Race You
Sometimes you're just in the mood to watch a guy jerk off. Don't ask me to explain it. Besides, do I have to? I bet you understand.
And I ask you, what better way is there to learn what a guy likes than to watch him pleasure himself?
If I had Jack London in front of me, that's what I'd have him do.
I'd watch as he stripped, revealing his lean, beautiful runner's body. He's not shy, and gives me a sexy grin as he strips his briefs off, revealing a chiseled body and a stiffening dick. He's hung, no mistake, and it looks even bigger on his lean frame. I settle back, groping myself, as he begins to play with himself.
He spits into his hand and puts a shine on that thing, his fist gliding up and down his big, fat shaft, wringing it, teasing the head with a twist of the wrist. He's pulling the skin back and forth, which makes his balls swing enticingly. The tip of his cock grows shiny with pre-cum.
By this time I'd be jerking my own cock, and it'd be a race to see who could get off first. His face twists with concentration, his brows knitting, and he pants through parted lips as the pleasure mounts.
I'm feeling my orgasm building in my balls and I know he feels his, too, because his nuts are drawn up tight against his body. I want to roll them in my mouth, suck them, play with them, but I just watch for now. Right now I want to see him cum all over himself, I want to watch that cock twitch as he shoots his load.
Sure enough, he gives his cock a final twist and then cum spews out of it as he flogs his cock, and it splatters all over his belly, halfway to his chest. It looks delectable, delicious, and I lean over, still jerking my cock, to lick it off him. I know I can get him hard again, so I slide my mouth down and suck him
Well, okay. Maybe I wouldn't stop with just watching him jerk off!
Rating: 1.73
3 Mar 2007 - Johnson
Blazing Heat
What is the hottest thing I've seen lately? What's launched my loads like a superpowered spraygun? JR and Caio in this poolside suck and fuck. Fuck formula, the heat between these two is real, and it smokes on the screen. JR is proud, stern, and sure of himself, and we know he's gonna cram that nine inch cock into something before it's all over. He's eager to lick Caio's ass who can blame him for that? And when he's primed, in JR goes.
Caio is oh, fuck it. He's perfect. The perfect, bad boy. Nipple ring, ponytail, sexy as fuck tattoo, darkly handsome, and he even has a little scar on his left cheek. It's no wonder JR can't resist his charms. Well, that might also be due to Caio's extraordinary cocksucking abilities.
These two guys love to fuck. You can tell, even in still pictures. They are smoldering hot, both of them, and together, their blaze is like a wildfire. Look at Caio's face when JR shoves it in from behind. He turns with one eyebrow cocked in the sexiest over-the-shoulder look I've seen in ages. I came twice over that one!
And when JR is through dishing out the balls-deep hard fucking and decides to drop that load all over Caio's perfect chest, all Caio does is pout, and nuzzle JR's cock in helpless gratitude. I swear I can hear him purring like a cat in the sun. That last picture is truly art, a final kiss on the cock that just fucked him, a thank-you for an incredible fuck that is sure to delight everyone else as much as it did these two.
Rating: 1.63
29 Feb 2007 - Peter
Inked
Tamas is the bottom I'd want for a weekend!
Look at that body! Those tattoos! And he's incredibly handsome to boot, with a submissive streak a mile wide, and a willingness to take it in the ass.
I'd warm him up with toys. It'd be great to watch him get himself ready, fingers in his hot, tight hole, then a long, fat dildo I'd make him sit on. It would make his cock stand up firm and proud, and I'd watch him play with it for my pleasure as I walked around him, taking in the glorious sight of his muscular body.
He'd fuck himself until he was trembling with pleasure, fist wringing at his cock, torturing himself with the dildo when what he really wants is cock. I'd make him say it, make him beg while I rubbed my dick on his face, held it just out of his reach and jerked it, wiped the pre-cum on his lips.
I'd lay him back so I could look at his beautiful dick as I worked my cock into his eager asshole, stretched wide by the now-discarded dildo, and I'd rub my hand over the underside of his shaft as I penetrated him, feeling it throb. He holds his legs up and I spear all the way into his hot body. The thrill of possessing this hot stud is almost more than I can take, but I hold on for a long time just for the pleasure of doing him right. I want him to really know he's been fucked by the time I'm done with him.
I lay back on the bed, make him turn around and face away from me so I could admire his beautiful shoulders while he sat on his dick. He'd have to keep his arms up, hands behind his head, so I could see his hot-as-hell tattoos. I know he'd give me those sexy looks over his shoulder, lust smoldering in his exotic, mysteriously dark eyes. And there's just a trace of challenge there, like he plans on turning the tables later, like he means to fuck me, like he's only putting up with it for now.
It drives me wild! I throw him to his belly, fuck him right down into the sheets until he's grunting and biting the blanket, shuddering all over, right on that knife-edge of cumming.
I don't let him. I fuck his ass until I come, and when I do I shoot it all over his back, rub it in slowly. He has a hand under himself and is jerking off. I let him do it, roll him to his back so I can see. I just lean over him, like I'm doing push-ups, and kiss his panting mouth while he pleasures himself. "Cum for me," I whisper. "Shoot your load for me, you cock-loving little slut." I whisper into his ear, nasty things. He loves it.
I watch his face, his eyes, as the pleasure mounts and then spills over. He rubs the head of his cock on my belly, and I feel it gushing, hot torrents of cum pouring out.
He's so handsome at the moment of climax, so naked and vulnerable. Yes, he's perfect. I can't imagine a better fuck-toy!
Rating: 1.92
26 Feb 2007 - Johnson
Sub Space
If I was going to be at anyone's mercy, I'd like it to be Andreas Stern.
I imagine that I have to satisfy him or pay the price. No mean feat. Andreas Stern is a harsh master, demanding.
It's fun to imagine satisfying him, but it's even more fun to imagine that I don't quite manage. Then he has an excuse to get really ruthless. He pulls that belt off with the coldest look in his eyes, and I know that despite how heroically I sucked his monster cock, I'm going to wind up with a sore ass in more ways than one.
He makes me lean over and grab the edge of a chair, my ass in the air. And he stripes it. Don't get me wrong, I can handle some pain, but this hurts like a motherfucker. In between, he strokes my ass, fondles it, reaches around and plays with my dick. He laughs when he does it. I know he thinks I'm a worthless fuck, no good at all. I want to prove him wrong.
He straps me until my ass is glowing, then uses his hand to punish the burning flesh, spanking me open-handed. I am red-faced and biting back yelps by now, and it's humiliating. Worse, I'm hard as a rock. This pleases him, if nothing else.
He makes me sit on the chair. At first I'm grateful because my knees are very weak from the strapping, but when my ass meets wood I'm sorry, because it hurts! He sits me there, makes me suck him again, and I close my eyes to the pain, try not to feel it, try only to feel his huge dick sliding between my parted lips, try to taste him, smell him, try to block out the pain with him.
Doesn't quite work.
To my shock, he drops to his knees and starts sucking me, and that's when I know he's my master. When he can make me accept pleasure and pain, at the same time, even, and I have no say in which he chooses.
I'm trying not to flex up because when I do it hurts, stings my ass, but I can't help it. And soon he makes it harder, jamming two thick fingers in my asshole and pressing in there like he was digging for gold. He knows what he's doing. It's pleasure and pain together.
I cum in his mouth, and he spits it into mine, slaps me affectionately. He's my master. I still have to satisfy him tonight. . . .
Rating: 1.75
23 Feb 2007 - Johnson
Man of Mystery
I imagine picking him up by the side of the road on a rainy day, miles from anywhere: Miguel Leonn, gorgeous hunk of man-flesh that he is.
He doesn't talk much, this sexy hitchhiker. All he has are the clothes on his back, and when I ask him how far he's going, he answers me simply: "As far as you want to take me."
It's odd, having another person in the car, especially one I don't know. I'm very aware of the manly presence of him in the passenger's seat. It's as though an electric current connects us. It's an invisible acknowledgement of the sexual tension that's playing through the air. I like the look of him, and unless I'm dead wrong, he likes me too.
A hundred miles pass, and without saying a word, it's gone from him flirting silently, to him fucking me with his stare. I finally wrench the wheel over and pull off into a rest-stop area, empty because of the rain.
There's a covered picnic shelter screened from the road by trees, but visible from the pullover lane. I just look at him for a long time, then climb out of the car and hurry that way. He's behind me. Unlike me, he doesn't run. He just walks, pulls his shirt off on the way. He's comfortable in the rain.
He meets me at the edge of the poured concrete foundation. I'm standing a little taller than him now, and I lean down to kiss him. I run my hands over the muscle of his back, wet and tight. His mouth teases mine. His fingers find my nipples, hard from the rain's chill, and toy with them.
He pushes me back onto a bench, pulls my cock out, then his. I'm sitting on the bench and he leans forward, bracing one hand on the edge. His cock is right in front of me. I suck him hungrily, savoring the uncut dick he was hiding from me all those miles. He moans, but still hasn't got much to say.
His hand moves on my cock while I worship his, play with it, fondle it, lick his balls and his belly. He's all man hard body, hard cock, firm planes of muscle and just enough hair to be delicious.
He wants me, strips me with hands so eager they're shaking. I'm going to let this hitchhiker fuck me. I can barely believe it, but I'm more turned on than I have ever been. He bends me over, eats my ass until I am about to scream from frustration. I'm used to big ones, and I pull him up, telling him that I can take it, just give it to me already!
He's eager to oblige. He spits on that hard cock of his, slicks it down from head to base, and then works it into my ass. My hole feels like it's going to split at first, but it doesn't take long for me to give up and relax under the assault of a cock that size. He just bulldozes his way inside. I'm full of him, full to the limit. And he starts to fuck me magnificently.
The rain beats a noisy tattoo on the tin roof overhead. I hear the swoosh of cars on the highway. Nobody pulls in to see us, but they're not more than thirty feet off.
He sits, and I sit on him, riding, staring into the rain, his hand fixed in my hair, the other holding my hip as he arches into me, driving that cock up my ass with determination. Then he helps me jerk off, because I'm so close I don't think I can stand it. I launch my cum first, a sticky arc of it that flies clean out into the rain. The next few spurts just fall to the concrete, spill over my fingers, over his.
He pulls me up just enough to get his cock out, has me jerk it as I sit on him. It goes all over my cock, my hands, my thighs. We're a mess.
I manage to get back into my clothes, but when I turn to tell him I'm ready to go back to the car, he's gone. I spot him a few hundred yards down the highway embankment, thumb out again, shirtless now, and covered with rain. I flash my lights as I go by and he waves with a big grin.
We won't see each other again, but I will always wonder about his adventures, who picked him up next, where he went, what they did...
I envy him. I really do.
Rating: 1.79
21 Feb 2007 - Richard
Jeremy Tucker and his Perfect Cock
I love uncut cocks. Specifically, cocks like Jeremy Tucker's.
Sweet Jesus, that thing is incredible. I can only imagine what it must be like to go down on my knees, suck it slowly into my mouth, his pre-cum melting on my tongue. The skin slides back and forth under my lips. He throws his head back and moans, and I run a hand up his belly, feeling his glorious muscles tense and flex as the pleasure I'm bringing him washes over his perfect body.
The thing is magnificent, the cock of a god. I worship it, training my tongue over every ridge and wrinkle, every nook and cranny of that massive member. He shudders, moans, the thick, meaty shaft giving a little throb now and then.
He pulls me up after a while, drags me to the cabin's rough bed, throws me down on it. He's got experience, but that doesn't make him gentle as he holds me down, pushes his fingers, then his massive cock, into my ass. It's a match made in heaven, a perfect fit. My god, I can't believe I am taking all of it, but I am, damn near ready to split with it. He plunges in so far I feel almost dizzy. It's perfect.
He shoves hard, then harder, rooting that last inch in me, then he uses that muscular, hard body to pound me into insensibility, fucking me like a jackhammer over and over, every thrust driving my cock against the rough blanket.
He hauls my ass up so I can get a hand under and jerk off. I know my ass tightens on him, and I can tell he appreciates it because he moans, shudders. He pushes as far in as it'll go, torturing me by holding it there. I have to fuck myself back on him if I want it, and so I do. I ride him with wild lust, until the sounds of our fucking fill the air, until I am delirious with it, crazy.
I come first. He pulls out when I'm close, turns me over to enter me that way. He enjoys watching my face when I come all over my own belly.
He isn't far behind, pulls out and adds his own to the mess, dripping his come all over my cock and balls, until it runs, melting, down my skin.
I pull him down for a last sticky kiss. Then the fantasy is over, and I'm sitting here with another fistful of cum and nobody to share it with.
Rating: 1.68
19 Feb 2007 - Richard
Mine to Toy With
Birthdays can be such a drag. Unless you get something to play with!
A friend gave me a Bruce Jennings movie, and I've been enjoying it, but how much better would it be to have the powerhouse stud here in person? I'd love to find out.
One of the many things I like about Bruce is that he and I are well matched about the same size, same build, same age, same height . . . and we're both versatile. I'd love to let him do me first. We'd warm up with some toys, dildos and vibrators and cock rings, oh my! I'd get a butt plug in him, a nice fat one that would get him ready for my cock, one he could feel working in his ass as he threw my legs in the air and plunged into me.
I'd take every stroke of his magnificent tool, feeling him hammer deep into my asshole. He'd fuck me so hard I'd end up hanging mostly off the bed, the rush of blood to my head making me dizzy with pleasure. Eventually he'd just push me off, onto the floor, fuck me there like an animal. I'd love to see how many porno style positions we could try, with him hauling my ass up into the air and pounding straight down into it with that fat dick, or turning me on my side and slapping my ass while he jerked my cock with the other hand.
I'd let him come all over me, that hot, white jizz raining down on my chest and face, and I'd eagerly lick it up, rub it in. Then I'd shove him down, tease the plug in his ass, working it up and in, wiggling it, before drawing it out and replacing it with my cock.
I'd love to feel his ass milk my dick as I thrust inside him, I'd love to feel him shove back on me as I fucked him on all fours, fucked him until we both had rug burn. I'd pound into him relentlessly, finally collapsing on him, using his hard body to hold me up, as I frantically fucked myself into him. My come would gush out in a searing torrent, pleasure flaring white-hot, and I'd groan as his ass squeezed the orgasm out of me.
When we'd caught our breath, he'd suggest another fine birthday tradition: the birthday spanking!
Ah, it'd be a very happy birthday, indeed!
Rating: 1.71
14 Feb 2007 - Johnson
The Pick-Up
How long could I go on about Lex Sabre? How long do you have?
There was this great place I used to hang out near my college, the Hardwood (I swear that was its real name). It earned its name; I used to pick up all kinds of gorgeous college hunks there, and Lex reminds me of them a lot.
As I looked through his latest pictures, I found myself thinking of what I'd have done with him if I'd picked him up. Or, more accurately, what I'd let him do to me.
That eleven-inch cock is already hard when we get to my place. He thrusts me against the door before I can open it and kisses me hard in the summer night. I feel his cock against my hip. The apartments each have a small patio out front, and it's into this we stagger. A small privacy fence screens us from the parking lot, but anyone on the central green can see us. I don't care. It's very late, we're just a little drunk.
He pushes me into a deck chair, hauls my pants down and sucks my cock. He's good at it, awesomely good, and I can barely think through the pleasure. Just when I think I'm about to come, he stands up, straddling my body as I slouch in the chair. He opens his pants and pulls out that eleven inch monster. I have to have a taste, I sit up and beg for it. He smears it over my tongue and lips, pushes it into my mouth far enough that I can taste his manly musk, then pulls back and slaps my face with it.
I laugh, and he slaps me again, harder, grabs my hair and fucks my mouth like he owns it, plunging in until I choke. His fingers search out my nipple and twist, a flicker of pain. My yelp is muffled by his cock, which is so big it makes my jaw ache.
Then he's sliding down atop me. I can't believe we're doing it right here, but we are. This is asking for trouble, but I can't say no! He turns me over, plows into my ass with his tongue, plunging it deep, probing. He kneads my ass cheeks, slaps them, drags his nails over them. When he puts his fingers in and starts licking my balls, I have to bite my wrist to stifle a yell. Christ, it feels great, but it's just a tease it's him I want.
I force myself to wait patiently. If I rush this, he'll hurt me. I've seen that thing, had it in my mouth, I know how big it is, exactly how big.
When he puts it in, it is almost too much. He has to clap a hand over my mouth to keep me from hollering. Jesus! It cleaves right into me, that massive, hard cock, thrusting straight into my ass, up deep inside me. I push back against him. He fucks me with hard strokes, and I know anyone listening will know what's going on. His flesh is slapping against mine, I'm grunting and panting, he's growling between his teeth.
It doesn't last as long as I'd thought it would, we're both too worked up. He cums first, pulls out and makes me suck it. I gladly swallow his cum as it spurts from him in milky streams. The last of it drips onto my chin and he smooths it away, hauls me inside where he proceeds to suck me off until I explode, returning the favor.
By the end of the morning, I know I'd end up absolutely dry with that heavy, achy sex-hangover feeling. Ah, I miss the heady days of youth! It's a good thing I have hunks like Lex Sabre around to remind me.
Rating: 2.18
13 Feb 2007 - Richard
Private Show
Those amateur guys really get me hot under the collar. This 21-year-old boy is straight all the way, but I have to say that only makes him cuter.
At 5'11 and 190, he has a sporty build from his active lifestyle, but he's also a dancer! And he's been dancing since the tender age of 18. His nine inch cock certainly deserves wider exposure, so I can't blame him for sharing it with the world!
He's cute, with that regular-guy appeal that gets me so stiff. And he's straight. Damn, that makes my balls ache just thinking about it. He's never known the pleasure of having a hard cock worked slowly into his ass. He's never known the joys of feasting on another man's cock while his own is worshiped and fondled.
I'd be glad to teach him, letting him strip for me, reserved at first and then more and more enthusiastic. I'd pull him into my lap and let him grind there, feeling the hard aching length of my cock pressed against his backside through the thin underwear.
I can smell his aftershave, feel his body's feverish warmth as he gives me this private dance in the back of a seedy club. I touch him even though I am not supposed to. I can't resist. He's too delicious.
I slip him a fifty, whisper in his ear what I want him to do. He agrees, stands in front of me, just a step away, and pulls his cock out. It's half hard, just with the energy of dancing. He strokes it harder, closing his eyes, and I watch him stiffen in front of me. That mammoth cock looks like a tree branch, I swear. My mouth is already watering. I watch him play with the foreskin, rolling it up and down. His balls are tight and round, tasty-looking. His breath pants from between parted lips.
When he's really into it I lean forward and suck him. He knew it would happen. He doesn't open his eyes. I put all I have into it. I want him to find it impossible to resist. I want him to lose control.
It feels too good. He doesn't complain when I work a finger into his ass, then two. I know what I'm doing. Soon he's arching forward, a steady sticky flow of pre-come slicking the head of his cock. I slurp it off his foreskin.
When he's close, so close, I pull him in, hold him. He tries to pull away but I get a hand around his cock and he arches. Begs me to let him cum
I will, I tell him I will, but he has to let me cum, too. He goes over on the seat. I stand and push him into it, knees first.
His ass yields slowly, but yield it does. His huge cock throbs in my fist, he shudders. And I plunge into him deeply, knowing he loves every inch. He does love it, he cries out, shoving back at me once he's adjusted to my size. I hunch over him, we fuck like animals, my hand around his cock, my cock in his ass. Straight he may be, but he loves this, that tight, muscular body shivering with the new sensations.
He comes, I catch it in my hand, make him lick it off. The strokes of his tongue are too much. I come with my fingers in his mouth and my cock in his ass, and he grunts, bites down just hard enough to bring me back to myself.
And here I am, alone, sticky and only half-satisfied, thinking of that beautiful straight boy's cock, and what a waste it is that he'll show it off, but not share it. I hate to admit it, but I'm a sucker for a tease!
Rating: 1.81
10 Feb 2007 - Johnson
What Goes Around Comes Around
I have this thing about having my cake and eating it, too. I love to fuck, and I love to get fucked. Which is why guys like Michael Vincenzo, really get to me. He's a top, but he knows how to bottom, too. I can imagine what it would be like to be in a movie with him. Anything might happen!
The crew would watch as we kissed and caressed each other almost savagely, groping and grinding, my fingers seeking out his nipples, his hands going to my cock and balls. Our mouths crush together. I love the taste of this Arabic stud, and I'm going to go down on him for the first time on camera. I'm so excited my cock is thrumming with it, pre-cum tracing its way down my shaft.
He's excited, too, that eight-inch monster staring me right in the eye, daring me to take it all the way. Can I do it? You bet. I prove it, too. I push him back to the couch that decorates the gorgeous Arabian Nights set and kneel before him, ready to do homage to his cock like a sultan's body slave. It rises like a column before me, a pillar of flesh, exalted and obscene. I slather my tongue over it, drooling down his dick, I dig my tongue into the slit at the end searching for his taste.
He lets me suck him, savors rubbing it on my face, my eager, outstretched tongue. He gives me his ass, too, lets me fuck him with my tongue and then my fingers. I can feel the hard knot of his prostate, feel his cock throb when I press against it, digging in.
I take him with plenty of lube, the cameras I've almost forgotten about moving in to capture a close up of my cock penetrating his tight hole. He's all but begging for me, pulling his ass open, baring his teeth. I go balls-deep, and he backs onto me eagerly, his ass meeting my hips with a crude slap.
It's the fuck of a lifetime. We go at it like tigers. I ram into him until we're both moaning, groping. I take him from behind, then on his back, and that's the best, his glorious cock bobbing against his belly. I take it in my hands and use my thrusts to force him through my fingers. I can tell it feels wonderful. His face is slack with ecstasy, his head thrown back. One hand is clutching my forearm, keeping that hand on my cock. I can feel his asshole gripping me, squeezing. I know that soon I will cum inside him.
He seems intent on making me, gives me humid, lustful looks, urges me on with a stream of ear-singeing profanity. I shoot my cum deep in his ass as he wrings his own cock. He'll come soon, I know it.
He wants to do it in my ass. He makes me kneel, ass-up, as he readies me, then plunges deep. He's got his control back now, and takes his time about it. The sawing of his cock in my backdoor makes me hard as iron again. He fucks me with increasing frenzy, shuddering, moaning, swearing. By the time he cums all over my back, a hot, melting rain, I'm ready to go again.
The camera crew is there to catch it all. . . .
Rating: 1.86
8 Feb 2007 - Johnson
Black Majesty
Erik Hunter is a god, a dark god, and I am to worship him as one. His blue eyes are startling, they hold mine as I kneel. He fills my mouth with his cock, slowly working it back and forth between my lips, giving me plenty of time to taste him, savor the feel of his foreskin rolling back and forth over the head of his big black dick. This is his dungeon, his underworld. I am his slave here. I must please him.
My own cock isn't small, but it's pathetic next to Erik's. I don't know if I'm even worthy to tongue the sweat from his balls, but I do it. I know he's been fucking someone else tonight. I can't bring myself to care. I'm just so grateful he's using me this time.
He's pleased with me. His big hand caresses my head, stroking my hair. A rumble of approval builds in his chest. I want him to come in my mouth, want it more than anything, this proof that he's pleased with me. He doesn't. He just pulls me up and propels me to a padded table like the ones in the doctors' office, has me lie on it with my head hanging over the edge.
I know he means to fuck my mouth. He pauses, though, to push a huge butt plug into me. I'm in ecstasy. I know that means he's going to fuck me. He's getting me ready for him! I take it all in, gasping at the last inch, and then it's firmly seated in my ass, making my cock bulge even harder. He gives it a slap and I moan.
Then he fucks my mouth, uses it like I hope he uses my ass, deep and hard. I choke several times, but Erik doesn't stop, just makes me work past it until he's getting almost all the way down. I'm dizzy, and the pleasure, too, is making me lightheaded. He tells me to play with myself, leans over and spits on my cock, which jumps.
I do, rubbing his spit in, jerking myself in time to the rhythm of his thrusts. My ass squeezes down on the toy. I'm arching off the table.
I know soon he'll fuck me, force that black monster into my ass. I'll become one with him, holding his huge, masterful cock in my body. The thought makes me tremble. It's an incredible rush.
Even more incredible is when he propels his cock into my throat a final time and comes, launching a sticky, messy load into my mouth. I choke, cough, it runs out onto my cheek, and he smears it around.
His sticky fingers pinch my nipple, and he orders me onto all fours. He's a god, still hard, ever ready. I'm only too eager to obey. . . .
Rating: 1.81
6 Feb 2007 - Richard
Teasing
There's just something uncompromising about his stare. He's intense, dangerous, maybe. I imagine what it would be like to be at his mercy, only to find he has none at all.
I'm on my back on a cheap motel bed, arms fastened above my head by his belt. My heart is pounding. How did I let myself end up here, playing dangerous games with a guy I barely know?
I pull on the belt and the leather creaks but it doesn't give. I groan as he jerks my cock. He stands beside the bed, one knee on the mattress. If I crane my neck I can just reach his delicious cock with my lips. I suck it, hoping to please him. He tastes like sweat, like sexual heat. His hand on my cock is merciless, cruel. Pleasure can be a torment, too, if it's not gratified. He teases me.
He leans in and slips his cock into my mouth, muttering something in German. I hope to god it's something like "Suck this so I can fuck you with it," but I can't be sure. I suck him eagerly, lick his balls when he demands it, even tongue his ass when he straddles my face.
Then we're in a sixty-nine, his mouth on my cock, my mouth on his. I want to have my hands free, I want to play with his ass, but I only get that big, fat tool in my face. I have to suck it. He leaves me no choice.
His hands are free, and he pulls my leg up. I feel him fingering me, then something larger slides in. I know the feel of a dildo, smaller than his own cock, and slippery. Ah, fuck, it vibrates too. When he turns it on I arch and groan. His mouth torments me. He slides that dildo in all the way and I shudder. God, god, please he has to fuck me soon! I can't take much more!
But he just teases me with that dildo until I cum, gasping, choking, spluttering around his cock. My come is all over my belly. He doesn't take it into his mouth. Instead he slides down and rubs his cock in it, getting himself slippery. He takes the dildo out.
Now I know I'm going to get it. He says something, and I don't have to speak German to know what it means. I raise my legs for him. He pushes into my ass in one smooth stroke, that huge cock stretching me. I cry out, and he pummels me with his lean, muscular body, staring down at me the whole time with those commanding eyes. As he uses me brutally with his huge cock, as he slakes his lust, I know I'm his bitch, his little cock-loving pig, and I tell him so.
He kisses me fiercely. My cock is stiffening again. By the time he's done, close to shooting, I'm fully hard again. He bites my shoulder, pants into my ear, cums inside me. The deep twitching of his cock makes my own jerk and throb. Then he's sliding down, cock slipping out of me, and his mouth closes around the head of my aching shaft.
Still he won't untie me. I'm going to be at his mercy until morning.
I can't think of anything better than that!
Rating: 2.02
2 Feb 2007 - Johnson
Hot To Trot
Let me speak of my love for Max Grand. Well, make that lust.
I imagine him in riding boots and jodhpurs, a crop in his hand. I'm learning English riding, and though I've ridden horses all my life it seems nothing is good enough for him. It's frustrating, and I end up pissed off most of the time, which isn't good for me or the horses.
He catches me in the barn one day, brings me up short with the crop. "I'll show you how to ride," he says. "Really ride. Meet me here tomorrow."
And the next day, I find myself stripped naked, leaning against the wall to grab a saddle hook while he, still fully clothed, plays with my ass. His fingers stab deep, slick with saddle oil. The smell of sweat and horses fills the air, the sweet smell of hay, and his distinguished cologne, refined and masculine. My heart is galloping out of control.
He fingers me, then stripes my ass with the crop a few times it doesn't hurt much, but it does piss me off. When I bridle, he pushes his fingers back into me.
"To ride, you have to understand what it is to be ridden. What the animal feels under its master."
I shudder involuntarily at his words. Jesus. He's gorgeous, half gentleman and half bandit, and I can barely stand on legs that are suddenly wobbly. I want to go down on my knees, worship his cock, and he lets me, pulling it from his riding pants as I kneel.
I take it in my mouth, savoring the salty stickiness of his pre-come, rolling my tongue over the head, that massive, uncut shaft. It shocks him when I am able to swallow it all. He moans, throws his head back, shoves a hand into my hair and fucks my mouth. Then, when he's straining hard, he hauls me up, bends me over again, and this time it's his cock that arrows into me.
God, it's huge! I struggle, but he keeps firm hold, one fist still holding the crop, and now closed firmly on my hip. He's buried in me to the hilt, that hot cock filling every crevice of my ass, and then he starts to ride.
Slow at first, an easy walk, and then faster, a trot, a canter. I'm working up a good lather, panting, heart pounding in my ribs. I push back, wanting to go faster. He reins me in, slows me down. Not too fast, not yet. He takes his time with me, pleasuring me, pleasuring himself. He reaches around to fondle my aching cock, jerks it.
He wants me to come, so he can feel it. He picks up the pace to a hard gallop and I oblige, gushing my sticky load over his hand. He pulls out of me, rubs his hand over his cock, then over my face, forcing me to the floor again, where I kneel to suck him off.
The crop taps me on the back as his hand rests on my shoulder. I hang on to his still fully-clothed thighs, suck him down to the root, feel him throb and pulse. I pull back just quickly enough to get a taste of his salty come, flooding my mouth in hot spurts. It's divine.
And as I settle back, panting from the ride, I know I'll be a better horseman than I was before, because he's taken this time with me.
Maybe next time I'll show him a little something about western-style riding!
Rating: 1.94
30 Jan 2007 - Richard
Sleepy Holiday
The weather's been so cold lately that what I need is a hot, hung, Brazilian hunk to heat things up. Fantasy dream-date Caua Silveira is my newest discovery, and I'm just over the moon about him.
I dream about being in bed with him literally. It's a tropical morning somewhere on the oceanfront. The wind comes off the sea and into the little bungalow we've rented, and he's there, asleep in my bed, a smooth golden body on white sheets.
I can't resist. It's not hard to tease him to full erection, leaving him still asleep. I go down on him, and that's how he wakes up, as I slide his marvelous cock into my mouth, slowly working my lips down the length of his magnificent shaft. He moans sexily, puts a hand in my hair.
I look up and savor the expression on his face as he reacts to my talented mouth, a mouth used to pleasuring huge cocks. I know my experience, my practice, pays off as I give this fantastic young stud unforgettable head.
The sunlight spilling in is golden, lights up his beautiful tanned body like fire. He tastes of sunshine, of yesterday's dip in the ocean, of the sex we had just after. I can't get enough of him!
Last night, he held me down on this very bed, rubbed my back and shoulders, kissed me, his whole body seducing mine, but when it came time to fuck, he was like an animal, a leopard, covering my trembling body with his and ramming into me. He'd readied me with hands and mouth, stretched my ass until I was begging for his huge cock, but still, getting it . . . it always feels so much bigger than it looks!
I can still feel it this morning, that well-fucked ache, and I can't resist reaching back to play with my own ass as he fucks my mouth. He's on his knees now, kneeling, pushing into my throat. I try to take him all down, but he's just so big! He's so delicious, though; I'm drooling all over myself!
When he finally mounts me again, I watch his face over my shoulder as he slides into my ass, watch the pleasure contort his beautiful features, and I know he gets just as much pleasure from using my body as I get from being used. By the time he shoots his cum into me, deep in my ass, I've already exploded all over the sheets.
It's thoughts like this that keep me warm as the temperature here drops below freezing!
Rating: 1.42
25 Jan 2007 - Johnson
Smooth Jazz
Jerek's fantasy material, all right. Looks just like the boy next door, if the boy next door was a complete stud. And every time I look at him, I have this fantasy. . . .
It's an August night, and sweltering hot. I invite him over to my place because I have air conditioning, and he volunteers to bring drinks. He shows up with whiskey and we knock a glass or two back on the porch, listening to some old blues albums, feeling mellow. That's when he hits me with it, the full blast of his sexuality, as he stands up in the moonlight and strips his shirt off, wipes the sweat off.
All that's left are jeans so tight I can practically make out the outline of his cock. I stand, push up behind him and wrap my arms around, grabbing him by the belt. I pull him back. He turns and kisses me, and then I have hold of him, bending him against the porch rail, pulling his pants down. He has a fine ass, hard and high-riding, and I can't resist giving it a few smacks until the white of it has taken on a pinkish tinge in the cool moonlight.
I turn him. My cock is out now, throbbing thick and hard. I tell him to suck it and he does, dropping. His own cock is at full mast, standing out proud and hard. God, it's beautiful. Stiff and ridged with veins. He strokes it and it looks good enough to eat. Then his mouth is on my cock, and I can't think of anything but how good it feels.
I trickle a few drops of whiskey over my pole and he sucks it away. We keep playing this game. Both of us are on our way to drunk. That's about the only excuse for the way I just kick him over onto the porch boards and fall on him like I'm ravenous and he's the main dish. I suck him, that gorgeous cock. I splash his chest with whiskey, lick it off. When I kiss him, there's that smoky taste on his tongue, too.
I thrust his leg up and angle against his ass. He moans and I ease into him. His fingers scrape my shoulders. He wants it harder. I give it to him. God, it feels amazing. His tight ass yielding to me taking my cock all the way to the bottom. I keep a fist closed around his shaft, I love the feel of it, swollen and huge and hard. Sweat slicks both of us, rolling off into the sweltering night.
I come up his ass, groaning, leaning against him. He arches and I keep stroking, and feel him come, cock pulsing, ass squeezing, as he empties his come all over his own belly. It slips and slides away in the sweat. Both of us lie there, spent and sizzling hot.
Oh, hell yeah. It's thoughts like this that keep me warm on a cold winter's night!
Rating: 2.07
23 Jan 2007 - Johnson
Predator/Prey
The club music pounds, the smell of sweat and sex is in the air. I'm an animal, and he's the prowling predator hunting me. Eric, with his heavy-lidded hunter's stare, his prowling walk as he closes in on me. I'm cornered against one wall, out of sight. Lights flash and shimmer. It's a jungle out there.
His hands are on my body, his mouth on mine, inviting, teasing, coaxing. I skim my hands over his hard, lean body, those muscles shining with sweat. I am already hard. His hand is in my pants, squeezing me. I arch into his fist.
Eric opens my trousers, his tongue teases my mouth as he pulls me free. Here, now. It has to be. Neither of us can wait. We'd circled each other on the floor, and now it's come to this, this fierce clinch. Shadows hide us from the prying eyes. I won't go down easy.
I turn him to face the wall, run my hands up his back, his fine, strong shoulders, then push his jeans down. I get a hand around his cock, the other into the hot crevice of his ass, searching for entry. He flashes a white snarl over his shoulder. I push deeper. He moans. His cock throbs in my grip.
When I think he's ready, I push my cock, spit-slick and shiny, against his ass. That magnificent cock surges in my grip as I shove in. I have a handful of the biggest black cock I've ever seen. It feels wonderful.
I fuck him hard, fast, both of us panting like animals in the jungle heat. I come first, his ass is just too tight, too much to resist. I pull free, and he turns, thrusts his cock out toward me. I know what I have to do.
I drop to my knees, take him in my mouth, that whole silky black length of him. I'm desperate to swallow him all but I just can't. I'm choking on it only a little past halfway down. Christ, he's huge. I have to use my hands on the rest.
His pre-cum drips, floods my mouth, before he shoots off proper, and I feel my own cock twitch with renewed life as he empties his balls into my mouth. The thick, salty, creamy taste of him is a sensation to truly savor. I lick every drop from his glistening dark chocolate cock. He pulls me up and kisses me to share the taste.
He leads me out, out into the night, and I know it's my turn next. I'm the prey, and he's the hunter.
Rating: 1.99
19 Jan 2007 - Richard
Oil Change
I'm under the car on the dolly, up to my goddamn nose in grime, changing the oil on a car better put out of its misery. Why we even bother when people don't take care of their cars is beyond me.
The wrench has rolled out of my reach again, and I call Manuel over. He's the only other guy here today, and he's working on some rich asshole's baby, a souped-up Trans Am that makes me jealous as hell. "Hand me the wrench, would you?" I ask.
He thumps it into my hand and I get back to work. But he doesn't move away. And after a minute, I feel his hands on my belt. I'm half under the car so I nearly kill myself sitting bolt upright into the undercarriage when he pulls my jeans down.
"Jesus!" I exclaim. He just laughs. He has hold of my cock.
God damn, I thought I had been imagining all the flirting, the long looks, the occasional lingering touch. I guess not!
He sucks it, slow and hot and long. And he's really fucking good at it. I don't know if I can hold out. Christ! What a mouth on him! He's teasing me and he knows it, and when he's tired of working me up, he just hauls me out on the dolly. He kisses me. I can taste my own pre-cum on his lips.
My hands go to his chest, I rip the shirt off him, tearing it. My grease-stained fingers leave marks on his tattooed shoulders. I dig my fingers into the muscle of his chest, pinch his nipple, the pierced one, hard enough to make him gasp.
He has his cock out no surprise. He grinds his body against me, our cocks surging together, throbbing. His body is a masterpiece, now streaked with my handprints, winding through the smooth hair. I want him. I want him now. Right now.
He knows it.
I wind up bent over the hood of that gorgeous sports car, kissing that shimmery red paint, as he works every inch of that monster cock into my ass. I am all but begging for mercy Christ, it's huge! but I can't tell him to stop, not when it feels so good once he slides home.
He fucks me hard and fast. Neither of us are screwing around. His hand comes around and jerks me, milking my cock as he fucks me. I buck against him, shoving back, making him work for that ride, and by god, I'm going to come.
I do get it all over the car, which I feel sort of bad about, but he says nothing, just comes in my ass with a savage growl, shoving as far in as he can get it.
When he pulls away, I realize what a mess I've made sweat, oil, cum, all over his car. We look at it, then burst out laughing at the same time.
Getting it clean . . . well, that isn't going to be as much fun as getting it dirty, but I think we'll manage to have a good time anyway.
Rating: 1.97
18 Jan 2007 - Johnson
Prince Charming
I shouldn't be working this hard on a Saturday but the truth is that I desperately need the money. And this guy, he's rich enough to live in a house like a fucking castle. I figure if I lay in the new garden lighting like he wants under schedule, I can expect a nice fat tip. When he comes out onto the deck to check on my progress, I know I'm going to get more than that.
This guy, he's gorgeous. Rich and gorgeous. Has those refined but foreign good looks that make him look expensive as hell. But his smile, that's warm and friendly and genuine. We make small talk. He introduces himself as Victor Rios. And I know, once he lets me get back to work, that he stays to watch me. When I'm about done in for the day he asks me in for a drink. "You look hot. Let me get you something cold." And before I know it, he has a beer in my hand, and is urbanely helping me off with my sweaty work shirt.
"I'll get you something fresh," he says, wiping the shirt down my chest, then following it with his tongue. I'm surprised by it so I don't move at first when he straightens to kiss me. Then I'm all over him like I'm starving. God, he's beautiful. Perfect body, good hands, smooth, strong. Eyes I could fall into. And a cock that makes me want to get on my knees and beg. Which is exactly what I end up doing.
He leans against the bar. I drop to the floor. That thing is eight inches long and uncut, too. Looks delicious. I taste him, just my tongue along the underside, across the tip. He groans, and I take the end in my mouth and suck it slowly, easing down on his length. He arches his hips forward. His cock is hot, throbbing in my mouth. I want to suck him all day long, and for a while it seems like he's content to let me, but then he pulls me up.
I want more of him. I push him to the couch, struggling out of my clothes, and we go over together. Soon we're both naked, bodies pressed tight. He's so hard and lean. His hands are on my ass, his fingers inside me. My cock grinds against his belly. Jesus, I want him.
I have to work at it, but I can take him. I sit on his cock, ease down on it inch by inch, watching his beautiful, aristocratic face go slack with pleasure. I want to drink him in. I kiss him deeply, push down on his cock to the very bottom. He arches up into me.
I fuck him like that, hard and fast, his hips arching up to slap against me. I watch his face the whole time. I could fall for a face like that. I've already fallen for his cock. It fills me up; the pressure inside me is intolerable. I'm going to come. I can't hold it back. His hands are on my cock, sure and steady.
He jerks me, and I explode, spurting all over his belly. The feel of it, the smell, it's too much for him, and he comes, too, gushing into my ass, right where I wanted him. There will be time later to taste him, but for now I want him inside me, that reminder will be dripping out of me all night.
I kiss him one last time, then slip away with my clothes, leaving him lying on the expensive couch. I'm not quite done with my work. I'll just have to come again tomorrow!
Rating: 2.32
15 Jan 2007 - Johnson
Trouble Coming
This Brazilian hunk epitomizes everything I find smolderingly sexy. Gorgeous body just the right amount of body hair, a strong, handsome face with just a touch of pretty, and a cock that just won't quit. Seriously, that thing of his is amazing. Look at it. Thick and hard, a really fat cock that I know would fill me up.
He may be just a little pretty, but he's bad boy clean through, I can tell that just by looking. And I'm in trouble there, because I'll do anything for a bad boy. He looks like a guilty pleasure, something I'd treat myself to on a long vacation. Meet him at some exotic resort, take him back to my bungalow, get a couple of drinks into him out on the deck. Then I imagine he'd lead things off. . . .
It was my idea to seduce him, but James had other ideas. He came up and kissed me thoroughly, his tongue working into my mouth as his hand slid into my beach pants. He already had his shirt off, so my hands glided over his smooth muscle, slid down his back to squeeze his tight ass through the pool shorts he wore. I would've been happy to take it slow, but he was pushy. He knew why he was there. His hand was on my cock, squeezing mercilessly. I panted with lust.
"I know you want to fuck me," he said in his silky, Portuguese-accented English. "I know you want to bend me over that railing and shove your cock into my ass. Make me beg for it." He bit my lip. "I'm begging."
I played coy, pushed him back, but James was all over me. He dropped to his knees, hauling my pants down roughly. I'd never run across that particular combination of pushy and slutty before. It turned me on like you would not believe.
"Suck it," I said, "and I'll think about it."
He milked me with his strong fist, looked up at me with those beautiful eyes. I put my hand in his hair, guided his mouth to my cock. The kid had a smart mouth on him in more ways than one! I pushed between his lips, feeling his tongue caress me, velvety and hot. His teeth dug in every now and then, just a little rough. And he knew just how to use his hands on the base of my cock, my balls.
I pulled him up, shoved him over the railing. The little brat, he was ready. I shoved my cock against his asshole and after a moment it slid right in. He arched his back, fists knotting on the rail, and cried out as I started fucking him solidly. Our flesh slapped together. The smell of sweat rose on the summer air.
I fucked him hard and fast, just like he wanted it. Fucked him until I couldn't stand it and my balls were aching. I pulled out of him, leaving him to groan, spun him around and stroked my cock inches from his face, holding him back by the hair.
He stuck his tongue out greedily, the little pig, and let me come all over his face. His own hand was on his cock and he came, too, splashing his thighs and streaking his belly messily.
And as he slowly licked my come from his lower lip, holding me with his smoldering stare, I knew the night was just beginning. . . .
Rating: 1.92
12 Jan 2007 - Peter
Date Bait
I like a guy who knows how to go out and have a good time, enjoy himself, and I like the company of intelligent men, but I also like a guy who knows when it's time to take off the kid gloves and give me a fucking like I will never, ever forget. And that's why Tom Vacarro gets me so hard.
He looks like the kind of gorgeous, rich, intelligent guy everyone wants to date, but when he cocks that handsome head and gives you that certain look, he also looks like the dangerous bad boy everyone wants to fuck.
Our date would end in an alley. A scraped-bare, empty alley in the middle of the city, behind some restaurant or nightclub. He has me against the chain-link fence, shoving me into it so that it rattles as he kisses me, gropes at my crotch. His own cock is hard, and I squeeze it through his expensive pants. He urges me to take it out and I do, feeling its considerable weight in my palm, feeling it stiffen even more under my fingers, coming to its full impressive length.
He bites my lip, then trails down my body to take me into his mouth. I'm surprised, but I don't dare complain because I don't want him to stop sucking me. He's so good, so skilled and he either knows or guesses exactly what I like he's not too gentle, really goes after it. He's on his knees, ruining his clothes, and he doesn't care. He just keeps sucking me, stroking me. He spares a hand for his own cock, works the other around to my ass.
It's like torture when he gets his fingers into me, stretching my ass. His mouth is so hot and so soft, his fingers are ruthless, probing deeply. I arch forward, and he pushes inside me, teasing, stroking. I'm drawing close to the edge, I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer.
He turns me around, shoving me into the fence again, and I cling to it for support as he stands behind me, shoving my feet apart with his own, then working the head of his cock into my ass. This sophisticated, urbane gentlemen is like an animal, has to spit on his cock a couple of times to get it to go in. When it does, I holler, echoing down the alley. His cock is amazing, and I don't care who knows it.
I take it all. I take it again and again, as he rams into me hard enough to make my fingers hurt where they clutch the fence. My cock jerks, hanging free in the breeze, and he finally takes mercy on me, strokes me until I cum, and at that moment he cums inside me. We go off together, groaning and snarling, eventually sliding to the alley's concrete to lie, panting, like a couple of randy dogs in the afterglow.
Every date should end so perfectly.
Rating: 1.93
9 Jan 2007 - Johnson
Perfect Neighbors
Who the hell doesn't love the boy next door? I often fantasize about my annoying neighbors moving out and some gorgeous hunk moving in, and I think Justin Christopher is exactly the sort of man I'd like to see pull up in a moving van.
He has that goofy, regular-guy charm, but when you look closer you realize he's completely gorgeous . I'm sure I'd volunteer to lend him a hand carrying stuff inside, and we'd bond over a couple of brews afterward, cooling off from the heat outside. Things would still be hot, though. No way would I let him get away without seeing him naked.
I'd get him to strip slowly. All I'm thinking about is fucking him, getting my cock into him, banging him until we both explode, but that all changes once he pulls his cock out. The thing is huge. And suddenly, all I can think about is getting it into my mouth. Now.
I shove him against a pile of boxes, and he scrabbles for a grip even as I drop to suck him. His cock is hot and hard, I jerk it frantically until pre-come leaks out I can't get enough of the taste of him. I trace every vein, every wrinkle with my tongue, slather it over the fat head, use my teeth to nip him very lightly, teasing, then harder.
It goes from slow head, me savoring him, to the kind of ruthless cock sucking that feels like your soul has been possessed by the very devil all I can think about is his cock between my lips, satisfying him, worshipping that giant prick.
I'll fuck him later, I think, laying him back to work my cock into his perfect, tight ass and jerk him off until he makes a mess on his own belly. Or I'll let him fuck me, bending me right over the pile of boxes and hammering me up the ass. But right now, it's just the taste of him, the male, musky smell, and his satisfied groans as I pleasure him. The door is open, cooling the house, the sounds from outside filter in, and clean wind. Everything is in chaos around us, but this moment is perfect.
I drool so much I have to swallow it, wipe my chin. I'm panting for breath and my lips are raw, but I am not going to cheat and use my hands. His hands are in my hair now, squeezing tighter and tighter as he gets close. He arches forward, that lean body surging forward in one clean line, and his balls draw up. He cums, a rushing torrent that fills my mouth. His knees wobble, he slouches to the floor.
We have all afternoon ahead of us. I pull my shorts down, and he reaches for my cock. Now it's my turn. . . .
Rating: 1.75
3 Jan 2007 - Johnson
Trainer
I do some training with friends, helping them set up their workout routines, so I can't help but think what fun it would be to train someone like Hunter James. Oh, yeah. He's got a lot of potential β I wouldn't want to turn him into a muscle bound wedge of beef, but I'd love to help him develop what he has. He's already beautiful β that gorgeous blonde hair, those sweet eyes, that smooth young body.
I'd start Hunter out on bench presses. Low weight, high-rep. And I'd apply just a little distraction. While his hands were busy, I'd take his tight workout pants down, tease his cock until it was hard. If he stopped, I'd stop. When he was ready, we'd move to butterfly presses to develop that chest even more, and as he sat at the machine, I'd kneel and take his perfectly-proportioned cock in my mouth, sucking every inch of it until it was wet and gleaming.
When we started on the legs, I would stand next to the bench while he flexed those gorgeous muscles, and I'd make him suck me as I gave him pointers and counted off the reps. And for squats, I'd make him slowly lower himself onto my cock again and again, until his knees were weak.
I think by then we'd both be too frustrated and hot to fuck around, and we'd work up a sweat the old fashioned way: I'd throw Hunter to the mats on the floor and fuck him, with one hand holding his leg up and the other jerking his cock.
I can imagine the faces he'd make as I pounded into him, and I can imagine how that big, beautiful cock of his would throb and pulse as I stroked it, getting even stiffer and bigger as he got closer and closer to cumming. I'd come inside him about the same time he went off, both of us shuddering and groaning as pleasure swamped us.
And he'd pull me down for a passionate kiss at the very end, thanking me for another great session.
Rating: 1.91
30 Dec 2006 - Richard
Jungle Love
Sometimes I need to get away from it all, and travel isn't always practical. That's why there are clips like this.
Far from civilization, two hot, hung studs find each other hard and willing to fuck. In a jungle paradise with the sounds and sights of nature all around, who can blame them for falling into a little sin? Sam Dixon and Jeremey Tucker are a hell of a couple, let me tell you. I definitely have a major thing for Jeremey, and Sam is apparently no exception only his thing is way bigger than mine! Both these guys are magnificently hung with cocks to die for.
Sam sucks Jeremey's cock, worships it more like. I can't blame him. Jeremey is incredibly gorgeous and his cock looks utterly delicious thick and dark and uncut with a very pink and tender head. Jeremey's face betrays his pleasure.
Ankle deep in the beautiful rushing stream, Jeremey bends Sam over a fallen tree and slowly works his thick cock into the other man's ass. Sam can't keep his hands off his prick, and who can blame him? With a hung stud like that buried in my ass, you can bet I'd be jerking off, too!
The two men are absorbed, completely wrapped up in each other, a world of wordless passion. When they finally cum, they come face-to face, jerking off onto one another's perfect bodies, the camera catching their faces as the pleasure washes over them, and also the cum that flies from their cocks.
Their final passionate kiss leaves me with no doubt that both men are completely fulfilled.
There's a lot to be said about listening to the call of the wild!
Rating: 2.01
16 Dec 2006 - Richard
Hard Time
Michael Ray is not who you call if you want it easy. He's a rough guy, and that's obvious from looking at him. His piercings, his tattoos, this is a guy who has respect for pain, but no fear of it at all. And that makes him hot as hell. And a little scary. But that's perfect for my fantasies when I'm in the mood for some rough, rough sex.
I was scared at first, when he shoved me down against the bar's hard table. I was really scared when he whipped his belt off and used it to bind my wrists behind my back. I was thinking I could get away if I really wanted to, but about the time he took my jeans down and started smacking my exposed ass, I discovered that I couldn't.
When my backside was red enough, he hauled me to the sticky floor, made me kneel and suck his cock, no hands. It wasn't easy at all, I kept choking, but I wanted to please him partly, I admit, because I was a little scared not to! He glared down at me, the only sign of pleasure the occasional baring of his teeth as I sucked him just as hard as I knew how.
I drooled over every inch of that thing, gasping for breath between strokes. He fucked my mouth pitilessly and I closed my eyes, loving it, wishing I had a hand free to stroke myself.
He hauled me up by the collar, shoved me against the table again, and this time he pushed against my ass. I felt that piercing, first, and then the head pushed right into me. I hollered, and he grabbed my tied wrists and just started pounding me. My cock bounced, I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. God, he was amazing.
He finished by laying me on my back, spreading my legs and entering me like that. He'd loosed my hands so now I could jerk off, and I did, loving every inch of his giant steel-hard cock as it pounded into me again and again. I arched and came when he brutally pinched my nipple, gushed all over my own stomach.
I guess that must've been too much, because Michael shuddered, swore under his breath, and ground his cock into me. I felt him pulsing his come deep into my ass, knew I'd satisfied him. But the look he gave me as he pulled away said he was only satisfied for now
Rating: 2.18
15 Dec 2006 - Johnson
Connections
Every once in a while you run across a shoot where you can just see the actors falling in lust with each other. So it is with Latin sex god Miguel Leonn and perennially-popular bad boy Shane Rollins.
You can see from how they embrace that they feel connected already. You can feel it in the way they kiss, arms around each other, muscled torsos pressed tight. Leaning against one another, groping breathlessly, holding hands tightly, desperately.
Shane looks at the camera with a dreamy detachment he's gorgeous and so cocksure of himself. Miguel smolders, staring almost desperately. They both want this. Miguel's muscles flex and bunch as he lays Shane back on the floor of the warehouse and fucks him deep and hard. You can see how they both forget the camera, forget everything but each other and the pounding rhythm of desperate, sweaty sex.
Shane must have been a cowboy in a former life because he is always at his best riding a cock, and Miguel's uncut monster is no exception he loves every inch. Shane sits on it, gallops, jerking his own cock until passion overcomes both of them and Miguel rolls over on him, pounding him into a frenzied orgasm.
It's shoots like this that prove there's no pleasure like the pleasure from a big cock, but it's the connection between them that makes it so damn hot. I need a cold shower!
Rating: 1.37
12 Dec 2006 - Richard
Contest
Bobby Williams, the all-American boy, is engaging in the all-American pastime of boxing with me. We're good sparring partners same size, same build. Our practice has become a regular date. And during our matches, the tension sizzles. This time as we feint and jab, circle and dodge, I can feel it thick in the air. Something's gotta give.
He tries to take me down. We end up clinched, grappling. He drives a gloved fist into my belly a trifle harder than he has to and I go down, pulling him with me. I roll on top of him, kiss him hard, and it surprises both of us. He kisses me back. The gloves come off, we're tearing at each other.
His shorts come down, and his cock is in my hands. I turn to suck it, hot and salty, wolfing it down in greedy gulps as though starving. He pulls me into a sixty-nine, his mouth taking me in slow, wet, deep. He's good. He's really good.
It's another kind of contest now. One of us is going to give, we can't do this forever. I'm determined that it won't be me. I use every trick I have on that big, beautiful cock of his, grateful that there's so much to work with.
I twist my hand around his base, stroke him up and down as I suck. I play with his balls, rolling them, squeezing gently. He likes that, arches up. His mouth does something unspeakably clever, and I moan, a step closer to losing it, myself.
I suck firmly on the end, stroke the lower part of his shaft with one tight fist. He pushes up at me even as I fuck his throat. Damn him, he's gaining on me. I'm going to lose it if he doesn't stop doing that thing with his tongue!
I suck on my fingers, reach down and work one, then two, into his ass. He loves that, really loves it, and I know I have him beat by the way his ass squeezes down and his hips arch up. His cock stiffens, throbs. Pre-cum floods my mouth, then the first hot spurts hit my tongue. I swallow it as fast as it comes gushing out, and when he falls back to the mats I turn and kiss him, letting him taste it. His hand is still on me and I come kissing him, spurting all over his perfect belly, gushing between our bodies. It feels amazing.
"You win," he pants, grinning. I grin back. There's always next time!
Rating: 1.64
