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
3 Jul 2007 - Peter
Wild Hearted
The whole thing with Eric and the blindfold reminded me of the last time I had my heart broken, by a guy named Gabe. We were good together, fucked like rabbits, had a blast. But my cock wasn't big enough for him. He wanted more. I had no idea – I'm hung, okay, it's definitely not small, but he wanted bigger, better, more.
He was constantly sneaking off to be with another guy, Christian, who had a cock the size of… well, fuck, I can't think of anything. As big around as a Coke can, maybe. Huge. Can't say for sure, I never had my hands on it personally.
I just watched Gabe fuck him.
He didn't know I'd followed him to the club, didn't know I tailed the two of them back outside to the parking lot, where Gabe got down and gave his tattooed boyfriend the blowjob of the century. Gabe was angel-pretty, and seeing him with that massive cock in his mouth made my own dick hard as iron. I had it out and was jerking it by the time Christian pulled Gabe up and bent him over the side of a car.
"You going to take it in the ass for me this time?" Chris asked. Gabe nodded.
I don't know how it fit. All I can say is that Gabe had lots of practice. I watched in disbelief as his asshole stretched to take the whole thing, all of it, right down to the last veiny inch. It was dirty, incredibly dirty, watching that. I felt the cum sizzling in my balls, my cock aching even as I was madder than I've maybe ever been. Not that he wanted to fuck other guys, but that he hadn't told me, that he'd lied about it.
I watched them fuck, huge cock in narrow little ass, and finally Chris came, gushing into Gabe's ass. I saw the cum run out thick and white when he pulled out.
Chris went back inside while Gabe recovered, and that's when I stepped out. We had the best fuck of our relationship. I just threw him around, hammered the holy fuck out of him. But I didn't see him after that.
I'm glad I can be honest with Eric. I'm glad we can trust each other.
And it may be petty, but I'm glad that, of the two of us, now I'm the one with the thing for really big cocks.
Rating: 1.76
29 Jun 2007 - Richard
Blinded
The blindfold is tight. He has me sitting in a chair, my mouth at cock height. I'm not supposed to use my hands or try to peek. The hot, velvety flesh of his cock brushes over my cheek, my lips, and I open my mouth to take him in. The head of his cock drags over my tongue, slicker flesh, and tasty pre-cum dripping from the slit at the end. I dig my tongue into it; sweep down to taste his silky shaft. He tastes unique. I'd know him anywhere.
Just like I know, suddenly, that there's someone else in the room. I feel another hand on my head and then Eric's cock is gone, and someone else brushes a fat cock head against my lips. I turn, get a swollen cock thrust between my lips. I have to really stretch my mouth to get my lips around it. This is a mammoth cock. Bigger than Eric's.
I use my tongue to explore it, every wrinkle and fold. Not a cut cock. The taste is strong, less pre-cum, and what there is, is a little bitter. I cheat a little, put a hand on this guy's thigh, feel plenty of curly, dense hair. I sweep my mouth down further, trying his length. God, he's big. Hung huge. I'm intensely grateful to Eric for bringing me something like this to play with!
Maybe not so grateful when Eric moves me. He sits in the chair. I kneel and suck his cock. And whoever this is decides he has to have my ass. First fingers, spreading sticky lube. He spits on my ass, too, which I hate and love at the same time. Both thumbs in me, spreading me. Then he angles his cock in, that monster, and just splits me. I cry out. God, oh, god, it's too much. I'm going to tear apart. But he starts fucking me and my ass opens out, and then it's good. Much too good for me to bear it for long. I shove back on him, not caring now who it is, and I don't look even when the blindfold slips. I just keep my eyes closed, my mouth on Eric's cock.
I get a mouthful of cum. He must like watching me get fucked. Then there's cum spurting on my ass. I get turned over, big hands grab my cock and jerk me until I cum. I can see him now. I can't tell you who it is, I think I'll keep that a secret for now, but I shot my load all over his hand and my belly.
And I can't wait to do it all again.
Rating: 1.95
28 Jun 2007 - Peter
Dream Sequence
I toss and turn in my sleep, tormented by dreams that in the morning I will only half remember.
Skin slides on skin. My body feels heavy, there is a weight atop me. Lips graze my cheek, my jaw, move slowly to my mouth. I taste him . . . I would know his flavor anywhere.
His tongue melts against my lips. He is gentle with his mouth, even as he grinds his hips roughly against mine. His cock is mercilessly hard. It feels frighteningly thick, wedged between our bodies.
He thrusts impatiently, hungrily, moaning softly. His teeth click against mine. I stroke him, the muscle of his back, his tight, muscular ass. I pull his pelvis against mine as his mouth feeds on me.
His hands move me, mold me. He rolls me to my stomach, kneads my back, works down to my ass, which he spreads with his thumbs like a ripe peach. I feel the rasp as he shoves his face up to the cheeks in my ass. His tongue penetrates me. I arch back, make fists in the bedclothes, moan as he tortures my cock with his other hand, wringing it, squeezing it, bending it backward.
When I am dripping and open, when I'm ready to take him, in he mounts behind me, panting like an animal, and pushes his hardness into me. I gasp. It hurts; he's so big. But it's a good pain, not more than I can stand. It feels wonderful as he begins to shove himself into me repeatedly with rough strokes. He rubs his body against me, his hairy chest, his muscular arms circling me.
His cock is so big that every time he crams it in again, I can feel it forcing me open again. I'm stretched so wide I feel impaled on him. I shove back on him, swirling helplessly in a spiral of sensation.
He fucks me with wordless animal lust, and when we are both close to the brink he pulls out and rolls me over, rubs our cocks together until we both cum, the space between our bodies flooding with hot, gushing jets of sticky semen. The smell of it is rich and earthy; I can feel it melting into my skin.
As I drift off to sleep again, I realize it wasn't a dream at all. . . .
Rating: 1.92
26 Jun 2007 - Johnson
Muscle Bound
I'm in trouble. I know it at once when Rick gets hold of me. We're both working at the same gym, him as a trainer and me as an accounts manager. It's my job to sign 'em up, his to whip 'em into shape. But here I am, about to be whipped into shape!
He's got me sitting backwards at the lat pulldown machine, both my wrists raised and tied to the bar above my head. And he's torturing my cock.
I'm stiff as iron, and my body is begging for release, but he just keeps sucking and jerking me slowly, working me up to a frenzied peak. His own dick is hard, I can see it slipping out of the band of his blue workout shorts. He fondles it, playing with it idly. I want to suck it, want to feel it inside me.
He makes me wait until I am absolutely begging for it. Then he unties me, makes me bend over and grab the weight bench opposite us. I hang on tight to the vinyl while he makes his entrance. That cock of his, so huge and thick, darker than the rest of him, with its fat purplish head . . . it's going to make me beg for mercy in nothing flat. He slaps my ass, tells me to fuck myself on his cock.
Because I can't get enough, I do. I shove back, eagerly taking him deep into my hole. It feels like he's penetrating every part of me. He pumps his cock in my ass, hard and fast, until I feel the burn. His dick is all-consuming, it possesses me.
He leans over, muscular arms binding me tight, hauls himself into me with all his strength. His powerful body flexes one giant muscle. He works himself in and out of me with feverish force. His cock swells in my ass; my own is dripping with pre-cum.
I stroke myself off, him growling in my ear, and then I come, spurting all over the vinyl seat. He rolls me to my back, stands above me like a hot, muscle bound god, stroking his mammoth cock. He comes, and it rains down on me, hot as sweat.
We smile at each other, knowing that as soon as opportunity permits, we'll be right back here doing it again. And next time, he'll be the one tied to the machine!
Rating: 1.95
23 Jun 2007 - Peter
White Hot
I don't get the chance to be someone else's fantasy date very often, but I found out a few weeks ago that one of Eric's friends is in such lust with me that it would be inhumanly cruel not to take pity on the poor man.
Judd is an enormous black man who works out with Eric. His cock, according to Eric, who has seen it in the shower, is like a frigging python. And he's partial to plugging it into white boys.
Well.
Judd does personal training, too. I signed up for a session, since I'm due for a new workout routine. I showed up at the gym on Eric's usual day, and took his place. We were alone in the weight room, since it was late in the evening, and Judd couldn't take his eyes off my ass. I let him watch as I ran through my exercises, then let him correct my form. He kept pressing his body to me. His cock, massive and hard, was pressing into me through his workout sweats.
Eventually I just sat on the bench and let him pull it out. The thing was huge, a down curved black banana, uncut and intimidating. I sucked his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of sweat, and he moaned, his dark hands cruising over my white flesh.
It gave me a thrill to know he'd been lusting after me, so I gave him the best head I could. Real prizewinning cock sucking, I tell you. And that was no easy feat, given that it was fat like a tree limb. Tasty dark meat, though. I enjoyed sucking that massive prick immensely.
I almost balked when he said he wanted to fuck me, but I couldn't say no. Mostly because I didn't get much of a chance! He worked me up with his fingers in my ass, and when I was all but whimpering for it, I felt him pull his hand away and replace it with his cock. It pressed in so deep that I lost my stomach, like when you go over a dip in the road.
Good god, it was huge! I moaned, heart in my throat, and he started pounding into me so that my dick bounced against my belly. He massaged it with one massive paw, and I knew he was just playing with me, using me like a fuck toy the way a dog uses a chewy-bone.
I wasn't going to cum before he did – he wasn't going to let me. I had to satisfy him. That's what he said. I wound up straddling him, squatting over that monster cock and taking it in my tailpipe. I have never felt anything so lewd. I held my cock and balls while I bounced, playing with myself, and watched the hot black stud under me buck and fuck up into my ass.
He was going to cum; he told me so. I timed it just right, got myself off as he spurted into my ass. The throbbing and pulsing of his massive choco-cock had me spewing my creamy white load all over his black belly in a shower of droplets.
I licked it up, like a good boy.
Eric asked how it went, later. And I told him the truth: one of the best workouts I'd ever had.
Rating: 2.1
21 Jun 2007 - Richard
Fair Play
I go for cowboys. So sue me. And at the state fair one year I was looking for a pair of good boots when I met Stu. He was with a traveling show horse group, only in town for the weekend, and I knew I'd have to move fast. It took some sweet-talking and some hanging around as things slowed down, but I managed to get him to take me back to see the horses in the stable.
Nobody else was around, so I made my play, pushing him against a stall door and kissing him. He smelled like sweat and hay and horses, a dirty, sexy smell that made me long for some good, hard fucking. Total animal urges overcame me. I wanted to ride him like a pony.
He had a good body; solid muscle but still lean, built long, like a thoroughbred. His ass was smooth and firm as saddle leather. I caressed it while I sucked his cock, drooling furiously. He had a gorgeous cock, hung like one of the ponies he cared for. Big and thick with veins, glistening with spit.
He moaned, gasped when I got my fingers in his ass. He liked it, and when I turned him to lean against a bench, he bent willingly, showing me the pink hole between those pearly cheeks. I put my tongue in it, jerked his cock from behind, tongued his balls lavishly.
Then, when he was ready, I stood up and fitted my cock into his ass. He moaned, bucked as I worked it into him. His hand flew on his cock, and I could feel his asshole milking me. Christ, it felt wonderful. I took a handful of his shaggy blonde hair and rammed in as far as I could, listened to him cry out. I came in his ass pretty quickly, I'm sorry to say, but he had more ideas.
He pushed me back on the bench, stripped my pants down to my calves and threw my legs over one of his shoulders. I shuddered as I realized he was about to ride me home, and I felt him pressing against my asshole. I wasn't as ready as I could have been so I admit it hurt some when he put it in, but I was dragging him in by the jeans because I had to feel him inside me.
Having that huge cock in my ass made my dick hard again, and I stroked it. Holy god, he had a lot of endurance, fucked me for what must have been a half an hour with that pony dick of his, ramming it over and over into my quivering butt hole. I came again at the same time he did, my climax setting his own off like a firecracker, and we both hollered and shuddered and ground to a halt.
I came back to the fair next day, but they were gone, the show group cleared out. I sure wasn't surprised when I learned that they'd taken the prize with them.
Rating: 1.65
19 Jun 2007 - Peter
Double Meat
I only knew James for about two weeks. He was getting ready to move to New York, and I hooked up with him at a club only a little before he was due to go. But we hit it off big time. And sometimes I think of him still.
He had a way of talking me into trouble. I was in more of it those two weeks with him than I've ever been before in my life. He worked at a really great little restaurant in the trendy part of downtown, and I'd hang out after hours for cleanup. Nights that he locked up, we'd be the last ones there, and there was almost always a lot of fucking going on. Me and a few of the other regulars took to helping out because we knew that James would probably get up to something. We were like junkies waiting for a fix. He was just that gorgeous and just that good.
The night I remember best it was me, James, and another pair of regulars, Cory and Shane. Cory and Shane were gym rats who worked in shipping and loading – huge guys. James and I had been ogling them for weeks. When he asked them to stay after, I knew he was up to something. Sure enough, he offered them blowjobs.
Well I couldn't let him do all the work himself, especially not when I saw the huge, hairy cocks that Shane and Cory produced. It was something else. James and I were on our knees side by side working those mammoth tools, sometimes leaning over to sneak a slurp of the other's meat, and above, the two guys were groping each other and kissing. Sexual heat filled the room – you could've fried an egg on the countertop.
When these guys wanted more, James was eager to oblige. He bent over the counter and spread his ass. I got him ready, fingers and tongue, until his furry asshole was about as slippery as it was ever going to get. Then I geld Shane's huge cock while he guided it in for the kill. I watched that tight ass split around the mammoth shaft and felt my cock hard and dripping.
I got my own fucking that night – Cory's massive member might have looked impossibly huge, but it fit into my ass sure enough. I lay back on the counter with him on top of me. James could turn and kiss me, and we both came that way, getting pounded.
Then we went on our knees and took their loads on our faces, in our mouths. We swapped it in a sticky, messy kiss, and James laughed, wiping his wrist over his chin. Those mammoth cocks were still stiff, too. Yeah, there was a lot more trouble still to come.
Rating: 1.79
16 Jun 2007 - Richard
Window Seat
When I was 19 and still in school, I got paid to do a week's worth of odd jobs for a friend's cousin, an eccentric professor of something or other who had just come back from sabbatical in Europe and needed someone to help him sort out all the stuff that'd gone wrong in his absence. He lived in an upscale neighborhood in a house that was positively palatial.
The guy was gorgeous, we're talking the whole nine yards of manliness. Professor Griffith was tall, had a lot of thick, dark hair, and fiercely black eyes that gave just a touch of danger to his otherwise friendly face.
I had a thing for him from day one, but I didn't think I had a shot with him. He had a wife, and an ex-wife with two kids. He seemed totally straight. But as me and the other three college guys worked on cleaning up his garage, clearing out his yard, fixing windowsills and leaks in the roof and all that, he was always watching us. Always.
I thought he was suspicious of us at first, and that only worsened the day he asked me to stay later than the others so he could talk to me. I thought he was going to accuse me of stealing something, so I had my defenses all planned out. To my surprise, he just handed me a hundred-dollar bill and told me to go out and move the stack of firewood from under the left eave of the shed to the right.
I did it, sweat beading on my muscles as I worked, bending and hauling. I became aware Mr. Griffith was staring at me through the big French doors in back, and when I caught him groping himself, I understood.
So. Mr. Griffith liked men. It was probably just hard for him to admit it. Well, I'd oblige him. I gave him a sly look and from then on was careful to show off my muscles. I wasn't huge or anything, but I was young and lean, and he obviously liked what he saw.
When I was done I settled, sitting on the pile of logs and stretching back to lean against the shed's brick wall. The sun baked down gold on me, and I shucked my shirt away. Mr. G was leaning against the doors with one arm, a look of hunger on his face that turned me on fiercely. I stared back, reached down and grabbed my crotch. He nodded to me.
I pulled my cock out, stroked it to full hardness, and he did the same, producing a prodigious tool that was just as handsome as the rest of him. A nice, thick cock surrounded by plenty of dark, beautiful hair.
I watched him spit on his hand and start stroking. My own cock swelled and throbbed. Soon I was drawn up, as though he had a leash on my dick and was pulling me to him. I walked to stand on the other side of the door, my hand against the other side of the glass from his own. I watched his hand move on his huge cock, watched the skin sliding over the stiff flesh, felt my own body respond, my dick leaking, my mouth watering. He leaned closer, resting his head against the glass, watching me intently.
I could have opened the doors, gone in, but I didn't. I stood there, sun shining on my naked back, stroking off for him, watching him do the same. His breath clouded the glass. His hips flexed as he pushed through his fist.
It was creeping up on me, too; I was going to come. Hard. I gave myself several hard, fast jerks, my balls drew up, and cum shot from my cock to splash on the window.
At almost the same moment, Mr. Griffith came, shot after shot splattering across the panes of glass, melting down. We looked at one another, and I could see the mixed relief and gratitude in his eyes.
I worked for him for two weeks. We did that four or five more times. The last time had a totally different ending, but I think I'll leave that one just between him and me. I have to keep his secret, after all.
Rating: 2.29
13 Jun 2007 - Peter
Contrasts
I like to fantasize about who I'd hire to fuck me, if I had more money than God. Vin Nolan is a current favorite; he doesn't look like the type, but that's what makes him so perfect. He looks way too dangerous to be a paid pet.
My fantasy is simple. I've met him at a garage, and found out he makes extra money selling himself. So I pay him to show up for a date.
He looks too scruffy by half to be in my exquisitely-appointed bedroom. His stare looks bored until I step in, and then he's all dangerous attention. He's already taken his clothes off. He knows why he's there, after all.
Unlike the other escorts I've hired, he doesn't make an effort to come across as a nice guy. He's pushy, maybe a little mean, and certainly not the kind of guy you'd want to be at the mercy of. And that makes him perfect.
He swaggers over. "You want to fuck me?" he asks. I nod. I'm about to say something but he shakes his head. "No, you don't. You want me to fuck you. That's why you brought me here. You want me to hold you down in your $400 sheets and you want me to fuck you senseless. Isn't that right?"
I swallow, hard.
He grabs me, shoves me to my knees. "Suck me, then," he demands.
I mouth his cock. It's not hard yet. That pisses me off a little – I paid for willing, dammit – but at the same time I feel an uncontrollable urge to please him, so I do my best. My reward is feeling his flesh harden in my mouth, swelling slowly until it's reached its full, impressive length. Veins cover it. I run my tongue over each of them, suck on the head. He thrusts a hand into my hair and pushes deeper. Soon I'm deep-throating him while he fucks my mouth.
He's rough, and doesn't take it easy on me. I have some idea that this is what I can expect when he goes after my ass, and the thought makes my cock jump. By the time he hauls me up and shoves me onto the bed, I'm all but begging for it.
He hauls my ass up, spits into it, spreads it with his fingers and drools onto my asshole. Then he smacks my ass, hard, and mounts up behind me. I hear him spit on his palm. Christ, I'm trembling, waiting for him to shove it into me, fearing it too, but needing it desperately.
He doesn't disappoint. Nothing gentle about it at all – he just slides in and starts fucking hard and fast, just how I needed it. He grabs my shoulders in his powerful hands and shoves me down, his hard young body driving into mine, using me, giving me a dirty, fast fucking. He has engine grease stains on his arms from his day job as a mechanic. His knuckles are scarred. He's a fighter, a scrapper, a born bad-boy who is taking out all his frustration on my ass.
Yes, I think, as I jerk myself to a furious orgasm, that was just what I needed.
Rating: 1.76
13 Jun 2007 - Johnson
Breezeway
Eric found out about one of my little… episodes. It's not like I'm cheating on him, exactly. We both reserve the right to fool around. It's just that I didn't tell him, and then he found out about it, and then he got angry. So I came home to about ten inches of pissed-off cock. And believe me, that ten inches, when Eric's mad, it feels like twelve.
He was waiting for me outside my apartment, in the breezeway. Before I even had my keys in the door he had me against the wall, punished me with savage kisses, bit my lip almost bloody. He was shirtless already, soon tore his pants open. His cock thrust out stiff and hard. The night was cold, but it was hot enough to fuse sand to glass between us!
There's a staircase near my door, and the shadows under it provided cold but adequate shelter from prying eyes as he dragged me over, shoved me to my knees on the concrete. He took a fistful of my jacket, angry breath steaming in the air, and pushed his cock into my mouth. I had to suck it, or choke.
I choked anyway as he forced it between my lips repeatedly. There's nothing quite like a vigorous throat-fucking, especially administered outdoors, where anyone could walk past and see us.
Later he'd pin me to the bed and fuck my ass until I begged for mercy, all the while forcing me to recount what I'd done, and for how long, and with whom. But for now, he wasn't interested in hearing my stories, my excuses. He filled my mouth with something more useful – his cock. I was drooling on myself, gasping for breath between strokes.
At last he drew back, pre-cum already dripping from his cock preparatory to the big launch, and then it came shooting out as he came in thick white streams.
He wiped it across my cheeks, rubbed the tip of his shaft over my lips one last time, and I licked him.
"Now," he said, pulling me up. "Tell me everything."
Rating: 1.74
9 Jun 2007 - Peter
Sparks Fly
Meet the boys. Dru is the dark-haired one, and Justin's the smutty blonde. Dru loves sucking balls and licking ass. Justin has an amazing cock with a crazy downward curve. And they are a perfect match. They're all over each other, amateur studs suddenly overjoyed to be fucking on camera.
Dru sucks Justin, and looks great doing it with his bratty facial piercings and little neck tattoo. Justin loves the attention, lies back grinning about it. And wait 'til you see how Dru chows down on Justin's prime little ass! He goes up to the cheeks in those cheeks! He also bends that crazy cock backwards and sucks on it like a silly straw! And the fucking? They each savor every grinding inch!
Justin's gorgeous, so I can't say I blame Dru for wanting to really go to town on him. Watching them kiss is so sexy it's unreal. Also sexy: Dru's little navel piercing. I thought those were only for chicks, but on him it's . . . well, I'm a bit embarrassed by how cute I think it is.
The fucking is jackhammer-quick, and full of amateur lust. They fuck each other all over the place. My favorite bit is Dru riding Justin's cock and jerking his own. You can tell he's all about it. It's hot as hell.
And, I have to say, as much gay porn as I watch, cumshots where the guy is getting fucked in the ass are not that common! This one is first-rate.
Definitely a hot clip to keep you warm at night!
Rating: 1.57
7 Jun 2007 - Richard
One In The Hand
What's better than a fat handful of oversized cock?
I had dinner with friends from out of town this week. One of them, Bryce, is a total stud. Blonde, big brown eyes, a killer smile and a body to die for... He works in advertising, which is a dead shame because he really ought to be a model. I couldn't resist flirting with him, and he flirted right back, so I figured some playing wouldn't hurt.
I squeezed his thigh during dinner and he put his hand on mine, brought it up to his crotch where I was delighted to discover a fat handful of man-meat already bulging at the seams.
I played with him off and on throughout dinner. Near the end, he just slipped a little lower in his seat and opened his pants surreptitiously. I put my hand in, pulled him out, and stroked him.
Just from feel, it must have been nine inches. Not cut, either, that beautiful foreskin rolling back and forth over the tip, making it a liquid glide back and forth as I stroked him. I wanted to feel all the veins, bumps, and ridges, though, so he put a hand down and held the skin tight, and I slipped a hand up and down his shaft. It was slippery with pre-cum.
Bryce is a dripper, and I just love that. I smeared the sticky pre-come all over his shaft, jerked him, wringing at his cock with one hand. No, our guests had no idea what was going on. They were way into their drinks by that point, and having too good a time. I couldn't imagine having a better time than jerking Bryce off, but holy god, I wanted to taste him, too. I got greedy, I admit it.
We pulled it off. I whispered in his ear, then excused myself. Three minutes later, he showed up in the restaurant bathroom, and I barely let the door close behind him before I went to my knees and sucked him. I worshipped that thing – so thick and heavy with blood that it hung at a downward angle. The flesh was swollen and flushed dark. I sucked him like an exotic fruit, savoring the salt, and when he finally came I just drank it down.
We finished dinner uneventfully. He did return the favor, in the car, but as to how that happened… well, that's a story for another time!
Rating: 2.01
6 Jun 2007 - Peter
Obsession
I don't know what it is about big cocks that drive me so wild. I never used to be this bad about it. I mean, think about it logically. A guy has an average-sized cock, it's just plain easier to deal with. Easier to swallow, easier to take in the ass when it comes to that. I've had tons of lovers who were average or just a little better. But I get my first taste of huge cock and I'm an addict.
I won't lie. I feel inferior. Not because I have a little cock, I'm proud to say I don't, but because wrestling with monsters like that is bound to make anyone feel a little less than up to the task. Holy god, but with a huge one in your face, it's all you can do to keep up.
I used to make my guys roll their eyes up in their heads by taking them all the way down. Deep-throating isn't that hard. There's a trick to it, and once you have it down, you can handle most guys with no trouble. But lately… jeez... My man of the hour, Eric, he's hung like a bull.
I love him, love his cock, but I can't swallow the whole thing. Just… no fucking way… But that makes me so hot, gets me so hard. To put my hand up and feel him sliding into my mouth, more than I know what to do with, an overabundance of the thing I love best, that's the best feeling in the world.
And it hurts when he fucks me. Always. Just a little, but there's always that moment right after he shoves it in where I'm close to panicking because I'm sure I'm going to split. Then he reaches around and starts stroking me, and I know it's the best feeling on earth. I'm so full I'm sure I'm going to split up the middle with it.
The one thing I can really point to is this: with a big cock, you can damn well feel it when he cums. There's no room in there, none at all, for anything else. When his cock swells and twitches, pulsing come deep in my ass which fits him tight as a glove, I know I feel every throb. That always sends me off like a bottle rocket.
I couldn't love it more.
Rating: 1.69
2 Jun 2007 - Richard
Save a Horse, Ride a Harley!
From the minute this video opens with Harley sucking on amateur blonde babe Kurt's nipples, and Kurt's cock hardening in his underwear, you know you're in for a great amateur show. And you're not wrong!
The sex here is real, almost tender. The heat rolls off these two as they explore each other. Kurt sucks Harley down with a thoroughness that's wonderful to see. Who can blame him for taking his time with a fat cock like that? But it's not boring! Things come to a boil fast, and scruffy, tattooed Kurt quickly turns Harley over to suck him, getting him primed for what comes next. They explore each other, mouths and cocks and hands. Obviously excited by each other.
Harley rides Kurt first – crouching over him and lowering that ass onto Kurt's massive cock. You can see the hole-stretching amateur fucking as they both get hotter and hotter. Then Kurt rides Harley. Oh, it's still Harley getting fucked, but Kurt bends him over and really takes charge, pounding up his ass with true amateur spirit. These guys are totally into each other. You can tell from the heat that just rolls off them.
This scene reminds me of all the fun I have had with guys just like this. Amateur Joes with stiff cocks and a willingness to put them anywhere. A great scene, and first-rate fantasy fodder.
Rating: 1.66
31 May 2007 - Johnson
Bitch
He smacks my ass, which drives me nuts. What am I? His little bitch?
Yeah, apparently I am. And apparently I go for it in a major way, no matter how much knowing that makes me grind my teeth.
He smacks my ass, and I feel his cock press against my asshole. I jump, I always do. It always seems so much bigger than I remember. His fingers got me ready, I'm as warmed up as I am going to get, but this still feels like something not quite possible.
This was going to be a special night, one we'd both taken off to spend time together, maybe have a romantic dinner, but the trouble is that neither of us are really very romantic guys. We walked down the street to the diner we both love, and on the way back he just shoved me into an alley between a laundromat and a used CD store. There's a back entrance here, with three short concrete steps and a handrail. I'm bent over the handrail now, a little uncomfortable but horny as hell, my cock hanging free in the breeze because he's tugged my pants down to my knees.
I can't see his face, but I know the look of determination on it as he forces himself into me. One strong hand holds me steady. I groan, then cry out. His cock slips in, a little, then a little more. The head is inside, slips into me all at once. I moan, pushing back, and it feels like I'm going to split!
He uses me fast and rough, pounding into my ass until it burns. I'm gasping for breath, hardly able to speak. He keeps smacking my ass, yanking my shoulder, my shirt, my hair. "You my bitch?" he growls, roughly. "You mine?"
I am. Oh, yes, I am.
He cums in my ass, a hot torrent of come that I would honestly rather have swallowed, but I think it just snuck up on him. The bastard. He pulls out and I shove him back against the laundromat's metal door. I turn him, shoving his pants down. My fingers slide into the hot, hairy crack of his ass, seeking, probing, sliding deep. I keep an elbow between his shoulder blades, press close to him, his body heat merging with mine. My cock rubs up against his ass and he groans, and shifts. He knows I'm going to fuck him. I lean close in to his ear, pushing my cock into him slowly.
"Who's the bitch now?"
Rating: 1.81
29 May 2007 - Peter
Welcome
I'd like to welcome Dario Granada to porn. He's new, I hear, though I did catch him fucking Cory elsewhere on the site.
Actually, that incredibly sexy video clip is why I perked up when I saw these pictures of Dario, solo. I wanted a better look at this hot young stud. He's built lean and graceful, he has a genuinely beautiful, sculpted look to him. His face is handsome, mysterious. And his cock . . . let me say a few words about his cock.
Holy fucking shit.
Mother of God.
Also: son of a fucking bitch!
It's rumored to be 11 inches long. I can't say for sure without a closer look, much closer, but from these pics I will say it appears to be one of the juiciest cocks I've seen in a long time. It's got lovely veins and a head that's perfectly proportioned for sucking. The smooth skin all but gleams, like a ripe plum.
He's not cut, either, has a nice dusky foreskin to play with. I love that in a guy. Seeing him manhandle his own cock makes me want to help him out with it. It's sure big enough that it looks like he could use another pair of hands.
Everything about this man is a turn-on. He's just about perfect. I really hope he decides to stay in porn, because I think he's found his true calling.
Rating: 1.75
26 May 2007 - Johnson
Two-Man Team
I like it cheap, dirty, and hard. Two guys, a demolition site, the rubble of trash houses cleared out to make parking lots in a rough neighborhood. We're like the dirty secret in the middle of the urban decay. I'm on my knees. One guy is already in front of me, his massive cock in his fist, hard as a steel girder and threaded with big blue veins. I can see tattoos on his belly and his thighs, peeking out from his clothing.
The other guy is a monstrous black stud; he's the one who caught me eyeing them on my jogging route and called me over. His cock is truly a sight to behold. It must be ten inches long, the skin dark and shiny, the head a fat and swollen purple knot that's already dripping pre-come.
The idling of the diesel-engine Cat is a low-range purr that comes up through my bones. I open my mouth. Tats is first, knotting a scar-knuckled fist in my shirt at the shoulder, pushing his cock into my mouth. I taste him, musk and sweat and the dirt of a day's honest work. My mouth waters. He fucks his cock between my lips ruthlessly enough that I don't have time to swallow. I almost choke, wind up drooling on myself, on him. The black dude is standing next to me, and he shoves me with his knee now and then.
"Looks like this white boy really knows his way around a cock," he remarks. "Don't you, white boy?"
I murmur yes. He offers me his cock. Well, maybe offer isn't the right word. He takes my hair and makes me take it, shoving it in far enough to gag me.
"You like that? You like sucking that big black dick?" he asks.
I nod, gasp for breath before he shoves in again. They take turns fucking my face until I'm a gasping, drooling mess. It's humiliating, but it's also a huge turn-on. Just on the other side of the half-ruined walls and piles of rubble, traffic goes on. Anyone up on a second story could see, if they thought to look.
When they pull me up, bend me against the bulldozer's tank tread, I know I'm going to get the jackhammer fucking of my life, and I'm not wrong. It's quick and hard, dirty, the gravel and dust grinding under work boots as they jockey for position. The black guy goes first, shoving his cock into my ass with very little preparation. My cry is cut off by the other guy shoving his cock into my mouth. They pummel me back and forth like a couple of schoolyard bullies, and I love every second of it.
That black monster keeps bruising my ass, and I feel it swell and throb, filling me with liquid heat. Christ, what a feeling.
It's worse when Tats comes around and shoves his cock in there after it. I can feel the cum running out, streaking my thighs. I don't care. God, it feels amazing. I cum first, my hand on my cock. I have no idea where it even goes. In the midst of the pleasure I'm not paying attention. He finishes a minute later, slamming into me ruthlessly another dozen times before his cock jerks.
I stagger off, unable to quite believe what's happened.
The next day, the building is just loose rubble, and they're gone. I'm so glad I appreciated them while they were here.
Rating: 1.99
24 May 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: 1.82
21 May 2007 - Peter
Exotic Spice
What do you get when you throw two of the hottest exotic hunks in porn together for a cocks-out romp on a beautiful, cozy set?
You get balls-to-the-wall hot ass-fucking.
Huessein is a hunky, hairy Turk with a swarthy complexion, eyes to die for, and a massive cock that he's more than happy to use on Ivan Andros. Ivan's an exotic hunk, himself, half Spanish and half Italian, all stud, and hung like a mule.
This is a shoot you won't want to miss – nothing but hard, powerful muscles, huge throbbing cocks, hairy bodies pressed tight together, rigid iron-hard cocks . . . it's a wet dream come true. I have wanted to see more of both these guys for a while, but getting to see them together is sublime.
Huessein really takes charge of Ivan's ass, I'll tell you that. This is the kind of fucking I'm dying for right now – hot, hairy, and hard. Watching them climb all over each other, kissing, jerking, sucking, fucking, is incredibly erotic. Ivan loves it all – from licking ass to taking cock in his, he's over the moon for Huessein's cock. And who wouldn't be?
These two are perfectly matched, a great pair. And between them, it's hot enough to melt steel. All I can say is what Ivan was probably saying after the shoot: More, please!
Rating: 1.44
19 May 2007 - Johnson
New Toy
We pick him up at the bar where there are enough revelers that we feel justified in leaving a little early. We ditch the crowd and head back to Eric's place with our new conquest, a guy named Gerard, who is half French and incredibly gorgeous. His Gallic paleness is offset by black hair so fine it ripples like fur in the wind, and accented by eyes so darkly blue they look brown or hazel. He's beautiful, pretty like a statue, and Eric and I are just dying to play with him.
We strip him slowly. I get his shirt over his broad shoulders. Eric starts at his narrow waist, flipping the belt open and sliding a hand down. They're kissing. I hear Eric's murmur of approval. I can't resist reaching around to see what he's got. It's a big cock, huge. Our hands caress it to full weeping hardness, and I watch as Eric drops to his knees, servicing it with his mouth.
I love to watch him suck a big, fat cock. Hey, maybe I should be jealous, but I don't have it in me. I love to watch him too much. Even my mouth is watering at this one, which is fat as Eric's and a little longer, pale-skinned right up to the tip, which is a rich fleshy pink under his smooth-sliding foreskin. I can't blame Eric for sucking it with gusto.
I have a round ass in front of me, so I drop and get my tongue into it. I reach around and grab that firm cock, holding it for Eric. I feel his breath, then his lips against my fingers. He's a damn fine cocksucker. Gerard arches forward, pushing his cock deeper. I can tell Eric's doing a fine job because Gerard's asshole is twitching, squeezing, around my tongue. It squeezes my fingers, too, when I push two in and probe his ass, stretching the muscle.
We tease him like this for a while before Eric goes to find lube. I sit back on the couch and Gerard sucks my cock, which is hard as marble. His own shaft bobs erotically and he jerks it casually. Eric comes back in and helps me anoint my cock, helps Gerard seat himself on it, straddling my thighs and backing down onto it. I watch it slide in. He moans as my cock parts him, and then leans back, draping his body over me. I kiss him. I can see straight down his chest to that thick cock jutting from the silky black hair of his groin.
Eric steps up, leans in and braces himself on the back of the couch. They rub their cocks together. The sight of it is enough to set my cock throbbing in Eric's ass. Those two massive members… were dueling sword to sword. I moan, arching up, grinding Gerard into Eric. They slip and slide against each other, first one and then the other taking both stiff dicks in hand. I help, sliding a wet palm over their cock heads. We're building up quite a head of steam. Who will cum first? I have no idea.
It's Eric, surprisingly. He exclaims, then swears, and I feel his cum spurt over my fingers, dripping down onto Gerard's cock, his belly. I rub the mess in. Gerard is arching, bouncing, and grinding his ass in my lap. He stiffens and cum, cock leaping, and I cum inside him as his sticky semen drenches my hand.
As Eric leans in to lick at the mess, I know he's not done yet. Neither am I. After all, we have all night to play with our new toy.
Rating: 1.84
16 May 2007 - Peter
Leather
There's very little more satisfying than getting a handful of really big cock and knowing it's going to be an amazing day.
Last week, Eric and I were at the mall picking up some new spring clothes. I don't care much for shopping, but Eric's okay with it, and I admit I need his help to make it out of the mall without throttling someone. It was a slow day so the store we stopped in to get pants was almost empty. The sales clerk more or less left us alone, so we could try on as much as we liked.
Eric called me in for the fifth time to look at a different pair of pants. I'd already picked mine out, but he fusses over his appearance more than I do, so I knew I'd have to go in there at least twelve times and tell him that he looked fine.
When I went in this time, he was wearing a pair of leather pants, though, and I about keeled over. He looked great . . . tight ass in tight pants, and in front, that considerable bulge.
"I see you like them!" he said. I certainly did! Without ado, he pushed me against the door and kissed me hard, pressing his body against mine. The hardness of his cock swelled in his pants, and I could feel it straining against me. I reached down to feel him through the taut leather. It felt great.
We had maybe ten minutes before someone came to check on us. I decided to make the most of it.
I dropped, ran my tongue over his leather-covered crotch, tracing the line of his cock with my tongue. The smell and taste of leather made me ache to get fucked, but I held on, opened his pants to let his cock spring free.
He obligingly pulled his shirt off and I sucked him, running a hand over his chest and the other up and down his leather-covered thigh. He leaned back against the wall of the tiny dressing room while I sucked him. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I could hear the sales clerk walking past outside with another customer, and we tried so hard to stay quiet. I didn't stop, though. I kept sucking.
Soon he was pushing forward, grabbing my hair, his cock leaking on my tongue. He came and I caught it in my mouth, sticky and hot. I love the taste of him.
I rubbed my face on his thigh, then helped him put his cock away before anyone came in and caught us.
As for the pants, he wore them out of the store. I have to say, they look really great, especially when he's not wearing anything else.
Rating: 1.76
14 May 2007 - Peter
Rooftop Rendezvous
It's cold out, too cold to practice for the swim team, but your coach insists you get a workout anyway. What do you do? Pick the hottest stud you can find and warm yourself up, of course!
Nat Summers is a hung and nicely muscled stud whose training partner, Andy, is eager to help him warm up with some oral action. Andy starts out by deep-throating Nat's cock. It does look chilly! They're on a rooftop somewhere in just their skins, and it's obvious it's just rained! But the photo shoot is hot enough to keep them both sizzling (not to mention that these are just beautiful pictures).
Nat returns the favor, going down on Andy with obvious gusto – even in still pictures, you can see how much he loves sucking on that cock. He takes it all the way down, over and over. I love how sexy it is when he plays with his own nipples – it must have been cold out there, because they sure are hard the whole time!
These two muscular, tattooed hunks sure have me heated up! But at least I'm warm and inside, not out on a rooftop in the rain. You know, I almost feel sorry for these guys. Almost.
I don't think they feel sorry for themselves, though. Look at them! They're having way, way too much fun. Bad boys. Lucky bastards.
Rating: 1.64
11 May 2007 - Johnson
Private Performance
What surprised me was not that Barry should remember me after all these years, but that he should be so willing to jump right back into the sack with me. He'd been a singer for a really great local band, and when his modest fame carried him off for a few years, I'd figured he'd left his hometown and everyone in it behind. But when I caught up with him backstage after a return concert, I was delighted to learn he remembered everything.
The hospitality area was tiny and crowded, and most everyone was either drunk or pumped on adrenaline. Barry was in the second group, dragged me easily through the throng and into a small changing room off to one side. I figured he just wanted to talk, but as soon as the door closed behind us he was on me, had me pinned to the wall and was kissing me fiercely.
All that fame had sure made him cocky. As if, with a nine-inch pecker, he hadn't been cocky enough. He hadn't changed much, still had the same shaggy brown hair, the same velvety brown eyes, the same razor-sharp good looks. And his voice. Fuck. He was a singer. It didn't matter what he said, it sounded beautiful. There was a time when I'd have done anything for him if he had just used that lovely voice. And I had.
I found myself doing it again now. "Get on your knees," he growled. "Get on your knees and worship my cock."
I'd forgotten just how pushy he can be, and just how hot it makes me. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than his thick, hard cock filling my throat.
I ripped his jeans open, the denim damp with sweat. He smelled rich and male. His cock was at half-mast already, and only a few licks had it stiff and straining. I took him in my mouth, deeply, savoring the taste of him. He was sweaty, tasted like salt. I licked him from the base to the tip, over and over, sucked it. He grabbed his shaft, stroked it, lifted his cock to expose his hairy balls. "Lick me," he said. "Show me how much you've missed me."
I did, of course. I nosed right up into his balls and tongued away, enjoying the thick, masculine taste of sweat, the salt of it sharp on my tongue. His hand was rough in my hair. He was stroking his cock with the other, until pre-come trickled out. I caught it on my tongue, swooped my mouth down on him, praying that I wasn't just dreaming or fantasizing.
I was so lucky. Fame, had come calling, carried him off, but he hadn't forgotten me. A lot of guys, a lot of girls, would've given a lot to be where I was, worshipping the cock of a bona fide rock god. I imagined that we were onstage, that I was sucking him in front of thousands of adoring fans. I didn't think I'd ever have the nerve to do it for real, but the idea turned me on so much I had to put a hand in my pants and start stroking.
I sucked him for all I was worth; throwing in every trick I'd learned during our months together. The flesh of his massive member swelled and stiffened in my mouth. I felt him throb and pulse only moments before he flooded my mouth with sticky cum, pushing so deep he almost choked me. I spluttered and coughed, made a terrible mess with the mouthful of cum. He made me lick it up, then hauled me to my feet.
"I'm not done with you," he growled. And I moaned softly, not knowing what he had in store, but knowing that was true.
Rating: 1.95
10 May 2007 - Peter
Oil Change
So I was looking for more information on Asian hunk Cory, who sort of caught my attention a while back, and I found this scene that features him getting thrown around and fucked like a puppet. It's awesome. Right at the start, these three hung studs grab him and force him to suck their dicks. Big, fat, tasty dicks, too.
They hold his hair, swear at him, slap him around, spit in his mouth, but he's a total glutton for the cock, sucks no matter how they choke him. They slap his ass, shove him around, and eventually they get to fucking him. Three guys in a row, cussing, slapping, spitting and splitting, cute Cory's ass until I'm practically ready to beg for mercy. It doesn't come much hotter than this.
They fuck him on the floor, make him suck their cocks, spit in his ass, torment and tease him, make him beg for cock before they stick it into him. And he's a begging little bitch by the time they're done. Totally broken to their dicks.
If you've ever fantasized about being at the "mercy" of three hung and horny guys who want to use you as their cum rag, then this is a clip you simply must see!
Rating: 1.5
7 May 2007 - Johnson
A Close Shave
I don't know what it is about guys shaving, but it just drives me wild. If I catch so much as a glimpse of Eric shaving in the mirror, I get a huge hard-on, instantly.
I caught him last Tuesday lathering up, and I just stood in the hall and watched through the open door. He had the towel around his waist, and water was beaded over his broad shoulders, running down the channel of his spine. Delicious.
I couldn't stand it for long, I had to go in there and pull that towel away, grab his cock, and start playing with it. He kept trying to shave, but he was laughing, and I was squeezing, so he accidentally cut himself.
Naturally, I felt bad, so I had to get down and suck it to prove how sorry I was. I love the taste of him when he's just showered, and how his clean skin feels in my mouth, soft and supple with water, but with the hardness of his cock underneath.
Just to try something different this time, I leaned him back on the edge of the sink and grabbed his shaving kit. In short order, I'd lathered him up below the belt and was carefully taking off the hair a stroke at a time.
Porn stars do it because it makes their dicks look bigger. Well, when I was through with Eric – he's such a good boy, he never complained – he looked huge. I wiped him down with a wet towel and leaned back to appreciate my handiwork . . . nothing short of incredible.
I sucked it again, stroked it with one hand. It all felt so smooth and slippery! I drooled all over him, squeezed his balls, played with him, even pulled off to lick him from his tip right down to his nuts, running my tongue over all the flesh that had been furry until this morning.
He could only take so much, and soon he bent me over the sink, broke out the lube, and started working that monster into me. I reached back and held my ass open for him, felt his slick flesh sliding into me, way into me, felt how lewd it was as his massive cock split me. It was so slippery, so utterly naughty and filthy. My cock was hard as nails, and he soon had a fist around it, pumping me to a frenzy.
I bucked back against him, shoving back until I couldn't take another minute, and then I came explosively, all over the bathroom cabinet.
He came, too, turned me around and kissed me while he jerked off on my belly. The cum ran down and covered us both, making him slippery and getting matted in my pubic hair.
I don't know whether I'd want him to go hairless all the time, but I think it was definitely an amazing change. Eric, though . . . he says next time it's my turn.
Rating: 1.62
