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
24 Oct 2007 - Richard
Hunter, Hunted
He caught me, threw his body against mine and shoved me into the brick wall. I gasped, pushing at him, but I didn't want him to back away. I didn't want him to stop. His hand squeezed my crotch, and I was already cumming hard.
The smell of the club still clung to his skin. I kissed him, breathing it in. My hand went to the front of his pants, groping just as he groped me. They were tight already, his cock straining against the seam. It had to be painful.
He wrestled it out with one hand, clinging to the fire stairs beside us with the other, leaning into me so I couldn't move. His cock slipped out and thumped me in the hip, heavy and hard. I touched it, wrapped my hand around its thickness.
At the end of the alley, a group of club-hoppers went laughing by. A police car, sirens on full, screamed the other way. We were in thick shadows, but shadows didn't seem like much protection against getting caught.
I couldn't see his face very well, but I remembered how handsome he'd been under the club's flashing lights, with the music pounding through both of our bodies as we'd danced.
Sweat still sheened his short, dark hair. "Suck it," he whispered, lips at the crook of my jaw. "Get on your knees and suck my cock."
I slid down, shoes grinding in the alley grit. I had to crouch, because kneeling would have ruined my pants. His cock hung before me. I could see it mostly as a shadow, lit faintly by the neon from the club lights outside the alley. It looked intimidating. Light gleamed from jewelry, a piercing in the tip.
I ran my tongue over it, feeling the metal where it thrust through the flesh. Tasting him. He held it for me, rubbed it over my tongue. God, he was big. I had to stretch my mouth to get around the head. It was hot, and painfully hard.
After only a minute or two of sucking on that monster, my mouth ached. My jaw, the roof of my mouth, even my tongue, felt sore from sucking him. I didn't care. I kept at it, lavishing attention on it, jerking it and drooling on it when I needed a break. He panted, growling low in his throat now and then, his hips thrusting forward.
"I'm going to take you home with me," he said in a rough voice. "I'm going to hold you down and fuck you. You're going to give your ass to me, hold it open for me while I fuck it. Aren't you?"
He told me about what he intended to do with me. I felt my cock dripping, making a wet spot in my jeans. His cock was dripping, too, a steady trickle of pre-cum that made me drool for more.
When he came in my mouth, I swallowed it, rubbed my lips over him.
"Good," he murmured. "Very good... Now get up. It's time to go."
I considered giving him another chase, but my body was aching, and I didn't think I could bring myself to run far. His hand closed on my arm. "Let's get out of here."
Being caught is so much fun.
Rating: 4
22 Oct 2007 - Richard
Roughhousing
I shoved him down onto the cheap hotel's bed, fell on him ravenously in a room that smelled of the last residents' cigarettes and anonymous sex. It was the kind of place where the headboard is nailed to the wall, not attached to the bed, and there isn't even a working TV. People only came here for one reason.
People like us.
He'd wanted it rough, wanted it anonymous, no talk. Not even in the club, when I bought him a drink. Fine. I could do that. I grabbed his cock, squeezing it hard through his pants. He was big, satisfyingly big. I weighed him in my palm after yanking his pole out.
I kissed him, tasting his mouth. Handsome, too handsome and high-class for a place like this. But he took it like a gutter-bred, cock-hungry slut. I hauled his pants down, yanked his shirt open, licked his chest as I pushed my fingers between his legs, exploring his ass.
He was hot, feverishly so, when I got my fingers into him. I wasn't gentle. His cock swelled bigger the harder I played with him. I dragged my fingers in and out of him, pumping him, pressing at the base of his cock with my thumb as I teased his asshole.
Soon he was arching his hips up, panting, begging with open mouth and closed eyes for more.
I pulled my cock out, made him suck it, spit on it, until it was slippery enough. Then I pushed him up so that he had to brace himself against the headboard-that-wasn't, and started working my cock into his ass. Mine was just as big as his, and I relished watching every inch of it disappear into him. I also relished the look on his face, one of unrivaled pleasure, as I bottomed out inside him, my hips pressing against his ass.
His moans were loud, his cries louder as I fucked him. I spat on his cock, rubbed it roughly with one palm, squeezing it against his belly while I thumped into him at a gallop.
He put his hand down and jerked himself. This hunky business guy I'd picked up looking like he'd just come out of a boardroom meeting was now writhing on my cock, begging for more.
I gave him a hand, helped him jerk it, and soon he was arching up, moaning.
I was close, too. I pulled out of him pulled him around and made him suck and jerk me, just for the pleasure of feeling his mouth. He kept one hand on his own cock, flogging it desperately.
He came first, gasping and gushing all over the cheap bedclothes. I came, too, all over his chest as he lay there panting.
We parted ways in the parking lot. I went to the club every week. I was sure I'd see him there again, if not next Friday, then someday.
I couldn't wait.
Rating: 4.5
19 Oct 2007 - Johnson
Hard Times
I couldn't cum. The cock ring wouldn't let me.
When I looked down, my cock was purple and swollen, painful looking. It wasn't painful, but it did have that oversensitive, too-ripe feeling of flesh too long tormented. Eric ran his tongue over the crown again, under the head, tickling the spot just on the underside. I thought I could cum just from that, from watching him tease my engorged prick, from the feel of his talented tongue on my aching and throbbing flesh.
I knew it wouldn't do me any good, but I thrust forward into his mouth, burying half my cock between his lips. I'm hung on a good day, but this was a great day – the ring had made me even bigger. It looked amazing going into his mouth. I love to watch when I get head – something about it just really turns me on (well, I doubt there's a guy alive who isn't turned on by the sight of his cock in a talented, willing mouth). But I love to watch Eric in particular because he gets really into it, closing his eyes like a musician firing up a really hot solo.
He had his eyes closed now, didn't need them to raise one hand and guide the vibrating egg against my ass. It buzzed against the silicone plug he'd pushed in earlier, sending vibrations rocketing through my ass, prostate, and the base of my cock. I jumped forward like a horse out of the starting gate, just sure that the mounting pleasure would send me off, but the ring was doing its job. Close as I came, I couldn't come.
He alternated playing with the vibrator and grabbing the plug and twisting and shaking it, sending all kinds of sensations through me. His mouth stayed on my cock.
I admit it, I begged. I begged to be allowed to come. I begged him to bring me off.
With a wicked grin he unsnapped the ring and cast it aside. He brought the egg up, playing it over the plug and the skin behind my balls. His mouth dove on my cock.
And. I. Came.
Came like a flood, all over his tongue, so that it overflowed, spilling out of his mouth and dripping down his chin. Came with a yell of pleasure that rattled the windows. Came so hard I saw stars for a second as my eyes squeezed shut.
It was a really, really good one.
Eric was smirking about it as I sucked him, but that only lasted until I got the ring around his cock.
Turnabout is fair play.
Rating: 2
17 Oct 2007 - Peter
Share and Share Alike
I begged him to grant me release but he wouldn't. He just hauled my ass up higher and pressed his tongue further in.
The cock in front of me was bigger even than his, the black man it belonged to must have had fifty pounds of muscle and two inches of cock on my boyfriend. I mouthed that dark length, the plum-colored head, moaning softly as the softness of a warm, wet tongue dug into my ass.
Eric knows how to drive me crazy. He worked a pair of fingers into my butt as I sucked down on the black cock before me. I knew he was watching me, enjoying the sight of my mouth stretching around that chocolate-dark monster. I knew he was watching, so I hammed it up, stroked it with my fist, salivating all over it messily, rubbing my face on it.
He smacked my ass. "You like that black cock?"
I did, of course. What's not to love?
I didn't know yet whether he was getting me ready for his cock, or our new friend's. I didn't care which it was going to be, but the anticipation was driving me nuts.
When he answered my unasked question, it only made me shiver with anticipation.
"Sit on him," he said.
I nodded, not at all sure my ass could accommodate that monstrous dick. But I knew I would try my hardest.
His shaft stood upright from his fist as I turned around and positioned myself over it. It dug against my asshole, and I pushed gently down, felt it slide out of the groove twice before it dug in, piercing me, splitting me.
Holy god. It was huge. It felt indescribably wicked. I grabbed my own cock, hauling on it, lowering myself on that impaling spike as my own dick throbbed. The fat head slid past my prostate and I started swearing with every breath. Pre-cum leaked out of me. Dark hands were on my hips, guiding me down that shaft.
When I hit bottom, Eric leaned in and kissed me. His hand pleasured me.
"You enjoy that? His cock in your ass, filling you? Does it feel good?"
I could only gasp "Yes!" I couldn't even beg for more. There wasn't room for his cock and the right words in my body at the same time.
I was pretty sure I couldn't take any more, but Eric knew what I wanted. He lowered himself and took my cock into his mouth, which felt fiery hot. The pleasure, trapped between a sweet, hot mouth and a huge, hard cock, was like nothing I had ever felt.
I shoved down savagely, driving myself down on the stiff black pole, and Eric made sure I was climbing the walls. I came as my stallion did. He gushed with his cock in my ass but it was like it just shot right through me because I was gushing, gushing all over my belly and Eric's hand.
He leaned down to suck the last spurt. Black hands held me up. I was still in ecstasy, and I knew I would be all night. And the night was just getting started!
Rating: 4
15 Oct 2007 - Peter
Wild Thing
It was the challenge in his eyes that appealed to me most of all. More than his lean physique, more than the way he walked, like a panther, more than his hair, just a little too long to ever lay flat, always shaggy. Those black eyes held an indomitable spirit, and I couldn't resist trying to tame him.
His real name was Ben, I think. I don't remember exactly. It was a costume and fetish party, and almost everyone was going by some crazy nickname. Ben was Tarzan Boy, and he looked the part, in nothing but his skin and a loincloth. I watched him rebuff several folks during the course of the evening, and never saw him pair off to play with anyone. Eventually, I thought I had him figured out.
I borrowed a toy from my host, and approached Tarzan just off the dance floor. I dangled the leash from my hand. "You're coming with me," I said.
His black eyes narrowed, and he stared at me, trying to stare me down. I held it, smiled tightly.
"All right." I could hear the rest of the sentence even though he didn't have to say it. "If you think you can take it."
I didn't know what would end up happening, but I knew I wanted to try.
I put the leash around his neck, dragged him to a well-lit part of the floor and started kissing him. He kissed like an animal – lots of tongue, lots of tooth. He didn't close his eyes.
He didn't close them when I fondled his mostly-bare ass, either.
"You going to spank me?" he asked, right in my ear. "Whip me?"
I shook my head. Something told me he was used to pain. I wouldn't bother. I had something else in mind.
I turned him away from me, untied his loincloth. His cock was at half-mast already, nicely thick and juicy-looking above a pair of shaved balls. His pubes were trimmed neatly, making his cock look bigger. I reached down and squeezed him, still kissing his full, pouting mouth, until he was fully hard. That cock was a glory, standing out nine full inches, with a fat head that was begging to be sucked.
We had an audience by now, people stopping to see what we were going to do. I held him by the leash, close to the collar, pulled his head back a little so he had to stand with his feet apart. I used my other hand to cover his eyes, and it was then that the first shiver ran through him. He shuddered once, and went very still.
I gestured several of the onlookers forward, invited them to take advantage of that cock, so appealingly exposed. They obliged me eagerly, two of them settling down to suck him. It didn't matter who they were, just that they were bent on giving him pleasure, and he couldn't see them at all, couldn't look.
His hands weren't tied, he could struggle, he could reach out, but when he extended a hand, I ordered him to keep them at his sides. After a hesitation, he obliged.
I watched three partygoers kneel in turn to suck him, taking turns. I felt his body tense, shiver, heard him moan back in his throat. I kept the leash tight.
As he got closer and closer to finishing, I began kissing his neck, his ear, his jaw, his mouth. I whispered to him to keep his eyes closed, and took my hand away. He obliged, and I used that hand to stroke his trembling body. I circled his cock with my fingers, stroked it into the eager mouths before him. His breath came fast through parted lips.
When he came at last, I told him to open his eyes, look at me, and he did, cum shooting out, all over the floor, my hand, dripping down. The challenge in his eyes was gone, replaced by slow, warm pleasure. He was beautiful then.
I wiped my sticky hand across his hip, stroking the long line of his body. I still had the leash. Our night together had only begun.
Rating: 4
12 Oct 2007 - Johnson
Big New Friend
How can you have a threesome with only two people? When your partner brings home a giant dildo, that's how. The silicone monster Eric produced was damn near large enough to qualify as a third person. It must have been nearly a foot long and almost as thick as my wrist.
I wasn't sure I'd be able to take it all, but we warmed up with the large plug from the other day. He got it into me, then made me get up and walk around the house with it in. I felt humiliated, this thing jabbing into me from behind, my cock sticking out in front, but it felt great, and seeing the grin on his face was worth it. Going up and down stairs was . . . interesting.
Satisfied, he pulled the plug out of my ass and slathered me with more lube. This was new . . . this stuff wasn't just the usual cool slippery stuff, it actually warmed to my body heat, giving me the most delightfully wicked sensation of warmth all through my ass.
"Like it?" he asked, and I could hear him smirking even as I bent over the couch.
There was more. He covered the dildo in the stuff and put the head against my ass. I reached back to try to help him push, but my hand just kept slipping off the thing. Finally I grabbed the back of the couch and held on for dear life, panting and moaning as he slowly inched that thing into me.
When the sculpted head slid in, I yelped and then groaned as the shaft followed it. The thing was well and truly huge. I reached back to take over from him, pushing it into myself, and Eric watched for a minute. I fucked myself with it while he stared, and then finally he sat in front of me, leaving me to suck him, worshipping his cock with no hands while I played with my own ass.
I felt like a total cock-loving slut as I knelt there, dildo in my ass, cock in my mouth. And of course, I am a total cock-loving slut, so that was okay.
Finally he lay me on my back, pulled the dildo out, and replaced it with his own almost but not quite as big cock.
"That's got you warmed up for me," he said, taking advantage of my loosened state to slam hard up my ass. The lube was still warming me, and it felt like my ass would catch fire from all the thrusting. My cock was aching and burning hard. I stroked it, and finally came, tightening down on Eric as he came, too, gushing inside me.
He leaned over me, grinning. "So," he said. "Like our new friend?"
"Next time," I replied, "it's your turn."
Rating: 4
10 Oct 2007 - Johnson
New Toys
Eric has confessed to spending more of his latest bonus check on mail-order sex toys than is probably really advisable. I confess to being a little less than put out with him. It's hard to be mad at a guy who's wearing a smile and holding a butt plug.
In fact, that's the first toy that arrived – a set of graduated butt plugs in sizes from small to large. I know what you're thinking, and it's what I was thinking, too: the perfect thing to warm me up for his mammoth cock.
Getting the first one in was no trouble. I was sprawled on the bed, ass in the air like he likes me. He drizzled a little lube over my ass, then pushed the plug slowly in. It settled in, held in place by the thinner neck, and I moaned as Eric pushed his fingers against it, working it around.
When he was satisfied, he came around and fed me his cock, reminding me of what was shortly going into my ass. I opened my mouth and took him in slowly, savoring the manly flavor of his cock. He pumped between my lips just long enough to wet his cock, then climbed behind me again. He slipped the small plug out and pressed his cock against my asshole.
It wouldn't go in, of course, and I yelped, squirming. With a chuckle he pulled out the other plug. This one was tougher to take; I had to really concentrate to relax, and finally, with him twisting and pushing, it slipped in up to the hilt. It went in further, pressing against deeper parts of me, and I shifted on the bed, feeling it move a little.
He fed me his cock again, this time playing with my nipples, teasing me. Again, he went behind me and tried to push into me. And again, it wouldn't fit. Time for the third plug.
This one gave me some trouble. He worked it up to the shoulder of the plug, the fattest part, but it just wouldn't go all the way in. He used more lube, twisted it around, but I was just having a really tight assed day I guess, because he had a heck of a time getting it in there.
Finally he had to lay me on my side; one leg pulled up, and has me jerk my cock while he pressed it into my ass. "That's right," he said, twisting it. "Just like that."
It was never going in. My ass tightened with pleasure from jerking off, making it harder.
"Stop jerking off now, and push out," he instructed me. Ah! Now I understood. I did as he asked, and suddenly, with a flash of what was almost pain, the plug slid all the way in.
Stretched, filled, I could feel my body adjusting. I went back to sucking him, knowing that soon I'd take him all the way.
Rating: 4
8 Oct 2007 - Peter
Dreaming
I dream about his ass. The firm, round peach of it, the inviting, furry crevice, the way he arches when I have three fingers in him. I dream of his mouth, of the dimple when he smiles, of how it feels to kiss him or push my cock between his lips.
Most of all, I dream of his cock.
I dream of sliding down his body, so solid and toned and powerful under its rich pelt of hair. I dream of letting my mouth play around the base of his cock, running my lips over the hair there, and down to nuzzle his furry balls as his shaft, still not all the way stiff, lolls against my cheek.
I dream of sucking him deep and slow; feeling his flesh harden in my mouth, go from quiet to yearning, stiff and aching.
His cock . . . the size of it . . . when I'm sucking it, it seems to take up the whole world. His shaft, thick and ruddy, the head like a juicy plum . . . they are all I can see, all I can taste.
My own cock is aching from wanting him. Just tasting him brings me to a boil. I want him to suck me, fuck me, but I can't make myself take my mouth from that cock of his. It compels me. His pleasure in that moment . . . god, it feels like the only reason I exist.
The hardness of it is ruthless, unyielding. It hurts to suck him for too long, but it is a sweet ache, the pain in my jaw like the heavy ache in my balls, reminding me that my body, its responses, all my desires… belong to him.
I hardly exist when he's plunging in and out of my mouth. I'm just a vessel. I'm a vehicle for his pleasure. He plays with me from time to time, telling me to jerk off, tweaking a nipple now and then, and he almost always takes mercy on me, but mostly, when I dream, I dream that he is cruel, that he doesn't let me cum until I have brought him off with my mouth.
When his cum floods out, gushing, spurting, his shaft pulsing and throbbing on my tongue, I know he is pleased with me. I wake with the flavor of him in my mouth, imaginary, and I roll over to have a taste.
He's simply irresistible.
Rating: 4
5 Oct 2007 - Richard
Nailed
I'm kneeling on concrete gritty with sawdust, the grind and hammer of power tools in the background. We're in an unfinished part of the house, and he has his cock out, waving it in my face.
He's so handsome, so commanding, even when he's dirty from a hard day's work and needs a shave pretty badly, that I can't resist what he tells me to do.
He smells of sweat, wood dust. His cock sticks out of his jeans like a length of iron rebar, red and swollen. I lean forward and lick him, working my tongue into the slit on the head, tasting him. His curly pubic hair is black, crisp, tickles my nose as I work down on him. He strokes my shoulder with one massive, hairy hand, and I can feel the power in him, barely restrained.
He's so strong, his whole body solid with muscle. Even his cock has a powerful, dangerous look to it with its dusky skin and thickly-veined surface. It hangs lewdly in the wind, my spit dripping from the end, when I back away.
I stroke him in my fist, watch his foreskin play over the fat plum of the head, leaning forward to suck on it, savoring his rich taste. I get a hand around to squeeze his ass, so hard and muscular, flexing as he drives forward into my mouth. I swear I can taste his lust dripping out of his dick along with his pre-cum. Smell it cumming out of him in his sweat.
The sun is hot, construction workers tromp back and forth on the half-finished floor overhead. I'm drooling on his work boots and neither of us cares.
Now he's got his head thrown back. All I can really see is his strong, stubbly chin, the throat that needs to be shaved. He's close to coming. His cock is stiffer than ever, and throbbing in my grip. I can feel his pulse in my mouth, on my tongue.
I let him push in as deeply as he wants, nearly choking me, he's so huge. My mouth aches from the girth of him.
He finally comes in my mouth, sticky and bitter, salty as sweat. I swallow it, lean my head against his thigh as he runs his hand gently through my hair. I'm a little tired from a long day's work, but with a cock like that, it's certainly work I can take pride in!
Rating: 4.5
3 Oct 2007 - Johnson
Together Again
The first thing I want to do after coming home from a long three days out is suck his cock. We hurry out of the airport, pile into the car. Before we are halfway home I have his pants open and his cock out. We're driving 75 down the freeway, hauling ass, and I have a fistful of cock. He has both hands on the wheel and is staring straight ahead, trying not to lose his cool.
It could kill us both.
Don't care. Don't care. Don't care.
I just want him. I'd lean over and suck him right now, but there's no room. Still I ache for him in my mouth. I hunger for him. I want to feel the weight of his cock, impressive, on my tongue. I want to feel his fat cock head wedged against the back of my mouth. I want to taste his pre-cum, his salty, sticky real come. I want him throbbing, pulsing, shooting into my mouth, choking me with the gooey load I know he's been saving for me.
I want to shove him down and straddle him, both hands planted on that wide, furry chest I love so much, and missed so much. I want to feel his heart pounding under my hands as I lower myself onto him inch by inch, a little at a time. I want to feel his cock slowly sliding into me, want to hear the hitch in his breath when I hit bottom and squirm.
I love taking his huge cock in my ass. I feel owned, I feel like I'm completing my purpose, whenever he takes me. I want to take him, riding him, feeling that massive cock splitting me, knowing that I'll never have better than him, that there's no better cock in all the world. The way it's so big, so hard, that it fills me completely, makes me lightheaded, makes me crave it more every time I have it.
He's everything. I hate being away from him, having to fantasize at night, jerking off thinking about his dick, sucking it, riding it, jerking it while I fuck him. My own hand isn't enough. I need him. I need him inside me, filling me. I don't care if it's mouth or ass, but I NEED him. Need him to come inside me, remind me of where I belong: at his side.
By the time we get home, I'm nearly out of my mind. I shove him into the door as soon as it closes; and I go down on him right in the foyer. He stares down at me, holds my hair, and, before I've been sucking him for two minutes he cums in my mouth.
I look up at him, swallowing, his cock still lying across my cheek. He chases a thread of cum off my lower lip with his thumb. "I missed you," he says. "Welcome home."
Rating: 4.5
3 Oct 2007 - Peter
Summer Sexin'
What would you expect to find on an Australian beach? How about two big-cocked hunks who are ready and willing to fuck each other senseless?
I might not expect it, but I sure wouldn't complain if I came across it. "Come" being the key word here. I think I came three times over these shots, but that could just be because Carlos Morales is one of the hottest hunks ever, and Josh, with his amazing tattoos, isn't bad either!
The scenery is amazing, with the shoot taking place on a huge black basalt boulder. There's nothing soft about the setting here, or about these guys. They're both muscular and stiff as rail spikes.
Josh sucks Carlos' cock in the blazing Aussie sun, then Carlos returns the favor. Things degenerate into a sixty-nine, hot and heavy, and then, when the fucking gets underway, they take it to a beach towel on the sand.
The fuck that follows is shown in exquisite detail, every picture from the close-ups of Carlos' fat and slippery cock penetrating Josh's ass to the distance shots of the two of them tangled together in ecstasy, will put you right there with the action, sun baking down on your shoulders, and waves of sex baking off these two beautiful animals.
Beautiful scenery, beautiful men... it's a great way to grab a quick vacation and get your rocks off!
Rating: 4
31 Sep 2007 - Johnson
Rainy Day
Rain pounded down in sheets thick as lead, hammering the roof of the car. Thunder crashed, faded to a constant low rumble overhead. The storm was terrific, and we were caught in the middle of it, on the way home from a friend's birthday out of town. It was too dangerous to drive, so we pulled over and waited for the worst of it to pass.
The inside of the truck was humid, and growing warm, but if we cracked the windows even a little, rain came spitting in to soak us. Eric shrugged off his shirt, I took off my jacket, and we leaned against one another on the truck's long seat, feeling the rain rock the cab.
The sky was almost totally black, we could only see each other in the flashes of lightning. When he kissed me, it felt electric, down to my toes. The pounding storm was a sharp contrast to his soft kiss. I felt his hand steal down to my pants.
There's something arousing about being out in a storm. The elements surrounded us, all that protected us was the truck, which felt flimsy and weak. Raw elemental energy crawled over our skin. I could feel it vibrating in him, like a string tuned almost to snapping. He took his cock out and I closed my hand around it, leaned over him so he had his back against the door. I could feel the thunder reverberating through the truck's body, and through my own.
I lowered my mouth to his cock. He was barely a silhouette, except for lightning flares picking his face out in ghostly blue-white. His cock was hot and hard, and tasted sharply salty. I sucked him, stretching, straining to take him all in, one hand closed around his base, teasing him.
I love how big he is, how I have to really work at his cock to satisfy him. Even when I can't see him, I love to feel his veiny shaft throbbing in my hand, my mouth.
I sucked him slowly, felt him fill with the energy of the storm until he was arching desperately, pushing his hips up and driving his cock into my mouth until I almost choked. I squeezed his balls, stroked him, milking him into my mouth until he told me he was going to come. I jerked him, just for the pleasure of feeling his cock throb and pulse in my fist, emptying itself in a sticky mess.
The windows were fogged, and the inside of the truck smelled like come. Outside, it had calmed, the wind no longer driving the rain like a hail of bullets. The thunder was far-off and low. We looked at one another and grinned. The worst of the storm may have passed, but we were still ready to go!
Rating: 4
28 Sep 2007 - Richard
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: 4
26 Sep 2007 - Richard
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: 2.25
24 Sep 2007 - 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 Sep 2007 - Richard
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
19 Sep 2007 - Johnson
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: 5
17 Sep 2007 - Peter
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: 1.38
14 Sep 2007 - Richard
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: 1.47
12 Sep 2007 - 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
10 Sep 2007 - Peter
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: 1.74
8 Sep 2007 - 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: 1.76
5 Sep 2007 - Peter
Security Check
The security guard didn't believe me when I said I hadn't stolen anything. And when he looked me up and down, I knew that wasn't why he'd asked me to step into the little office.
No sooner had the door closed than he was on me, kissing me, shoving me against the desk with his hips pressed into mine. Before I could even protest, he had me facing away from him, was patting me down, not roughly but slowly, running his hands over my chest, my sides, my arms, down my stomach to my crotch. He squeezed my dick, then spent some time feeling up my ass, before he dropped and felt down each leg in a thorough search.
He reached around, undid my belt, tugged my pants down to reveal my ass. He shoved my shirt up with one hand and spat on the fingers of the other, pushing them roughly into me, making me gasp. His fingers stretched and pried at my ass as his hot breath rushed down the side of my neck.
It didn't take long to get me ready. He could feel it, didn't hesitate, just tore his own pants open and stood behind me, guiding his cock between my spread cheeks. It clove up into me, so big I thought I'd split. I cried out. It seemed like my ass molded itself to every veined, rigid inch of that thing.
He fucked me like a bull, so hard that the mean little desk rocked where it stood, both of us biting back any noise. I pushed back against him, riding that magnificent thing until he couldn't stand it any longer, pulled out and came all over my ass and the backs of my thighs.
With a sigh, he leaned around and grabbed me, jerked my cock with slow, even strokes until I was thrusting through his fist. I barely managed to gasp his name as I came all over the desk.
You run into your exes in the strangest places.
Rating: 2
3 Sep 2007 - Richard
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: 2.31
31 Aug 2007 - Peter
Silk
I rub my hand along the length of him, sheathed in the silk boxers. He's hard and coming harder, his cock stirring under my hand, stiffening, lengthening. I run my fingers along the underside, up to the crown. The end is softer, I squeeze it in my hand, rock his cock back and forth as he kisses me.
We won't be missed at the party . . . not yet. We've snuck out onto the balcony, where we have a view of the grounds and, distantly, the city lights gleaming behind the trees. It's his house, and everything about it is as expensive and classy as he is.
Right down to his underwear.
The silk whispers over his cock, smooth, tempting. I get my hand inside the boxers. His flesh is hot, hot like a fever. The hair at his base is rough, and I drag my nails through it, savoring the contrast in textures: soft silk, hard flesh, coarse hair. His hands are tight on my arms, and he pushes me down.
I tug his dress pants down, but not his boxers. Instead, I tease him through them with my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking. At first the silk is soft, smooth, and it's a pleasure to run my lips over it. Then as it grows wetter, it clings to him, molds itself to his shaft.
I'm having a great time playing with him, stroking him through the fabric, reaching up through one leg opening to play with his balls. Inevitably, I have to take pity on him, pull the waistband down and suck him. His hot flesh fills my mouth, he tastes rich and masculine. I can smell his cologne on one wrist as he reaches down to hold the back of my head, but mostly what I smell is his own thick musk.
His cock is large, heavy, filling my mouth completely. I drool in pleasure, loving the taste of it, loving how I have to really work to get it down more than halfway.
I can hear music from the party, laughter, spilling out into the night. We're alone; the others are just shadows behind the curtains.
His flesh stiffens, his balls draw up. I suck him hard, jerk him, and when he comes I pull back and watch it spray into the dark, watch the come leap out of him in arcing jets. A few drips of it catch in his boxers, land on his expensive pants.
I leave him adjusting himself and slip back into the party. Eric finds me and asks how everything went. I grin when I reply.
"Smooth as silk."
Rating: 1.96
