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
29 Aug 2007 - Richard
Party Favor
I'm kneeling, breathing hard and fast. I can't see . . . well, I can a little from under the edges of the blindfold, but it's only enough to show me the thighs of the man in front of me. He's wearing leather chaps. The hot, silky flesh of his cock brushes my cheek. He's hard, and long. He puts the head in my mouth and I suck it, tasting him, the thick flesh filling my mouth. There's more of him than I can take in.
Behind me, fingers stretch my ass. I think it's Eric, but I'm not sure. There were two other men in the room. I think it's Eric because he's being rough with me, and I don't think the other two would do that in front of him without knowing how I like it. I could be wrong, though. He could have told them what I enjoy.
The cock in my mouth is insistent, its stiffness unyielding and uncompromising. It hurts my jaw after a while, but it's a good pain. I love the taste. The fingers pry, and I feel something cool and hard press into me. It's a plug, thicker at the base, and it won't go all the way in. Unseen hands twist it, rock it back and forth and I moan. The cock in my mouth is slippery with spit, I pull away for breath and feel a sticky strand of drool fall to my chest. I can't wipe it away. My hands are tied to a ring in the floor.
The plug slips in, I feel my ass close around it, squeezing. I ache deep inside, and its length, its weight, feel good.
I'm glad I came with Eric to the sex party, even though I hadn't expected him to make me the party favor. I guess I should have anticipated it. He loves sharing me around, loves watching me take cock, and loves taking me after.
That, more than anything, convinces me it's not him when the plug comes out and is replaced by a cock. I get hammered from both sides, chocking on cock, taking it in the ass as far as it'll go.
I know Eric is watching me. This is what he wanted to see. He wanted to see me in pleasure like this, stuffed full of huge dicks, drooling on myself, shoving back helplessly on the one in my ass. This is what he wanted, and all I want is to oblige him.
We make a good team, I think.
Rating: 1.13
27 Aug 2007 - Peter
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: 1.74
24 Aug 2007 - Richard
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: 1.32
22 Aug 2007 - Peter
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: 1.87
20 Aug 2007 - Johnson
Alpha
I don't know if it's the direct stare, the sexy bald head, or the bad-boy facial hair, but Vin Nolan makes my knees weak. Check out this set of pictures, where he's just lounging around the house. This guy takes an ordinary setting and makes it smoking hot just by adding his hot body and his huge dick.
Take a look at the way it lolls against his rippled abs, just waiting for you to pounce on it like the tiger tattoo he has on his lean and yummy right hip. Take a look at the just-hairy-enough balls and torso, his manly thighs, the way he stares at the camera as if in challenge.
This guy is in control, no doubt about that.
It's a huge set, too. There were tons of shots of his magnificent rock-hard cock in all its enormous glory. And there were some shots of his surprisingly pretty ass, too. He's built perfectly: not too lean, not too muscled, just perfectly in between, sexy and strong.
Go check it out and then come back and tell me if there is anyplace you would not want him to fuck you. I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't let him do to me!
Rating: 1.26
17 Aug 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: 1.65
15 Aug 2007 - Peter
Down and Dirty in the Outback
From the first look at Mike Powers' cock, I knew I had to have it inside me. Mouth, ass, I didn't care, still don't care. I fantasize about him often.
My favorite is when we're both coming back to my place after an afternoon of playing football in the park. We're both sweaty, and we get into a scuffle over who gets the bathroom first.
Our sweaty bodies are pressed together, play-fighting, and suddenly his mouth is on mine, his hands in my shorts, groping me. I come hard almost instantly. He shoves me against the wall, tears my clothes from my body. I can't resist. We wind up on the floor. He grinds his body against me, rubbing his cock against mine, both of our sweaty hides sliding together.
His mouth ravishes mine.
He teases until I can't bear it. We crawl, still wrestling, to the bedroom, where I end up with a puddle of lube under my ass as he throws my leg up and starts working his dick into my asshole inch by fat, hard inch. He pulls out now and then to stroke more lube over his slippery, uncut cock. I'm panting from lust.
He gets it in, that huge thing filling my ass, stretching me, pressing against my prostate so my cock bulges even harder. He runs his palm over my dick, the delicious friction threatening to send me into overload. I hang on, though, and after he pulls out of me because he wants to cum, I shove him off, kneel beside him on the bed and let him suck me.
I squeeze the come out of his slippery cock, he explodes in my hand, and I rub the mess over his chest, his nipple, then I go off, too.
Yes, sir, I really enjoy getting dirty before I get clean. I'd love to get dirty with Mike Powers.
Rating: 1.55
14 Aug 2007 - Richard
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: 1.88
10 Aug 2007 - Richard
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: 1.96
8 Aug 2007 - Peter
To the Dogs
Any scene that begins with Bret Wolfe being led on-screen on a leash, licking Michael Brandon's hand like an eager puppy, is going to be a winner in my book. Add in the gritty industrial setting and the great music, and you have a masterpiece.
Wolfe is no wolf, but a dog here, a filthy, dirty dog who loves to fuck. And this bad dog sucks the master of porn's cock with frenzied eagerness, a look of utter concentration on his face. And Michael sure takes charge of this bad puppy, talking dirty to him the whole time, until finally Wolfe is ready to take Michael's enormous cock in his ass.
And once he takes it, he goes nuts for it. It's a fucking amazing performance, one of the best from both of them for sure! They are both growling like fighting dogs through most of it. And Bret . . . you have to love a guy who is so unashamed about loving it that his eyes roll up in his head every time you stick a hard dick into him. Bret can't get enough! And who can blame him? This is Michael Brandon. He's one of the best reasons to watch porn!
The hard-as-nails jackhammer ass pounding Bret takes is enough to make me flinch even as I stiffen with envy. But Bret takes it all; shoving back so hard Michael almost loses his balance several times! The close-ups leave you with no doubts about how heroic the fuck really is – that massive cock of Michael's spares Bret's asshole nothing – it's brutal, hard, and fast, and it goes on for what feels like forever!
DO NOT LOOK AWAY! The cumshots here are fucking spectacular. I lack the ability to describe how hot they are. You have to watch all the way to the end. It will definitely leave you wondering whether the one wearing the leash is really the one calling the shots!
Rating: 1.58
6 Aug 2007 - Richard
Separating Men From The Boys
How much cock can you take? That's the question Shane Rollins was asking himself while he filmed this scene, and the question you'll be asking yourself after watching it.
Shane gets to be the meat in the sandwich, his bad boy's ass the communal property of tough fucker and mule-cocked porn legend Michael Brandon and the manly and commanding Steven Richards.
I don't know what's hotter; the look of obvious worship on Shane's face as he sucks cock, or the way he squirms and moans when he gets his ass played with. It's obvious he's wild about cock, and that's a good thing, because there's damn near two feet of it coming right at him, from both sides!
Actually, I know when he looks best: with a cock in either end. His muscular, tight body, his round, firm ass and his sweet mouth… all look best when he's getting fucked. If you don't believe me, just wait until Steven is pounding him from behind, with Michael in front shoving that monster cock down Shane's throat.
It's especially hot, nuclear hot, when Steve and Mike lean over Shane's shoulder and kiss each other. Of such little touches is masterful porn made.
So... how much cock CAN you take? Can you take watching this scene again and again? I know for a fact that I gave out after three. If you can beat that, well, I guess you got me licked.
Rating: 2.05
3 Aug 2007 - Peter
Fireworks
How can you tell when it's going to be a good one? When there are fireworks between you.
You don't have to agree with someone, or even like them much, to have great fucking sex with them. Case in point: a guy I knew named Kenny. We ragged on each other relentlessly. I thought he was a no-good white trash trailer hick, and he thought I was a pretentious dumb fuck with a chip on my shoulder.
We worked at the same convenience store for a couple of weeks that felt like a year and a half. How we managed not to kill each other is beyond me. We DID end up fucking in the walk-in cooler on a Sunday.
I was helping him shift stock from the walk-in to the cases out front, and it was boring, backbreaking work rearranging shit and toting stuff around. Only the fact that we were working together made it bearable, because it went twice as fast. Still, I had to work with him, listening to his crappy country music playing on the radio. We started ribbing each other as usual, and things got a little heated because the boss wasn't there to tell us to lay off each other.
Things got pretty nasty when he called me a faggot. I was 19, and I DID have a chip on my shoulder. So I took after him. I fully intended to push his smug little face in, the freckle-faced little twerp, but he was faster, and we ended up scrapping, went over on the floor of the cooler. I hit him a couple of times, he punched me in the mouth, and then we knocked a case of beer over and it broke, sending cans everywhere. A couple broke, showering us with beer, and we ended up rolling around laughing, because it was just too stupid for words. The beer was freezing cold, too.
He flipped the door sign around to CLOSED and locked up while we cleaned off – we couldn't go around smelling like beer all day on a Sunday. Just seemed wrong. Then we had to mop out the cooler.
When we were done, we had a couple of beers ourselves, and he wound up next to me on the counter, kicking his feet against the magazine rack. "Sorry about earlier," he said. "I didn't mean it."
"You meant it," I said. "But it takes one to know one, and hey, as long as you say it with love. . . ."
He blinked at me, then laughed. And when he did that, he was gorgeous. So I kissed him. And even more shocking, he kissed me back.
It was nice. No, make that incredible. We sat there and made out, and got the kind of sparks you only get maybe one time in twenty. He was jumpy as a cat, and everywhere I touched him he shivered, tensed up. Finally I got his shirt off him, slid off the counter so I could get his cock out of his jeans. If I'd known Kenny was smuggling a cock that size, I'd have been after him a long time before!
I sucked it, wolfing that thing as far down as I could, and he seemed to love it. Guys with big ones don't get really great head all that often. I wasn't as experienced as I am now, but I knew a thing or two, and I was sure the best he'd ever had.
I gave him the kind of lingering, lavish head you give to someone when you're trying like hell to impress them, and it must have worked.
Kenny, being a straight boy, really wanted to stick his dick into something. I figured there'd be plenty of time to get him to do the reverse (and I was right about that, though that's another story), so I agreed to let him fuck me.
For that, we went in back. The cases of stacked soft drinks made a decent perch, I could bend over and put one knee on some cases, lean on some others. He grabbed a small jar of Vaseline from the pharmacy aisle and in no time had three fingers in my ass, under my careful direction.
He'd never even done a girl that way. I savored his sigh as he slid in, knowing it was the tightest fuck he'd ever had. His huge cock plugging my eager asshole was a great feeling and I let him know it by riding back on him with enthusiasm the entire time.
He came up my ass, pulsing his jizz deep into me. I even got him to go down on me for the couple of minutes it took for me to come. He closed his eyes and sucked me shyly at first, then with determination, got one hand into the action, stroking me. I came in his mouth and then made him kiss me – he loved it.
After that, we still gave each other hell, but he never called me "faggot" again. We weren't ever friends, but that was okay. The fireworks between us made the sex even better!
Rating: 2.05
32 Jul 2007 - Johnson
Magic
I could be having the most unbelievably rotten day, and somehow, it's all redeemed if it ends up with hot, hard fucking. Eric and I got reacquainted after his brief jaunt out of town, and the next day, I had a truly epic nightmare of a day complete with car trouble that landed me in the shop just before closing.
It was going to be a couple of hours before Eric could come and get me, but the mechanics gladly let me hang around. One of them, a big guy named Trevor, hit it off with me, and was definitely flirting by the time the others had left. He was handsome in a scruffy deadbeat sort of way. His muscles were hard and solid, he was a big guy, and the kind that you really wish would just throw you around and fuck the shit out of you. He offered to show me around the place, so naturally I accepted, and one thing quickly led to another.
The bulge in his work pants had attracted my eye when I came in, and I was overjoyed to discover that it was even more impressive than I thought. A ten-inch monster, ripe for the sucking. He did throw me down, as it turns out, to fuck my brains out.
In fact, he was fucking my ass like a prizewinning bull when Eric showed up, watching us through a side window. Well, what could I do? I had Trevor let him in. Eric's eyes were fierce and hot. I couldn't tell if he was pissed or turned on. I decided it was turned on at about the time he pulled his cock out, huge and purple with lust, and told me to suck it. I knelt and sucked it, and Trevor gladly went back to fucking my ass from behind.
This was about as good as it gets, folks. Two huge cocks, two solid, muscular, hairy bodies to feel and lick and rub against, two men to hold me down and fuck me. And they both did. Eric finally flipped me to my back, held my arms over my head, and watched Trevor put my legs up and plunge his enormous cock into my ass. I panted, Eric's cock and balls hanging tantalizingly just out of reach.
Eric leaned over and spit on my cock, spit on Trevor's too, then started jerking me. Christ, good god almighty, if I thought I'd been climbing the walls before . . . !
Trevor came first, right up my ass, the obscene pulsing of his cock almost sending me off. But Eric hadn't had his turn, and he quickly put me on all fours on the grease-stained floor and fucked me that way, both of us getting good and dirty. I love garages!
I don't know if I've been that well fucked in . . . well, a very long time. They both went again. I came so hard I practically broke something shooting off into the stratosphere. The mess went all over Trevor, who had decided to suck me while I rode Eric's cock.
I finally staggered out, hours later. I'm serious, I could barely walk, my knees were so rubbery. Eric helped me out to the car because I was so blitzed.
And hey, my rotten day was completely turned around, just like magic! I love it when that happens!
Rating: 1.52
30 Jul 2007 - Peter
Territory
The smell of his cologne drives me wild. It's a musky, forestry scent, and he never wears much of it, just a little right at the collar of his shirt. I can smell it on days like today, when I wear his clothes because he's gone for a couple of days and I miss him.
When he comes back, he smells more . . . I don't know. More like himself, somehow. As though being around me changes his scent, and during the time away it wears off. When he gives me that bear hug to say hello after coming back, I always bury my face in his neck and breathe deep.
I'll do that tonight when he walks in. I'll grab him and pull him into a kiss, then breathe his smell in, deep. It always makes me hard to get a good sniff of him. And there's something animal about it, isn't there?
I have to get reacquainted with him. I need to bury my face in the thick of his smell. I'll drop to my knees, open his pants, and I'll suck him right there in the entryway. I love feeling the spongy, half-hard flesh of his cock surge and waken under my tongue, the blood rushing into it as I suck him ravenously. I love the taste of his pre-cum as it wells up from the tip of his cock, squeezed out by his swelling excitement.
His smell, his true scent, intoxicates me, the fiercely masculine scent of him clinging to the tangle of hair down there. I suck him deep. His cock is so big and so long – it's a mouthful, and then some. An extra hand at the base barely covers him. I suck down to my fingers, worshiping his fat dick, take one finger away, then two, then I'm just holding him around the base with thumb and forefinger, keeping his cock aimed down my throat.
I choke, I do. But it's worth it. His hot flesh fills my mouth, his smell crowds into my nose. I'm full of him, gorging on him. Yes, it's animal, eating him, tasting him. I lick his balls, nuzzle the hairy sack, bite it gently, and tug it with my teeth. He strokes his cock, which looks even huger than usual from this angle. When he offers it to me again I suck him hard but shallow, concentrating on the tip. He jerks it into my mouth. I know he loves it this way. He always cums very quickly when I go after him like that . . .
Just imagining all this I have a hard-on that could etch steel but my satisfaction is secondary. I want only to give him pleasure. I want to taste his cum hot and scalding, drink it from his cock. I want him to cum all over my face, marking me as his, his territory. I want him all over me.
Ah! I have to go. I think I hear him at the door!
Rating: 1.54
27 Jul 2007 - Richard
Hot Date
I'm bent over, hands tied behind my back, while Eric buries his face in my ass. His firm tongue pushes against my asshole; his hands squeeze and knead my ass cheeks. He tugs at my balls, squeezes them, strokes the shaft of my cock. It feels so good.
In front of me is Marco, a friend of a friend, who has a truly intimidating dick. You always remember the scary ones, and this one is as scary as they come. Big, glistening, heavy, hanging down at a steep angle from its own weight, with a piercing right at the tip winking in the light. It's cut, that fat purple head gleaming nakedly, covered with my spit.
He's been brutalizing my mouth with it. I know Eric's just getting me ready to take it in my ass. Eric pushes two fingers in, pries at me, rubbing. I moan, get cock in my mouth again.
I'd said I wanted to get fucked by a big cock for our night out, and I guess Eric took me at my word, because this has got to be the biggest one he could find. I don't know. Maybe if it hadn't been short notice he could've found a bigger one, but I don't know if I could take bigger. I am not completely sure I can take this. The thing is monstrous. My mouth aches from trying to suck it. My lips feel raw.
Eric's fingers and tongue are going wild back there. My ass aches to be filled. My cock throbs and pulses, hanging heavy. I feel like I'm ready, but Jesus, I don't know if I am.
I'd better be. Eric's not giving me a choice. He gets three fingers in, pries at me until the muscle smoothes and loosens, I'm moaning and sighing. It doesn't hurt, but I'm afraid it will when Marco's cock replaces Eric's fingers.
"He's ready," Eric says. I pant breathlessly. Jesus Christ. I'm not ready. But I want it so badly. I just moan when Marco goes behind me, pushes against my ass. He grabs my wrists where they're tied, knots his fingers in the cord, eases his cock in.
I feel the stab as the head slips in. That's always the hardest part, that first third. His cock flares just under the head and I give a surprised yell as he sinks it in, but when he hits bottom it eases. There's no pain, just that aching stretched feeling and the knowledge that I am completely filled. I can feel it lodged in me, tucked so deep inside me that I can barely draw a breath for fear of hurting something.
He begins to move, steady strokes that send shivers along my skin, pleasure racing up my spine in a firefly dance. Eric offers me his cock to suck and I take it down eagerly, with gratitude. He's gone out of his way to make tonight a night to remember. I'm so grateful I think I'd do anything he asks.
They hammer me from both sides, fuck me to mutual orgasm. One explodes in my mouth, the other all over my ass and my back, a sticky mess. When they roll me over and both use their big, rough hands to jerk me off, I cum so hard I see silver stars, shooting so far it takes us a while to find it all.
It's a perfect date plus one. Exactly what I wanted.
Rating: 2.07
25 Jul 2007 - Richard
Sarib and Michael
Grab your dicks and hang on for the ride, because these two studs are going hell-bent-for-leather in an all-out fucking frenzy. I have gone on record as loving the shit out of Michael Vincenzo, and so it comes as no surprise that this gallery pleased the ever-loving hell out of me. But let me tell you, here, it's Sarib I'm all horned up for.
This furry Arabian hunk has what it takes to please a crowd (a huge dick), but his only subject here is Michael, who sticks his delicious ass in the air and goes down on him with a vengeance.
It's not long before they commence fucking, and by god it is an incredible sight – Sarib's hard, hairy meat and Michael's tight asshole are a match made on the devil's own porn set, if you ask me. Nothing this hot could be made in heaven. You will love these pictures; they capture every moment of the action, action so hot it practically burns itself onto your eyeballs.
And just when you think it can't get any better, they trade places. Sarib takes Michael's cock in the ass like he was born to do it, throwing his legs in the air like a complete slut.
These two studs work up a slippery sweat as they fuck each other senseless, their muscles polished to a fine gleam, cocks and balls glistening. They go at it every which way, quite obviously not able to get enough of each other.
I can't get enough of them, either. This is exactly the kind of encounter I fantasize about – smoking hot, sleazy, and sexy as hell.
Rating: 1.53
23 Jul 2007 - Richard
Stairway to Heaven
Michael Vincenzo. Aaah, Michael. I've been going on about him lately, but that's only what he deserves. He's one of the hottest studs in porn, period, and I love to watch him in action.
Take, for example, this scene, where he plays opposite buff brick Peter, a tattooed hunk whose raw physical appeal sizzles on the screen. He can't get enough of Michael's dick – fuck, who could get enough of Michael's dick? And Michael doesn't seem to be able to get enough of Peter's excellent head.
Our boy is a first-rate cocksucker. Doesn't care how Michael slaps him with it, just begs for more. He eats ass, then sucks down all of Michael's cock again and again and again. It'd be enough to drive anyone wild, but Michael holds out for a long time before he gives Peter what he has coming to him.
The fucking that follows is epic. And it takes the couple up and down a beautiful old staircase in a house that looks far too nice to be a setting for a fucking this hot and sleazy.
It's something you have to see to believe, and once you've seen it, you will never forget it. The photography here is excellent – you can see every inch of hard tool invading hairy ass. Every juicy detail is caught in beautifully-lit video for your repeated enjoyment.
I'd give it two thumbs up, but I only have one hand free. It's that good, folks. Go take a look!
Rating: 1.5
20 Jul 2007 - Richard
Sleazy, Please!
The setting: a sleazy sex club like the ones I've only seen in my wettest, wildest, most dangerous dreams. The men: Marco Montana, Portuguese stud extraordinaire, and Parker Williams, power top and one hot stud.
Marco devours Peter's body, feasts on his mouth and nipples before dropping to tongue lash that enormous cock through the straining crotch of worn blue jeans – blue jeans covered with chaps! This is a hell of a way to start a scene. I almost don't believe it can follow it up, but it does! These men deliver in spades!
This kissing is so aggressive, they are so passionate, I expect them to start fighting at any second. They are like wild animals. Parker has to hang on to the chains hanging from the ceiling to keep his footing as Marco rubs against him. He delivers a first-rate boot-licking, works his way to Parker's crotch, and sucks that prizewinning cock like it's going to vanish at midnight. Marco's ass is all but begging for cock as he sucks off Parker, who looks delighted to be worshipped so expertly.
Parker's physique demands it, frankly. I'm not at all surprised by how happy Marco looks when Parker shoves him down and plays with his ass for what feels like hours, before finally sticking that huge cock into Marco's hungry hole.
These two studs really know how to work up a sweat. The fucking is fast and furious, hot and heavy, a powerhouse performance from two top actors. This is one scene you will watch over and over, just like I have.
Rating: 1.82
20 Jul 2007 - Johnson
Rainy Night
What is it about winter that brings summer memories to mind? My second year of college I spent two weeks at a cabin in the woods courtesy of my aunt and uncle. It was just me and a couple of friends, nothing elaborate. The nights were warm and starry, there was a lot of beer, a lot of bullshit stories, and plenty of male bonding.
What I remember most, though… was not, my friends… It's the guy who was across the lake. He was 35 or 40, good-looking in a professorial sort of way, and obviously wealthy. He had one of those cabins that's not really a cabin. It's a rustic townhouse built near some water. I saw him several times while I was just hiking around the woods, enjoying the solitude. We waved at each other, and talked a couple of times.
I got caught in a torrential downpour one evening, and by the time I'd run to the nearest shelter available – his porch – my hiking boots were squelching and my clothes were plastered to my body.
He let me in. We both started laughing over my miserable state. I stood in the entryway – a cabin with an entryway – and he held out a plastic bag, into which I dumped most of my clothes. I kept my jeans, went into the bathroom and toweled off, changed into the sweats he'd handed me while he lay my clothes in front of the small fire to dry.
I came out and he gave me coffee, hot and black, and hauled me in front of the fire. I don't know quite how it happened. We were just talking amicably, and then suddenly he was touching my shoulder and I looked into his eyes and we both just knew it was going to end with one of us panting on the floor under the other one. From that moment I don't think either of us could resist.
I'd never had an older man at the time, and it shocked me how good he was. Before him, and I don't even remember his name, it had always hurt to get fucked in the ass. A good hurt, but always, it hurt. Not this time.
He was hung, though. No doubt about that. He just took his time warming me up for it. Once he had me out of those sweats, he spent half an hour working my ass up to it. Lube, fingers, more lube, until I was begging for him. He had a thick cock, uncut, somehow brutal-looking on a guy as civil-looking as he was. I had it in my mouth in nothing flat, and that was when I surprised him. I don't think he'd expected me to be that good at it.
I sucked him until he made me stop, and would've been happy to keep going, but he wanted to be inside me. He leaned me over the seat of the couch, comfortable, and worked his thick tool inside me from the rear, one hand on my shoulder. The other smoothed the flesh of my back, stroked my ass, smacked it a few times.
He was gentle enough getting it in but once it was in there he really cut loose, fucking it into me hard enough to make me cry out through gritted teeth. I love getting hammered by a big dick, and he seemed to know it, gave it to me exactly how I like it: deep and hard.
After all the teasing I couldn't imagine anything feeling better. He was good, really good, kept a hand on my cock the whole time to make sure I stayed rock hard and trembling at the edge. I'd never been fucked so well or so hard. It was glorious.
When he finally came in my ass I was almost disappointed. He made it up to me, though, when he pushed me down and sucked me off magnificently. I pushed both hands into his hair and arched into his mouth, cumming my brains out in a torrential orgasm that rivaled the rain outside.
I stayed, and we fucked, until the rain slowed and I was able to make it back. I still got wet from the leaves dripping overhead, and was soaked again by the time I made it inside. The guys always wondered why I was wet to the skin and smiling. I never told my secret.
Rating: 1.85
16 Jul 2007 - Peter
What a Pair
Shopping sucks, but I had to buy new pants this week because my favorite old jeans just gave out and split right down the inside of one thigh.
Eric was kind enough to come with me, and even helped me out, bringing me several pairs while I screwed around in the changing room, feeling like a complete fussy bitch for not liking anything.
He finally brought me some that were really great, tight but comfortable, smooth denim, a good pale blue color. Twice as expensive as I was meaning to spend, but hey, they looked great.
I know they looked great because Eric couldn't wait to get them off me. He had them open and my cock out in no time, had me up against the wall where he sucked me until I was shivering. Then he leaned against the wall and sat me on the bench so I could suck him, and I did, licking every inch of that huge cock, every fold and vein, even his balls.
I didn't think we could fuck without being caught, but we did. He sat on the bench and pulled me into his lap. His cock penetrated my ass with agonizing slowness, but we had to go slow or I'd make a noise and blow our cover. The jeans were around my knees, and he held on to them to steady me as I worked down his shaft, slowly lowering my ass onto his enormous stiff prick. I could hear people just outside, voices in the next stall, the attendant chatting with someone on her cell phone. I'd never been so hard, and Eric's cock was like a flagpole.
He pulled me back, kissed my neck, stroking my shaft with his fingers, whispered in my ear, all sorts of filthy nothings.
His hips pistoned into my ass, lifting me up a little each time. I came with a gasp and a shudder, trying hard not to make any noise, and he followed soon after, his grunt muffled in my shoulder as he pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into me. I was so pissed. It made a huge mess. I had no choice but to pull the jeans up as fast as possible and wear them out.
I spent way too much, and I think the attendant was on to us, but I have some really great memories of these pants already, so it's totally worth it!
Rating: 1.58
14 Jul 2007 - Johnson
A Hard Man Is Good To Find, But Bad Men Are Easy
He shoves me against his motorcycle and I know this was a bad idea. It's brutally cold, but I'm so excited I hardly feel it. I just feel his rough hands when he jams them under my coat, groping me, shoves them into my pants, grabbing my cock. His tongue is in my mouth. His face is rough, unshaven, thick with stubble. His hair, longer than it needs to be, is hanging in both of our faces, whipped by the wind. We're in the shelter of the club's wall, but still, it's chilly, and I press close to him for warmth. I feel his cock pressing into mine. It feels big. Really big.
I grab it, and learn I'm right. He smiles, white tooth winking in the flickering streetlight. We don't have long before someone notices us. But he's daring me with all he's got to make the most of the time we have. I open his pants, button-fly, with one fumbling hand. His cock springs out; savagely hard, all but steaming it's so hot.
His breath hisses out in a plume of steam when I close my cold hand on him. He's panting against the corner of my mouth, chewing on the corner of my jaw. His lips are at my ear. "Suck me," he says. "Suck my cock."
I am panting. The air is so cold in my lungs, but I feel on fire. I kneel. He leans on the bike for support, and I take him in my mouth. His body provides shelter from the wind. His heat clings close as a blanket around him. I wrap my arms around his legs; draw his cock down into my mouth.
He's big, so big I feel my tongue pressed down by it, big enough that his head chokes off my breathing before I have it halfway down. I have to use my hands on the rest at this angle. He doesn't seem to mind. I know the contrast between hot mouth and cold air must be driving him wild. His breath is coming rough, he's shuddering.
But because he's a bad guy, he doesn't stop at making me suck it. He bends me over that bike, one arm hiked behind my back, and he fucks me in the ass. It's a rough ride. We're both crying out, gasping. His cock feels like it's bruising me inside. It's so thick and so long that my belly is awash with cold tingling, I feel dizzy, giddy with the power of his cock. He takes me brutally quick, jerking me with one hand he dampens with spit. I don't care that it's cold, or that it aches as he fucks me. All I care about is the savage animal pleasure that seizes me as he bullies me with his cock.
We come at the same time, cries lost in the sounds of city traffic, the wind. It's just another night in the concrete wilderness, predator and prey.
Or more like predator and predator. I think we both got exactly what we wanted.
Rating: 2.12
13 Jul 2007 - Peter
Down and Dirty in the Outback
What would you do if you had Carlos Morales tied up and awaiting your pleasure? What would you do if you came across that gorgeous body tied up somewhere in the Australian outback? You'd probably do what Cannon and Karl do, which is turn it into a three-way cock fest.
Nipple rings, tattoos, and shiny, hard dicks are the order of the day as a rope-bound Carlos suffers through their tender ministrations. Sucking, stroking, kissing, licking . . . it's terrible what he has to go through!
I know I'd be going nuts if I were him, too, with those two gorgeous studs hanging off my dick. I don't know who my favorite is, the handsome Karl or the dangerous-looking Cannon. Either way, I'd be dying to get fucked, and I'd do anything I had to do to get there.
Luckily, these guys understand that there's only so much a man can take, and they take pity on poor Carlos. They bend him over and give him the fucking he so richly deserves, and it's a red-letter fuck, my friends. The pictures capture the glory in vivid detail as Carlos bends at the waist to take one massive cock in his ass and the other in his hot and eager mouth.
I can't imagine that he feels anything other than completely happy. He sure looks it, sandwiched between those two muscular studs.
Let's all toast the hard-working porn stars who bring us the best wank material on the planet, even when they're on vacation in the outback. Carlos and co. are certainly three of them! Bravo, guys! We're so glad you're having a good time in Australia. Please send more pictures!
Rating: 1.43
11 Jul 2007 - Peter
We Like Mikes!
Whoa! Who's this with Lebanese super-stud Michael Vincenzo? A new pretty face!
From the opening shot of them passionately kissing, you know this is gonna be a scorcher! Dressed in nothing but blue jeans, these beautiful men rub against each other to kindle a spark. A spark that starts a raging fire!
Who better to initiate a porn newbie than Mike V., who is about as irresistible as they come? And the newcomer here is Michael Foxx, a slightly scruffy man with a hard cock and a willingness to play. And holy shit he gives incredible head! You have to see this to believe it. He sucks cock like a starving man, it's a beautiful thing.
I love it when the actors really seem so into each other they forget all about the cameras, and that's the magic that happens here. They are clearly both just desperate for it, and they go nuts on each other.
The fucking is deep and hard, and how does Michael take it? He looks beatific! Seriously, you expect grimacing and grunting, but he just has the most peaceful look on his face, like Vincenzo's cock was pushing him to a higher plane of being. It's amazing. The connection between these two simmers. They WANT to fuck, and they just HAD to fuck each other. And I gotta say the addition of cock rings? Oh, that's fucking hot.
The cumshot is the icing on the hunky cake, mutual spooge flinging abounds.
Rating: 1.3
9 Jul 2007 - Richard
Role Reversal
For a kid with a big cock, he sure can take a fucking!
Actually, I'm not surprised. My friend Sean, like a lot of hung guys, is used to bottoming. He's used to guys not being able to take him all. Now, I've let him fuck me before, but that's a story for another time. Actually, it's how we usually do things; I'm one of the few who will, so he likes to fuck me. But this time, this time was different.
He wanted me to fuck him.
I'm not hung small, myself, so I wondered if he could take it as well as dish it out. Shouldn't have doubted him. He was all over my cock like cold on ice cream, licking and sucking and slobbering. He gives the messiest head! Soon his long blonde hair was stuck to his cheeks in places. His blue eyes had gone dark with lust.
When he leaned against the kitchen counter (I'd been trying to open a bottle of wine when the fun started) and offered me his ass, I knew I had to take it. It took some doing and a dose of extra-virgin olive oil from the cabinet, but soon the head of my cock was squishing against his asshole, which yielded more and more with every moment.
His gasping cries urged me on. I watched his fingers tighten on the counter. His whole body shuddered. I reached around and held his cock in my hand, so stiff and swollen I could feel his heart beating there. God, it was obscene. I could also feel his pulse in his ass, once I slid in. Deep in.
He breathed deep and backed against me, those fine muscles flexing in his back. I shoved his shirt up to get a better look, stroked into him as my hand kept time on his massive shaft.
I fucked him slowly, wringing pleasure out of him with firm twists of my hand. When I was ready to come, I pulled out, put him on his knees on the hard kitchen floor, and made him suck it. I came all over his face while he held his tongue out. He looked so slutty, white streams of cum painting his throat and cheek, caught in his hair. Slowly he licked it away. His own cock was still juicy and hard. He pulled me down to the floor with him, flipped me to my belly and pulled my ass up.
As the head of his dick pushed into me, big enough to almost hurt, I moaned and begged for more. I was loose, ready. I took him deep, trading roles with him.
We must have switched three more times that night, ending in a furious sixty-nine. It's good to have friends who understand that sometimes you just need a big hard cock, and sometimes you just need to fuck some tight ass. Lucky for me, I have Sean, who loves to give me both at once.
Rating: 2.14
5 Jul 2007 - Peter
Wish Fulfillment
This scene doesn't fuck around! It starts with Rafael's gorgeous cock and hot body on display, and Tag Adams can't resist giving him some loving oral attention. Rafael is enjoying the fuck out of it, he caresses Tag's sexily shaved head, watches him suck it so deep he almost chokes. In fact, Tag gives Rafael exactly the kind of head I've always dreamed of giving him. Sticky, slobbery, drooling head, desperately hungry head.
Tag plays with that uncut shaft like it was the last one on earth: he's completely focused on giving Raf pleasure. And maybe just a little pain – he sure yanks on Rafael's beautiful balls like he wanted to take them home! But Raf loves it, loves it so much in fact that he decides a stiff fucking is in order. Not until there's been some ass-licking, though. Raf is damn happy to get down there and eat Tag's ass like ice cream.
The fucking is so deep I swear even I can feel it. They both love the shit out of it, groaning and laughing, having a great fucking time. The industrial warehouse setting is perfect for the down-and dirty antics of these two porn star super studs. Tag's a handful, almost more than I think I could handle, but Rafael's in control, fucking him hard enough he's biting his own jockstrap and grinding his teeth.
Stay for the cumshots! Jizz goes flying, even hitting Tag's shoulders – from behind. It's a hell of a clip!
I may never have the chance to fuck guys this hot, so for now this is the closest I can get. I'm going to enjoy the opportunity and I suggest you do the same!
Rating: 1.62
