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
10 Dec 2006 - Johnson
Stud Shoot
What happens when you get two huge and hung porn studs together in the actual warehouse where this stuff is stored and shipped? You get blistering hot ass-fucking, that's what!
Tom Vacarro is one of my favorite guys. With his chiseled, manly good looks, dark hair, and bulging muscles, there's nothing not to adore. And then there's the matter of his cock... it's huge, hard, and hairy. Pretty much perfect!
When he decides to take after you, I imagine you'd damn well know you'd been fucked! Eric seems to think so. He worship's Tom's cock, then lets Tom warm him up with his mouth on Eric's cock and ass. By the time Tom lays him back on the table for a hardcore big-cock ass-reaming, the heat is enough to singe the screen!
Seriously, if it gets any better than watching two muscular, furry studs fuck each other senseless, I don't want to know. Cocks bulging out of blue jeans, hard, hairy chests, hungry mouths, and eager asses. This is the best of porn.
You can tell this porn is fresh, because it's still searing hot. Since they're doing it right in the shipping room, I guess they just decided to cut out the middlemen!
Rating: 1.92
7 Dec 2006 - Richard
Coming Clean
I watched Ivan soap up his massive chest, his hairy arms, the water cascading down the muscle of his back. He dropped a soapy hand to his cock and scrubbed away the sweat of another heavy workout, and I couldn't help watching. A guy Ivan's size, he's got to have a monster cock or it'll just look small compared to the rest of him. But Ivan's not in any trouble there. His cock is just as huge as the rest!
He catches me admiring him, and invites me into the locker room shower. I don't have to be asked twice! He pulls me right in, no fucking around. His hand is on my crotch, groping, and my hands, both of them, go to his enormous tool.
I'm hard as steel, he's harder, his hot and soapy flesh slipping through my fingers. I'm not even afraid, anymore, that someone might walk in. I jerk him, tight fingers over slick skin, feel his breath come harder, faster, as he kisses me ruthlessly.
I suck water from his beautiful lips, run a hand over his close-shorn head, pulling him in, and he pushes me against the tile wall with a dull thud, his body crushing against mine, his cock lying alongside my own. He's bigger than me all over. It's a terrific turn-on.
He shuts the water off, turns me around, pushes me right against the wall. He makes me get myself ready, fingering my own ass, pulling it open for him. I'm past embarrassment or shame. I just want him in me.
He obliges. I can't resist him. His cock shoves against my ass, then slides in halfway, and I cry out. He just flings a hard, hairy arm around me, shoves it further in until I feel ready to split. When he starts fucking, the pleasure is so intense I am afraid my knees will give, but he's there, holding me up.
I stroke myself, but his hand takes over for me. I just brace myself against the wall and take it, both of us moaning, our wet bodies smacking together. It doesn't take long. I come all over his hand and he leaves sticky smears on my hips as he shoves into me brutally.
When he comes, he does it in my mouth, wrenching me around, jerking it as I kneel before him like a petitioner before some glorious Greek god. His come floods my mouth and I swallow gratefully.
He pulls me up with one hand, grinning and ready for more. . . .
Rating: 1.73
6 Dec 2006 - Johnson
Bad Boys, Bad Boys, What You Going to Do?
Seeing Michael Brandon playing a cop has got to be high on my list of things that will always get me off. He has the grim and handsome good looks to pull it off, and he looks fantastic in the uniform. Even better when the mouthy prisoner is played by none other than Sky Donovan, who excels at snappy small talk.
Michael tries good cop, but Sky just keeps giving him lip. I don't know, maybe he's hoping he'll get a piece of that. Once the bad cop comes out, the transformation is quick and amazing Michael takes him straight to the floor, spanks his ass, literally rips his clothes off, and cuffs him on the floor right on top of his own file.
Bratty Sky comes around quick enough once Michael gets his tongue in his ass. He runs his mouth kinda reckless, but that just gets Michael riled, and Sky gets the business end of Officer Mike's nightstick in his ass. No, not his cock, his for-real nightstick.
By the time the fucking starts it's already one of the hottest scenes I've ever seen. Michael works his cock all the way up Sky's ass while his prisoner hollers and swears, and from there on out it's a no-holds-barred take-no-shit fucking, brutal and hot. Mike shoots his load over Sky's back, then leaves him cuffed with one last slap on the ass to remind him to behave better in the future.
I'm always nice to cops, but this makes me think that being just a little bad might be a very, very good thing.
Rating: 1.49
30 Nov 2006 - Johnson
Dinner Bell
When the weather turns like this, it makes me want to ride. I have a friend, Chris, who works on a private ranch outside of town, and me and my boyfriend Eric (yeah, the hunky, hung guy I've been gushing about has a name) love to go out there and just take a load off, hang out with the ranch hands, ride some horses. It's really relaxing, a great getaway for when city life is too much.
Last time we were there, I took him out to my favorite spot a little clearing on the other side of some scrubby woods. It's fall, so they'd been out with the hay baler, and there were bales and bales of hay cut and stacked over by the fence. I pushed him down onto one of them and pulled his pants open. I can't describe the smell of sweat man and horse and leather and hot jeans, what it does to me. Hits me right in the crotch.
I sucked him, sunlight raining down on both of us. It was glorious, delicious. I must have been really concentrating on his wonderful cock, because I didn't notice my buddy Chris come up to tell us that everyone was coming in to dinner until he had his cock out, too. My boyfriend was just grinning. I knew he'd told Chris to do that.
Faced with two hard cocks and a dinner bell, what was I supposed to do? I got down on both of them. They were both so big. I don't get a chance to really play with massive cocks like that in pairs very often. I mean, what are the odds? This was definitely an opportunity not to be missed!
I sucked and drooled on both of them, spit dripping from both their cocks. I rubbed them together, hard flesh against hard flesh, spat on the swollen, purple heads, made a messy show of it. Hands fixed in my hair, the collar of my shirt. They took turns fucking my mouth.
The best part wasn't when they both came in my mouth, one and then the other. It wasn't the taste of their come mingling on my tongue, mixing with the smell of hay and leather and horses.
It was when they both pushed me down and sucked me, stripping out of their clothes. I came explosively, and they licked it up, and that was the best part, two half-naked guys kissing over the end of my cock, all sloppy with come.
It gave me a feeling we were going to be late to dinner, and what do you know? I was right!
Rating: 1.98
27 Nov 2006 - Richard
Greek God
Zeus himself would envy the cock Arpad Miklos was blessed with. Oh, I'm not overlooking the stern, handsome face, the perfectly-sculpted abs, the broad, hairy chest, or those perfect, manly thighs. I'm just saying that his cock looks fashioned by the goddess of love herself for the pleasure of all mankind.
Look how it stands out, straight and hard! A cock like that demands worship, deserves it, and I'd be happy to pay homage to it again and again.
I'd start at his feet, not quite daring to raise my eyes to that enormous thing. I have to work my way up to it. I kiss my way up his shins, his hairy legs, my hand creeping up to squeeze his perfectly-shaped, muscular ass. My other hand steals up his thigh and squeezes his balls, circles his massive cock. I'm not sure how big it is exactly, but I know it's bigger than I think I can swallow. That doesn't mean I won't try.
He stands there with his arms crossed over his massive chest, forearms and biceps bulging. His cock stands out like a piece of statuary, perfect down to every sculpted ridge and vein. I run my tongue over it β he may look like a work of art but he's human all right. His cock twitches when I run my tongue up under the head, take the tip into my mouth.
With deliberate slowness I take him down, sliding my mouth further and further down the shaft as I caress it with my tongue. He tastes salty, strong. His flesh is warm and firm, the skin smooth and pliant over his iron-hard shaft. I want more, so I take him deeper, and now he puts a hand down to cradle my head, urging me further down on his cock.
I suck him slowly, working back and forth until he fists his hand in my hair, fucks my mouth as he wills, choking me. His cock pulses, the first jet of come floods my mouth and I splutter, then swallow, pulling off him. The rest gushes onto my face, drips to my chest, where he rubs it in with one hand. I lick the come off his fingers, clean it from the tip of his cock.
I would offer nothing less than worship to this gorgeous demigod.
Rating: 1.75
25 Nov 2006 - Richard
Lusty Young Woodsmen!
Is there anything better than watching a gorgeous hunk of man chopping wood? I didn't think so, and after watching Colin West go at it in this video I can't say I have changed my mind. He has the most incredible back.
I'm not just talking the muscles, though the muscles are impressive. I mean the tattoos. Incredible! I swear, every time I see them, I get hard. Add the thick-gauge cock piercing to the mix, and I shudder all over. Which is why it's sexy as hell to watch a bad boy like this get fucked all over the place.
And Rafael . . . all I can say about him is dear God what a man! From his impressive muscular chest and nipple ring to his marvelously sculpted and utterly enormous cock, every inch of him makes me want to beg for mercy. If anyone can tame the bad-boy hotness of Colin, then it's time to check out Mr. Alencar and his monster cock!
And tame him he does, delivering a ruthless ass-fucking to Colin's backdoor! By the time Rafael flipped him over and spread his legs to enter him missionary-style, I'd already come, and was just watching because I just couldn't believe my eyes.
The great outdoors is the only setting for a scene this hot I don't think a room indoors could contain a fucking like this. It's like a force of nature!
Rating: 1.65
23 Nov 2006 - Johnson
Wild Honey
It was just supposed to be a quick stroll through the park. He pulled me into a little glade of trees near the edge of the tennis courts. It was dark, evening coming on hard, and we were almost totally alone. He shoved me against a tree, leaned there kissing me insistently while he pulled his pants open. What could I do?
He leaned back against the tree and told me. He looked like a god of sex, leaning there, shirt rucked up to show his belly, his hard cock sticking out of his jeans, hair hanging in his face . . . I had to suck him. HAD to. My mouth was watering for him.
I dropped to my knees on the soft earth, took him in. He smelled of musk and sweat, tasted hot and lusty. I was randy as a satyr now, with the sounds of evening coming down all around us. I felt wild. We were nothing but lust and hunger.
I pulled him onto the ground with me, and we rolled, tangled with one another. He hauled my pants open, pinned me to the ground on my back, took me into his mouth with his body poised over mine. His fingers dug into the dirt as his huge cock found its way into my mouth. I grabbed his ass, held him there in a tight sixty-nine, laving my tongue over him, deep-throating him, arching up into his mouth as he sucked me at the same time. Christ, he's good.
Pre-come flowed into my mouth in a steady stream. I was drooling madly, swallowing every few seconds, filled with the taste of him. It was just like that: animal, quick, the two of us devouring each other to the finish. I came first, arching into his mouth and unleashing my load as he jerked me frantically.
I felt him swallow, and then he rolled off me, pulled me to the side and held my hair while he just fucked my mouth as deeply as he liked, choking me on about every other stroke. I didn't care, didn't resist. I loved being full of him, his gorgeous, fat cock throbbing in my mouth.
He came, flooding my tongue. I shared it with him, a sticky, wild kiss, before we started on our way home, leaves caught in our hair.
Rating: 1.56
19 Nov 2006 - Richard
History Lessons
Marco Montana has that worldly charm about him, and the rugged, manly good looks you'd expect in a man who's both wickedly smart and well-traveled. It's easy for me to imagine him as a well-to-do history professor guest lecturing at my local university.
At a big reception for faculty and staff, we'd hit it off, and I'd wind up back in his hotel room, watching him peel out of his stuffy professorial clothes to reveal that well-tanned body, toned from years of adventure traveling to the most exotic corners of the world.
I just know he's picked up a thing or two on all those trips, so when he offers to show me a thing or two, I jump at the chance. I strip, too, and he runs his hands over my body, squeezing my ass, palming my cock. I stroke his hard muscles, the hair on his chest, reach down and fondle his eight inch cock. I can show him a thing or two, too!
On my knees now, I demonstrate exactly what I've learned by dealing with other huge cocks. I swallow it, only leaving enough room at the bottom for me to hold it tightly, squeezing it around the base, working it from side to side. He groans, throws his head back and runs a hand through his hair, then grins down at me. This is going to be good.
Eventually he herds me onto the hotel bed. Lecture notes are there, but our bodies scatter them. He's got me on my back, one leg drawn up, his fingers are deep in my ass. He knows exactly what he's doing. It feels incredible.
When he goes down on me it feels maddeningly good his skilled mouth, the rasp of his stubble against my thigh, his fingers pistoning in my ass until I can't bear it. I have to have him in me!
I pull him up, first by the hair, then by the arms. He pushes into me, one hard stroke. It feels even bigger this way. I savor every massive inch as he pounds it into me. His hand is on my cock, jerking me off, and I come on my own stomach, my ass squeezing down on him.
When he comes, he pulls out and climbs up, straddling my chest and jerking it. I help him, feeling that massive prick sliding through my fingers, adoring every inch as it slips through my hands. He comes, raining come down on my face and chest with a growl, then rubbing it in.
He's just getting started, though. He pulls me into a sixty-nine, takes my flagging cock in his mouth and sucks me until I begin to revive. The night is still young. . . .
Rating: 1.61
17 Nov 2006 - Richard
Olympians
Remy Delaine is not a little guy. His ten-inch cock alone proves that. But next to Erik fucking Hunter, he looks almost slight a bantamweight versus Hunter's massive physique. These two men are gods of sex, one light, and one dark. And these pictures are true works of art.
Both are stripped down, until they are bare and there's minimal set dressing to interfere, the scene is perfect. Just bodies, beautiful male bodies, and hard, huge cocks. Remy is not shy about taking Erik's massive black cock in his mouth. He loves it, his hand is all over his own uncut cock because he's hard as rock going down on this dark Adonis.
When they sixty-nine, it's profound I want to say it's like chocolate and cream swirling together, like yin and yang, dark and light, but those are all just weak, weak words. What I'm looking at is nothing less than perfect balance, absolute symmetry. Perfection.
Remy rides Erik with all the thoughtless beauty of an animal. I can tell he's not thinking much of anything how could he be, with that giant cock in his ass? He's just worshipping that heroic physique, relishing every inch as he crams himself down on it.
By the time he gets laid back and fucked, even I want to beg for mercy. When Erik bends Remy over, it's almost too much to take in. The contrast, the differences between them, makes it so incredibly hot, and yet they're like mirror images of each other.
I think the last shot, with its tenderness, passion, and power, is my favorite. They say opposites attract, and I guess that's true!
Rating: 1.38
15 Nov 2006 - Johnson
Sight Unseen
I'm blindfolded, so all I can feel is his cock. Of course I know who it is but the fact remains that, this way, it could be any of a dozen lovers I've had. He doesn't speak, doesn't break the illusion, just puts a hand in my hair and pushes his cock roughly into my mouth.
There's the fat head, tasting salty and slightly sticky with pre-come. The edge of the crown pops into my mouth. My tongue glides across spongy, yielding flesh, and then the shaft follows, hard and ruthless, wedging my mouth open.
I gasp for a last breath of air before it slides too deep and I'm holding my breath, trying desperately to take it down as far as I can. I'm blindfolded, but my eyes are closed anyway. This is pleasure, worshipping this cock, tending to it, lavishing my love upon it.
He draws back so I can lick him, and I do, from his balls all the way up his formidable length to the head. The shaft sways slightly with his heartbeat. I collar the head in my mouth again, sweep up and down. I know I'm only barely managing better than half of it.
I suck until my jaw aches, my lips are raw, and my tongue hurts. I suck desperately, because I need it as much as he does, because this is my communion, my sacred rite. I am alone with this monstrous, demanding thing. Everything depends on my being able to satisfy it.
The hand in my hair clenches desperately. I suck for all I'm worth, not even caring that I'm drooling like crazy, slurping rudely. All I care about is that sweet release, that moment, and it comes, when he arches, pushes forward, unleashes stream after sticky stream of semen over my sore and punished tongue. It floods my mouth and I swallow, gasp for breath when he pulls away.
I wipe my chin, panting, then lean forward. His cock is still there, sticky. His hand strokes my hair, and in gratitude I kiss the come gently from the tip of his cock.
Rating: 1.65
10 Nov 2006 - Johnson
Handyman
The blistering June heat has us both working with our shirts off, and Grayson's hairy chest is slick with sweat. His gorgeous shoulders gleam as he helps me clear old brush off the abandoned lot. We're working as handymen, doing odd jobs for spare cash. One more trip with the flatbed, and we'll have finished this one.
I drop my load of branches and brush myself off. Grayson is leaning into the cab, getting a drink from the cooler. His jeans are gapping at the back, and riding down. I can see the top of his ass. I want him. Those muscles, that manly body, his ruggedly handsome face I have to have him. Now.
I grab his belt, turn him around, and crush my mouth to his. He laughs, grabs me and returns it forcefully enough that I have to steady myself against the body of the truck. He slaps my ass affectionately.
"All this hard work has you pretty randy, huh? Get down on your knees."
I do it, because I know he's going to take that cock out any second, and I want a damn good look at it when he does.
His jeans come open, I help him haul that thing out. Christ, it's huge. My mouth waters just looking at it. I can smell him, heavy, musky, sweaty, the smell of a man ready for sex. The head of his cock is even hotter than my tongue, which burns in my thirsty mouth.
He pours some of the bottle of water over his cock and I lick it up thirstily, open my mouth for more. He drips it in slowly, letting it trickle over his cock. I chase the streams down to his hairy balls, tasting salt as it collects sweat.
The thing is so big I can never swallow all of it, no matter how I try and he does insist I try! So I do, using both hands, my mouth, striving desperately to please him. I'm thirsty now not just for water but for his cum. He gives me a taste in the pre-come trickling from him, leaking slowly from the tip of his cock, but it's not enough.
I need more. I suck. My lips feel raw from the sun. His hand on my shoulder is painful we've both gotten too much sun. I take my cock out and stroke it as I suck him, matching my strokes to the motion of my mouth.
He knows what I'm after, holds out for as long as he can just to be ornery. But I get what I want. I twist him with my fist, suck so hard I can feel the skin of his cock sliding, and he rewards me with a gushing torrent of cum, so hot and salty and thick. I swallow. Some runs down his cock and I lick that up.
With one hand he hauls me up, shoves me into the truck headfirst, bending me over. He can get it up again. Always can. I know he's going to fuck me until I cum. God damn, I'm not done working yet!
Rating: 2.07
8 Nov 2006 - Richard
Grease Monkeys!
I get so incredibly hard for bad boys and bikes. And bigger, is better with both! I love the feeling of riding something powerful, and that's exactly how Shane Rollins must have felt going after Carlos Morales! Carlos is a huge hunk with a six-cylinder cock and Shane gives him a four-stroke fucking. Even better, it's all on top of a big bike in the middle of a garage.
Shane is all bad boy stripped down and built for speed, with those bad-boy tattoos, he screams "attitude." I can't blame Carlos for getting down and sucking that beautiful cock it just begs for it. Shane's smooth, slick body begs to be worshipped, and Carlos does, cramming Shane's cock deep in his mouth.
He gets a big payoff, though Shane's not opposed to doing a bit of sucking, he indeed proves he's man enough to take Carlos' enormous cock in his mouth and give his fine ass a tongue-lashing like it deserves.
Watching them fuck is so hot, so wild. They're tangled around each other on top of that bike, muscular bodies striving and groping, and the camera catches every gleaming, sweaty inch. The best part is watching them kiss, still fucking, while Shane jerks Carlos' enormous cock. That thing lies across the seat of the bike like a goddamn python! Even I am a little intimidated by it, and I love huge cocks!
Hot stuff, hot stuff. Makes me wish I had a great big bike or biker stud to ride. The garage reminds me: I could use some first-rate servicing, myself!
Rating: 1.27
2 Nov 2006 - Johnson
One Man Army
Sometimes I get in moods where I feel so horny I imagine I could fuck my way through an entire platoon. And sometimes I just think about Remy Delaine, and I know that yeah, I could be satisfied with just one guy.
Come to think of it, I can't imagine a man Remy couldn't satisfy.
He's gorgeous, for one. There's not an ounce of extra on him anywhere. From his lean body to his typically very short hair, he's minimal, pared down. Everywhere but his cock, that is. It's like all the extra he doesn't have anywhere else, is right there in those eleven gorgeous, uncut inches.
I know he typically bottoms, but holy God, a cock like that, I just have to know if I can take it! It's like a challenge. And I know he could satisfy me. What's more satisfying than getting a mouthful of hot, hard cock, especially when it's attached to a gorgeous heartbreaker like Remy?
I imagine taking him into my mouth, licking him, tasting the sweat from his latest workout on his cock. I slide his foreskin back and forth, watching it ripple over his fat cock head. I tease under the head with my tongue. His taste is rich and strong. He cradles my head, fucks my mouth until I'm almost choking.
That's not enough for him, though. He shoves me against the punching bag and I cling to it while he drops to put his tongue in my ass. In no time, I'm backing against him, begging him to split me with his cock. He pulls me to the mats with him, and soon I'm gasping and grunting as he shoves that massive shaft into me right up to the balls.
Christ, it would be amazing, having him buried in me, his hands grappling over mine on the hard mats, his body slamming into mine with a ruthless rhythm. I'd let him fuck my ass until he was ready to come, trembling right on the edge, and though I really want to feel him go off inside me, I would tell him to pull out so that I could give his cock the attention it deserves.
I'd suck it, wringing it with both hands, until he came in my mouth, and I'd still be tasting him when he slid down and sucked my cock, bringing me to a blistering orgasm.
And if I was still ready to go, I could fuck him. Remy Delaine... wonder boy. There's nothing he can't do. No need he can't satisfy. And no fantasy of mine I wouldn't love to see him fulfill!
Rating: 1.71
28 Oct 2006 - Richard
Dream Lover
Oh, the bittersweet, bittersweet pain of finding your ultimate dream model, a guy that pushes all your buttons in the best way . . . and then learning he's out of the business!
That's happened to me several times, and it never hurts any less. Take Max Grand. If I had to make a list of the top ten things I want in a guy things that make a man not just great, but perfect, Max would be what you got if you added those ten things up. He's grand, indeed.
I want my guys to be darkly handsome. Max sure is. He also has a great smile, one that makes you suspect that no matter how sweet he looks, there's a lot of wicked in there somewhere. Incredible arms... hell yes. A perfect set of abs Personally I think Max defines the look perfectly. He's a big guy, solid, but not overdeveloped, another point in his favor. That's what, five?
How about just the right amount of body hair just a little furry, enough so you know you're with a real man. Beautiful, deep eyes that hold just a touch of fiery command a challenge; Max surely has that. A great ass all muscle like the rest of him. A beautiful mouth, both soft and firm.
And last but most certainly not least, an incredible cock. Arrow-straight, thick and hard, a head that is just the right size for sucking . . . absolutely perfect.
Max, you heartbreaker. Get your ass back into porn! You're too gorgeous not to share it with the world!
Rating: 1.53
22 Oct 2006 - Johnson
Double Up
It was wild even for me there I was sandwiched between two of the most gorgeous hunks I could possibly imagine. Two friends-of-friends who'd agreed to help me move furniture with their flatbed while I changed apartments. Ray was leggy, dark, sexy as hell with his doubled-over ponytail and full, kissable lips.
He had hold of my arms, was kissing my neck while Theo reached around me and opened my pants and oh, boy, Theo. Fine blonde hair, the blue eyes of a warrior angel I'd crushed on him instantly, known we'd end up like this.
From the minute they had me naked I didn't have a choice. I wound up on my knees, confronted with both their cocks, hard already, and enormous. Theo's was beautifully-shaped, nice fat head, shaft like a marble column. Ray was uncut and impressive as hell, fat and dark and imposing.
I sucked them both, feeling the differences in texture the sliding skin on Ray's shaft, Theo's soft and yielding head. Theo dripped more pre-come, but Ray's skin tasted saltier. They were about equal in size hanging huge enough to make my jaw ache -- but there was no mistaking one for the other.
Thank god they didn't make me pick who got to fuck me Ray took that privilege for himself. Each of them helped get me ready, both of them fingering my ass as they bent me over the couch, lubing me up until I was begging for it. Ray slid in while Theo held me and stared down into my eyes with his blue ones.
I looked up into his angel's face, while Ray pushed his cock into me like the Devil himself. God, it felt amazing! I shuddered, gasped, and then he was all the way in, and I was bent over, Theo's cock in my mouth, both of them pounding away, pushing me back and forth.
Ah, you can never have too much of a good thing.
Rating: 2.17
19 Oct 2006 - Richard
Roughing It
Bret doesn't care that we're in public, right in the middle of the small-town five and dime. That's where we are when the urge overtakes him. The whole weekend camping trip has been like this: he's a sex machine, a glutton for punishment. He wants my cock in his ass, and he's not afraid to demand it. Fuck waiting for my pleasure, he's after his own.
The store has one clapboard dressing room. Nobody's looking so he crams me into it, shoves the door closed and latches it. One dingy bulb lights us from above. I can see myself in the cracked mirror on the back of the door as he shoves me to my knees, pawing his jeans open.
I run my hand under his shirt and take his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of him, the way the uncut skin of his eight-inch shaft rolls over my tongue, the delicious tang of his pre-come. It fills my mouth so satisfyingly. I want to spend forever going down on him.
We've been out in the wilderness, so he smells like campfire and leaves, warm body musk and sweat. His usually neat face is a little grizzly with stubble. His dark hair is messy and uncombed. He looks so very macho, but his eyes are friendly, and pleading with me for pleasure. I suck him to the bottom again and again, nearly choking on it and not caring.
He pants, groans, finally hauls me up, shoves me against the door. I hang on to the knob for a grip as he tears my pants open, hauls my cock out and strokes it with one firm fist. He alternates between whispering obscenities in my ear and leaning down to spit on it. Finally I'm dripping, twitching, ready to fuck.
He turns around and backs onto me, greedy for my cock. His ass is tight, but he has no trouble taking my full length, just grunts happily as his ass meets my hips. Inside, he's still hot and sticky from the last time we fucked, just before hopping into the car to drive into town for more supplies.
He lays hold of my jeans, yanks me into him as he shoves back. The door rattles on its hinges. I spare a hand, reach around and squeeze his cock, feeling it throb every time he backs onto me. He loves this, every inch of it. And I love giving it to him. I also love his huge cock, which feels even bigger when I have mine in him he loves getting fucked, and it makes his cock extra stiff.
Bret cums in my hand, and I make him lick it off, then I spin him around, pin him against the door, and hammer him another dozen times before shooting off in his ass again. We're both panting, sweaty, spent.
All weekend. And we aren't done yet!
Rating: 1.9
20 Sep 2006 - Dick
Beauty Sleeps
He's a heavy sleeper. If I'm careful, I will not wake him. I slide the sheets down his body, revealing each muscle and limb, slack and gentle in sleep. The dawn light gleams on his golden skin as I shift to sit across his thighs.
He shifts only a little. I wrap my hands around his magnificent cock, wringing it gently. I love to feel it grow like this, love to feel it as it stiffens slowly, silkily, filling my palms as it lengthens. His face shifts slightly, lips parting, brows drawing together. He does not wake. I love playing with him like this, his cock in my hand as he sleeps. I love to see how long I can stroke him, how close to coming I can bring him before he wakes.
Fully hard now, his cock weeps droplets of pre-come, golden in the dawn light. I spit on my palms, slicking them, smoothing the ride, increasing his pleasure. He moans softly. My own cock throbs at full attention. I spare a hand for myself. His cock is ever so much bigger than mine. His shaft is knit with veins, the head now swollen almost painfully. I want to suck him, but this way I can feel every pulse and throb intimately.
I jerk him off. He does not wake, but shifts restlessly. His breath comes ragged. I admire his beautiful face, the overnight growth of stubble gleaming gold in the sun his muscular body and that gorgeous, fat cock.
My strokes speed up. I'm coming close. He lifts his hips, moaning again, and I know he's close, too. I tighten my grip, twisting my fist. Sweet boy, so gorgeous Now I can't resist. I lean down, sandwiching our cocks between our bellies. I press my mouth to his, feel him gasp.
He wakes when I kiss him, like a storybook prince. His mouth wakes under me. His body arches restlessly, his cock throbs. He murmurs my name; his hands go to my hips and pull me against him. We grind together, arching, bodies striving.
My cock throbs. I shudder. The friction of it is too much, or just enough. I come. And when the first spurt leaves me, he comes too. We go off together. Morning breaks across us in waves of pleasure as we both awake to one another.
Rating: 2.24
12 Sep 2006 - Johnson
Sweet Surrender
I'm on my back, with my hands tied above me. On my back, legs spread, knees lifted in his powerful hands. His cock is pressing into me slowly, an inch at a time, agonizingly slow. He's big, so he has to go slowly, but that's all right because I want him to make it last. We aren't in any hurry.
His cock slides further in. It's big enough that I can feel it brushing the cheeks of my ass before it enters me, can feel how slippery and wet it is. I long to reach down and touch it, feel his width splitting me, but I can't. My hands are bound, and that only drives me wilder. I twist, arch, moan, my own cock hard as steel. I can't touch myself either.
He knows exactly what he's doing to me, grins down at me with those white teeth and blue eyes like a big, sexy timber wolf. He gives his hips a little flex, another inch slides in, and I groan. The head of his cock is gliding past my prostate now, and I feel my own hard-on burgeon, come even stiffer. It's leaving a sticky spot on my belly from the pre-come.
When he's finally all the way in me, I can feel his base spreading me wide, the hair there slightly cool from the dampness of the lube. I can feel him way up inside me, every minute motion ten times magnified by his length buried in me. It's dizzying, incredible. My heart is racing. When he starts to fuck me, I give myself over completely.
I'm desperate, yearning, dying to touch myself. I have to trust him to do it for me. His cock is the only pleasure I'll get. Amazingly, it's enough, that hard length pounding in and out of me. Now that I'm used to it, he hits cruising speed, just drives right in. Soon I'm bucking, fists knotted against the torn-up tee shirt that binds me.
I'm going to come. I can't even gasp out the words. He knows. His hand closes on me, jerks once, twice, three times. I explode, gushing all over myself. He follows, wrung out by my contractions.
As he slumps atop me I sigh happily, breathing in his scent. I don't know who has given himself to whom, but I know that at that moment we are absolutely one, and absolutely happy.
Rating: 1.39
7 Sep 2006 - Richard
Mike
I'll never ever forget the biggest cock I ever saw. Belonged to Mike, a guy I met in Sacramento a couple of years ago. He worked for a photography firm, we hit it off, we dated for a while. The first time we fooled around, I almost passed out when he pulled that thing out of his jeans.
It was so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers all the way around it, and so long that it was too heavy to stand straight up. When he was sitting, it pointed out, accusingly, like a finger. When he stood, it hung down like a horse's cock, which it truly resembled: flushed dark and purple, the fat head glistening, the surface of it covered with dark and pulsing veins.
In a lot of ways, he converted me to my love of big cocks. Before that, I'd been naturally scared of them. But he was patient and gentle and I learned to take him, and after that everything else seemed like a cinch.
That first date, the first one that ended with his cock out of his pants, anyway, was a learning experience. There's a sharp learning curve with big cocks. I'd never had that much to play with and at first I wasn't sure what to do with it, but he showed me. The best way to get to know a cock is to suck it, so that's what I did, of course.
He settled into a corner of the couch, I lay across it, and I took my time exploring him with my tongue, every vein and wrinkle, every hot ripple of his flesh. He tasted salty and musky, and I could smell his excitement hanging in the air. Taste it, dripping from the end of his cock in clear droplets.
When I finally took that fat head in my mouth, I knew I was an addict. It felt amazing like everything I was had narrowed to this one point: I had to suck this giant cock, and that was all there was to it. My whole purpose had become giving this awesome thing pleasure. I'm serious. It was so big you felt the urge to make friends with it. Like a python or something.
And it's gratifying, learning to take a big one most of the way down, gratifying feeling your mouth completely filled until you're all but breathing him in. Gratifying finally bringing him off, come running out of the corners of your mouth because there's nowhere in your mouth for it to go.
Ah, I know I harp on it, but I really love big ones. Theres so much to love.
Rating: 1.6
25 Aug 2006 - Dick
Filled Up
I love the feeling of taking a big cock inside me.
Oh, at first I preferred smaller ones. I wasn't used to big cocks, didn't think I could handle something that big in my ass. I was frankly scared of them. I'd suck big cocks, jerk them off, but fucking . . . that scared me.
But you know how it is, sooner or later you meet someone for whom you'd do that one unthinkable thing, and I was bending over for him on the third date, flinching like a virgin when he went to push his cock up my ass.
Even though he'd warmed me up beforehand, spread plenty of slippery lube around, even though I could take three fingers with no pain, I was still afraid. And every inch of me tingled with excitement.
The hardest part is just getting it in after that's done, the rest is easy.
The head pops in and usually about a third or half of the shaft, just sinking right in. Always startles both of us. I freeze, he freezes, then we slowly come together. Took me a few times to realize that it actually feels less painful if you go ahead and get it all in and then wait to adjust to the width, as opposed to trying a little at a time. Most really fat cocks are slightly smaller around at the base, so it's easier to do it that way.
I love how it feels to be filled completely, how I feel stuffed right to the gills, overflowing with cock. I love knowing I'm servicing such an enormous tool. I love how it feels to get fucked with one, because you only get really long, slow, hard strokes like that with big, big cocks.
And I love how, when they finally come, they do it so far inside me all I can feel is the twitching. My own orgasm is never far behind.
Rating: 1.55
16 Aug 2006 - Johnson
Spit Shine
I watch him stroke his cock inches from my face. It's a game we play sometimes, teasing the other. But I love it. I love watching him jerk off. I love watching his hand move on his cock, up and down the veiny shaft, the skin shifting and sliding, covering and revealing the hot, swollen head, the dripping tip.
Sometimes he spits in his own hand. And for some reason that just drives me wild. I don't understand why. It just does. Other times he lets me do it. The first time he asked me to, I hesitated, but he won me out in the end as he always does, and I complied. That drives me wild, too. I love how his cock looks slick, slippery with spit.
Sometimes he lets me drool on it, too, when we're playing like this. I'm not supposed to touch it with my tongue torture! but I am allowed to lean over and spit on him. My mouth is never dry. It always waters when I'm looking at his cock. It's watering now, just thinking of him.
His fingers get slick, too, and his balls. His shaft, from where I'm sitting, looks gargantuan. I can peer up past it to see his face, looking down at me, usually with a little smirk. He knows how much I love this, how much the teasing just drives me crazy.
The point of the game is to see who can last longer. If I can wait him out, if he comes first, bursting all over his hand and dripping onto the floor, or if I snap and lean in to suck him out of sheer, desperate hunger, so that I take each spurt of precious come in my mouth.
The nice thing about this game is that no matter how it ends, we both win.
Rating: 1.13
11 Aug 2006 - Richard
Sense Surround
I can't stop thinking about his cock. How it feels in my hand as I stroke him to hardness, feeling the flesh swell and fill out, grow into a powerful, rigid length striped with veins. How the skin is just so velvety soft, and mobile, but the shaft beneath is hard as black iron. How it looks, flushed red and swollen with lust, dripping pre-come, or how shiny the skin is when I've been sucking it and it's still wet from my mouth.
He smells so good hot denim, leather-based cologne, the clean musk of a man's body in summer. He always smells ready for sex. It clings to him especially around the groin, so whenever I suck him I smell him, too, like being wrapped up in him completely.
Then there's his taste: smoky, musky, dark and low. He has a richer taste, smoother, than the other men I've been with. He tastes so strongly of raw "man" that it's impossible for me to resist him. I love the salt of his pre-come, the slick texture of it in the back of my mouth, the way it makes my mouth water to take more of him.
I love the sounds he makes as I worship his giant cock, that majestic tool, I love how he moans and sighs, or sometimes just grunts happily to himself, one hand thrust almost carelessly into my hair. His fingers always tighten just before he comes. He always arches forward just a little bit, swaying in place, trying to push his cock deeper.
And when he does come it feels as much like a reward to me as a gift to him; he explodes with sensation, but my senses are alive with him, too, suddenly and irrepressibly full of him, his flesh swelling and throbbing in my mouth, his taste flooding my mouth in sticky, salty, bitter bursts; his smell, heady now with the tang of semen; the way he moans and shudders, whispers my name. At that moment, there's nothing to my world but him. His, and that's all.
Rating: 1.7
