and he answers, and the sound of his voice shoots straight to my cock. All I have been able to think about all day is how much I miss his body.
"I miss you," I tell him. "I'm so hard for you."
"I haven't had a blowjob in days," he replies.
I agree. "I'm about to go out of my mind."
If I were there, if I were there I'd take my time, rubbing my hand over the bulge in his boxers until it swelled, until the fabric tented as his cock strained against it. He's so big, before it's even all the way hard it's finding a way out. I would tug the waistband down, watch as his massive pole, thick with veins and flushed purple, slipped out. I'd run my hand over it, stroking it gently, then squeezing, milking it, collaring it around the base to trap the blood and make him even harder.
"Put your mouth on me," he pants. The phone connects us though we're miles away, but the true connection is lust. I can feel it, like he's in the room with me. I swear I can taste him. The salt of him. He's been working out. I can smell it.
I imagine the slow slide down his body, that first moment when my lips meet his cock. I close my eyes and press a kiss to the end of it. I love him. I worship his cock. I want to devour him, take him as far inside me as it can go, but at the same time I want to savor this, enjoy it for all its worth.
The tissues of his cockhead are spongy and softer, and when I suck on him they swell to fill my mouth. He's so sensitive just under the tip, his breath always catches. I can hear him doing that on the phone, that little hitch in his breathing, and I know he's touching himself. I have my hand in my pants, stroking my own shaft to the rhythm I imagine using on him.
"I'll take you all the way down," I pant. "All the way."
That's where I want him, my nose pressed against his belly, unable to breathe because he's filling me, choking me, having to struggle to swallow his pre-cum, my spit, because I'm drooling like mad at the taste of him.
I hear him come, the gasp, then the low, un-pretty grunt. God, it's sexy. I imagine sucking the cum out of him, feeling it trail over my tongue, spurt into my throat. I can remember the taste so clearly that my mouth thinks I feel it, my nose is thick with the remembered scent of his cum.
I come, too, pulsing into my own lonely fist.
A few minutes later, a few pleasantries, and I'm holding a dead line in my hand. I'm sticky and alone. But I swear when I close my eyes he's right there. I can smell him. Taste him. Feel him.
Rating: 4
21 Nov 2007 - Richard
Long Slow Blowjob
Not the kind you're thinking. It's a drink, equal parts sloe gin and amaretto and Irish cream, topped with a dash of whipped cream. And it's what foxy bartender Liam offered me the night my last boyfriend gave me marching orders.
"Try this. It's new," he said, plonking the shot glass in front of me. "You have to drink it, with no hands."
Now, anytime a handsome Irishman tells me to do anything involving your mouth and no hands, I know better than to decline. So I gave it my best, wrapping my lips around the shot glass, then leaning back to bolt the whole thing. It left me with whipped cream on my lips and Liam with a smile.
He kept my spirits up flirting with me until closing time, and when time came to settle out the tab, I belatedly realized that my boyfriend had raided my wallet for cash before booting me. My credit card was maxed out.
"It's okay," Liam said. "We'll work it out. Just stick around."
So I did, eyeing the tall, darkly handsome guy as he collected the night's dirty glasses and tips. Liam was black Irish, which is to say he wasn't a blonde or a redhead. He had fair skin and iron-black hair, with penetrating grey eyes. A gorgeous guy. So when he proposed a trade – blowjob for blowjob – I knew what he meant, and I agreed.
He let me behind the bar and I knelt on the floor while he took his cock out.
It was big, thrusting up out of a bush of thick, black hair. I sucked him rolling the head of his cock on my tongue, teasing him, sucking on his foreskin, nibbling him a little. I was just so glad his flirting hadn't been fake! He kept a hand in my hair and breathed encouragement in that silky, sexy accent of his while I pleasured him.
There's nothing more pleasurable than a blowjob, and to me, that includes giving as well as getting. I was loving worshipping his fat cock, showing him exactly what I knew how to do.
"Why'd he kick you out again?" Liam gasped as I did something clever with my tongue. I didn't answer, just got my fingers into his ass and teased him along, pressing his prostate as I deep-throated his cock. He obviously appreciated my technique; he was all but panting, body shuddering as he headed for what felt like a much-needed release.
His knees wobbled, he had to lean against the bar, and suddenly his cock throbbed. I pulled back and jerked him, let it gush all over me. Most of it ended up on my shirt and the floor.
I wound up cumming back several times to even up the score – I'd drunk several blowjobs that night, and he kept careful track of how much I had left to go. And when my debt was paid, we even went out a few times, taking things a lot further, but that's another story for another time.
Let's just say that any night that starts and ends with a blowjob can't be a total loss!
Rating: 4
19 Nov 2007 - Peter
Hit It Off
I could barely concentrate all day at work last Monday. A new trainee, Zak, was making the rounds with my supervisor, and holy crap was he a hottie. Slender, handsome, slightly curly brown hair, green eyes, and a pout that wouldn't quit. I couldn't stop thinking lustful thoughts about him.
Eventually we got a chance to talk, and we hit it off really well. I invited him over for a night of entertainment, since he was new in town and didn't have any local friends yet, and he enthusiastically accepted.
Well, I had no way of knowing that he and Eric would hit it off like that. From the minute Zak walked in the door, he only had eyes for my boyfriend. Contrary to what you might expect, I wasn't pissed, I was amused. And Eric was definitely intrigued by the possibilities.
"You realize we can probably both fuck him?" Eric said when Zak had left the room for a second.
I nodded. "I think we should go for it."
I left the putting on of the moves to Eric, who is a smooth operator. In no time, he had Zak in a cozy corner, talking softly and low, intimately. I was watching when they leaned together and shared a kiss, and it was all downhill from there. Assuming an air of command, Eric ordered Zak to take off his shirt, which he enthusiastically did.
"Get on your knees," Eric commanded, standing. Again, Zak was game. Not that I didn't understand – Eric looked his fine best that night. "Open my pants. Take out my cock."
Zak blushed, but did as he was told. Eric had him with a mouthful of cock in no time. It looked like good head, too. I wanted to go and help, but the voyeur in me was just too excited watching them together. Eric's gaze met mine across the room, sexy and full of authority. He beckoned me over.
We gave Zak two big cocks to suck on. Have I said how much I love watching pretty young guys suck dick? Well I do. And he was very into it, sucking so enthusiastically that his chin was soon shiny with spit, both of our cocks dripping. He smeared our dicks together, jerked them both, rubbed them on his lips, drooling over them.
He looked even better getting fucked. Eric took first shot there, too, laying him back on the couch and getting his ass ready with the patience of a saint. In less time than I would have believed, Zak had Eric's cock in his ass.
They looked marvelous, pressed close together like that, one of Zak's legs hiked over Eric's muscular shoulder, their bodies moving together to one rhythm.
I sidled close to Eric, watching his huge cock slide in and out of Zak's ass, reached down to squeeze him. I worked my fingers into Eric's ass and whispered dirty nothings into his ear until he was ready to go off. He pulled out of Zak and rubbed their cocks together. I helped him jerk them both, and the came at about the same time, gushing come all over.
I grinned down at them. My own cock was still hard, and I had two hot men here to gratify my lusts.
The evening was just beginning.
Rating: 4
16 Nov 2007 - Johnson
Painting Day
Michael Brandon is standing on a ladder, painting the side of my house. I step under it, forgetting all about possible bad luck, and reach through the rungs to fondle his cock. Standing below him like this, looking up at him, he looks like a god in blue jeans. He looks down, gives me that knee-weakening good-old-boy grin.
I open his pants, and he steps down leans forward to give me better access. I lean in, and I can suck his cock between the rungs of the ladder, reaching through to fondle his ass. That monster loves the attention too. He's using both hands for the ladder, but it's jerking and twitching every time I lick it. I rub my mouth on it and savor his taste.
I can't get it down all the way, but I come close. He looks amazing, his cock jutting out of paint-smeared jeans, dripping with pre-cum.
Michael's noisy, too. He moans and growls while I suck him, and when he finally works that gigantic monster up my ass, me clinging to the ladder for support, he's even noisier. I'm sure the neighbors hear both of us hollering.
But how can I resist? He feels so good, buried high in my ass. His cock is the ultimate – perfectly thick, brutally long, and powered by a muscular, hard body and one wicked imagination.
He wrings at my cock, making sure I stay rock-hard, and I know that is only because he loves the way my ass squeezes his dick. He makes me squeeze, and when I am close, nearly ready to cum, he pulls out, making me swear. He makes me kneel, and he paints my chest with his cum, letting it gush out all over.
As he rubs it into the hair, I jerk myself off, making another big mess.
Ah, we still have so much work to do!
Rating: 4
14 Nov 2007 - Richard
Mercy
I snap the cockring around him, and his dick rewards me by growing even bigger and harder. The flesh of his cock is shiny and purple-red, pumped thick with blood. It looks so tender and sensitive, and at the same time, scary as hell.
He's mine to torture now; he won't cum, can't, until I take it off. So I tease his cock mercilessly, rubbing it between my hands, feeling the thickness of it throbbing, feeling it hot and hard, yearning. I stroke him, then I lean and plant one kiss on the flaming-hot head before I stalk around him.
He's tied. I know he trusts me. Still, it has to be a little scary, having your arms tied up over your head, your legs spread apart, every part of you vulnerable, open.
I have a flogger made of long tails of soft leather. I flick it across his ass, watch him jump just to watch that magnificent prick of his jerk and sway. I give him a few lashes, tickling his backside red, then I step around and brush the long tails over his cock, flick it ever so gently, and he twitches. I slap him a little harder and he gasps. My hand goes to him, squeezing, coaxing, pleasure and pain.
I tease. I'm good at it. I tease until he's practically bawling for release. I've spanked his ass, pushed a butt plug into him to keep him rock-hard, I've kissed him and spit on his cock and given it a few good thwacks with the riding crop. Now he just wants to cum. And I want to see if that enormous prick of his gives him any extra distance.
I work my cock into his ass slowly, parting the cheeks of his ass, telling him to squeeze the plug out into my hand. I let it fall to the floor, and replace it with my cock, which glides up into him. I give him the fucking he desperately wants, and he moans with pleasure and frustration. I haven't taken the ring off. He still can't cum.
I stroke him. His cock is monstrous, huge, almost frightening. I can feel the veins lacing its surface.
When I pull the ring off, undoing the snaps, he moans, and it's only a few seconds before that moan becomes a holler. He shoots as I shove into him. Cum flies from the tip of his cock, splatters in white ropes on the floor. I keep fucking him, driving on toward my own explosive climax.
The flesh of his ass is warm where it presses into me. I have the feeling he's got ideas about me being next. . . .
Rating: 4
12 Nov 2007 - Richard
Slippery Studs
What's better than two studs in a beautiful outdoor jaccuzi? When the two studs are Tamas Esterhazy and Martin Mazza…
It's nothing but wall-to-wall slippery, muscular, tattooed man flesh in this steaming-hot clip. First comes, the longest, wettest, deep-throating blowjob you can possibly imagine as Tamas sucks Martin's cock, and then comes all the ass-chowing action you could want as Martin gets Tamas ready with his tongue.
Tamas has the tastiest little asshole I think I've ever seen, and it seems like there's no way it could ever take a cock, but it does! And when the fucking starts, oh, boy, is it a wet, sloshy mess!
Tamas has amazing tattoos, and they look better than ever here, with both men wet and sweaty. They seem to be having a blast, splashing and spitting water on each other . . . I'm envious as hell because I never have that good a time in the jaccuzi!
They're having a party, though, and can't get enough of each other. I can't tell who is enjoying himself more, Tamas or the lucky stud who's fucking him. It's really something watching two loads of come splash over his rock-hard body!
After a scene like this, I'm so sweaty I need a shower. I'm just sorry there's no hot tub, studs included, to relax in afterward!
Rating: 4
9 Nov 2007 - Peter
Men and Boys
There are a lot of things that say "real man" to me: a hairy chest, a deep voice, muscular forearms, scars, that indefinable swagger, the way he can just walk into a room and everyone knows who's in charge. But nothing says real man to me like a huge cock. And nobody was as real a man as Steven.
Back in our college days, he was a troublemaker, always on the wrong side of the law. We knew the same people, but were never friends. He was hard to like in those days. But he mellowed with age, and as he became more sure of himself he became more likeable until folks who hadn't known him back then wouldn't believe it if you told him. But I knew the truth. I'd spent a night with him, back when, and I knew exactly how bad he was.
We hit it off at a party; I felt sparks, though I didn't know if he was aware of them. I caught him looking at me a few times while everyone was dancing, but word was, Steve was straight.
After the party, I'd been locked out of my apartment by a roommate who was passed out dead drunk with my keys in his pocket, and somehow ended up going back with Steve to his place, a one-room rental above a garage. It was cramped, and messy, but anyplace would be good to crash.
Things were fine, I doubt anything would have happened, but Steve took his clothes off before he climbed into bed and I got a good, long look at that cock of his.
I crashed on the couch, but couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about it, how good it looked, not even hard but hanging thick and long. And before I knew it I was jerking off thinking about him.
I was pretty close to coming when he came staggering out in the nude – maybe he was headed for the kitchenette, I don't know. I managed to yank the blanket over my cock but not before he saw what I'd been doing.
He sauntered over, shaggy hair hanging in his face, the dark bloom of stubble on his cheek, and leaned over me, his mouth very close to mine. "Looks like you're having a grand old time," he said.
I was really embarrassed. At the same time, my cock was surging harder, pre-cum leaking out of me. He pushed the blankets down.
"What are you thinking about?"
I could barely speak. I was staring at his cock, which was hardening. God, it was big. He kissed me, and it was like an electric charge. I moaned. His hand glided down and squeezed me at the base. I grabbed him and hauled him on top of me, and then we were off, grinding against one another, lip to lip.
He held me down, his hands on my shoulders, while he rubbed his cock against mine, his smooth, lean body trembling slightly. He was shuddering. I don't think he'd ever fooled around with a guy, but even if he had, he hadn't done much of it. I'd never heard that he was into guys.
He was into this, though. I arched against him, hungry for his cock. He moaned into my mouth, slid down and put his mouth on my cock, drooling over its length, squeezing it hard and sucking it tentatively. I put my hand in his hair and guided him. No, he was new at this. And God, it felt wonderful to introduce him to the joys of sucking cock.
He was turned sideways; I could watch him stroke his cock, and he was stroking it madly. I pulled him around. The couch was just big enough for us to sixty-nine. I fondled his hanging balls, let him drive his stiff pole into my mouth. It was maddening, for both of us. Soon he lost control, dragged himself away from me long enough to shove me to my belly on the couch.
I had to help him get it into my ass. We had lube, but he had no experience. He wound up holding still while I backed onto him. His surprised gasp when I took him in was worth any pain I felt – and it did hurt. He was very big, very thick.
And not easy at all. He couldn't hold it back, he just started fucking my ass. We were both trembling, groping at each other, smeared with sweat. His teeth closed on the back of my neck, his animal snarls echoed in my ears. I hung on to the couch cushions and felt my painfully hard cock bobbing against my belly.
"I want to feel you come," he gasped, reached around to stroke me. And after a minute or two, I did, gushing all over his fingers. "Oh, God," he panted. "Shit. My turn."
I pulled off him. I wanted to see his face. He closed his eyes, his brows drawing together, as I jerked him onto my stomach. His body flexed into one long, tense line, and then the come launched from him all over my belly. He collapsed on me, the sticky mess smearing between us, and we slept like that for the rest of the night.
I only found out later that I'd converted him. I never heard about him dating a girl after that, and he soon had quite a reputation among my gay friends as a real Lothario. I feel extraordinarily lucky to have been his first time.
Rating: 3.5
5 Nov 2007 - Johnson
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
2 Nov 2007 - 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
31 Oct 2007 - Peter
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
29 Oct 2007 - Roger
Glory Hole!
Want some hot glory hole action? Tag Adams does! He lurks in a sleazy bathroom, waiting for some hot dick to come wandering by. Of course, it takes a while, so he strips his shirt off, opens his pants, and fondles himself while he waits.
Who knows what he's fantasizing about? Who knows what kind of dick he's hoping for?
Well, he must have been hoping for Mario Ortiz, because the man is nothing more than a wish come true, and when he comes into the bathroom, it's not long before he has his cock through that hole and into Tag's mouth for an enthusiastic face-fucking that leaves them both panting for more.
The glory hole's a big one, big enough to fit Tag's toned and muscular ass through, and that's exactly what Mario wants, because this Latin mega-stud is ready to fuck some ass.
Tag winds up naked, getting fucked by a shirtless and gorgeous Mario, both of them grunting and grinding against each other in an effort to get Mario's dick even further inside Tag's ass.
Things get even hotter with the addition of a third cock to the scene . . . Tag takes a double-helping of dick in a triple-hot bathroom three-way. I won't say who it is, I think you should go see for yourself, but I will say it's hot, hot stuff – if sleazy, dirty fucking is your thing, then this is the clip for you.
Rating: 4
26 Oct 2007 - Peter
Getting Clean
Triton Rivers fantasizes about Victor Rios' cock in a slippery, steamy bathtub scene that will make you wonder if they're getting clean or getting dirty. The way Triton worships Victor's cock and balls, I'm sure he's enjoying it just as much as I would if I were the lucky guy in the tub with such a stud.
Victor looks amazing, from his toned, tanned body to his sexy earring to his beautiful cock, and Triton looks great, too, his nicely muscled body slippery with suds and reflected in the bathroom mirror so you can see him from the front and behind at the same time.
This scene is beautifully shot, but more, it's fucking hot. Watch how Triton rubs his face on Victor's thigh as Victor plays with and spanks his round ass. You can see how much he loves it. Watch Victor's face as he gets what appears to be a first-class blowjob. Watch them both as Victor gets Triton's ass squeaky-clean before squeezing his delectable cock right up there.
It looks like a tight fit, and it is. Victor is hung, and Triton's got a sweet little asshole. They both fucking love it. Victor keeps watching the action in the mirror. Triton can't keep his hands off his dick.
You won't be able to keep your hands off your dick, either. I guarantee it. I had to watch it a couple of times before I got to the pop shots, because I just kept losing my cool.
Rating: 4
