Category Archives: PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
Tall, dark, and absolutely gorgeous Anthony Rex brings his studly self to me for his very first time on film. This cool cucumber says he's not the least bit nervous and is more than ready to go! Anthony is a super hottie with a great tan, lean muscle tone and he is versatile to boot. He says he is into bigger (even chubbier) guys, loves to top and oral sex. He even got "special permission" from his boyfriend to come perform for me. At Anthony's tender age, he has not gotten the chance to be too wild in the sack. But when asked, he could be down to get tied up and let a couple guys come fuck him! I'm starting to like Anthony more and more, especially when he told me he watches straight porn because he loves masculine straight guys. When it is time to get down to business, Anthony is more than happy to oblige, he starts rubbing his jock cock through his tight jeans. Massaging his bulge until it is ready pop, Anthony pulls out and impressively thick uncut seven inches and goes to town. When I see that nice pink pecker against his big hairy bush, I can hardly contain myself. Ok, so I couldn't totally resist, I knelt next to him on the couch and offered my professional services, and Anthony was more than willing to give me a chance. He was staring at my swollen cock so intently with his hungry gleaming eyes, I knew that he was here for more than a dick tugging session. Anthony wraps his warm lips around my meat and starts sucking like he hadn't eaten in a week. This boy knew what he was doing, he slopped my cock with his spit and took my tip to the back of his throat. Anthony wasn't kidding when he said he loved cock in his mouth, he continues to stroke his own as I unleash my gooey spunk on his tongue and those sweet, soft lips of his. He even gives me a "fuck yea" when I am done busting on his face, raises his angel eyes to mine, and gives my dick one last soft caress. With my ropes still hanging off of his pretty chin, Anthony leans back and jets out his own pearly river onto his hand and killer six-pack. His load was so big, I just had to tell how great it looked.
Joel Mayberry and Max Morgan are two too-horny guys looking for any excuse to fuck! In an effort to help them get to know each other a little better, I've rigged their guessing game of flash cards. As Max and Joel play through the cards, a pattern begins to emerge: these topics are a little bit dirty! Joel loses his composure, blurting out that his card's secret word is actually his favorite thing. It doesn't take Max long to realize that a blowjob is what Joel is talking about. Max, ever the clever one, takes the initiative and pounces on Joel. Max is into Joel's jeans in a heartbeat, and takes Joel's already hard cock deep between his lips. Joel enthusiastically pushes Max's head down onto his dick, demanding for Max to, "deep-throat that shit!" Max gulps obediently, taking all of Joel into his face hole. Joel reaches for Max's jeans, unbuttoning his fly. Max's throbbing schlong springs out for attention, and Joel jerks at it frantically. Joel gasps with pleasure as Max continues to slobber on his dick. Max, multi-tasking now, takes his own cock in hand as he slurps on Joel's beeftube. Joel is nearly ready to burst. He looks to Max's erection hungrily, saying, "I think it's your turn!" Joel pulls down Max's pants and lands his mouth onto Max's red hot poking rod. As Max plays with his nipples, Joel's head bobs up and down on his johnson. Joel tickles the tip of Max's bulbous head with his saliva slicked tongue. Sliding effortless against the length of one another, they begin to suck each other's cock at the same time. This sixty-nine is a sloppy, gooey slurp session of high-speed sucking! Max wriggles his tongue into Joel's assmouth, kissing it's slippery opening. Joel hurriedly orders Max to jump on his dick. Max straddles Joel, easing himself onto Joel's purple monster with a dollop of spit. Joel and Max grab at each other, banging feverishly together. Max pulls at Joel's massive member as if it were his own. The fucking speed shifts gears, as Joel gets Max up all fours. Joel thrashes into Max from behind, anialating his ass, doggie-style. Joel pulls Max over to the edge of the bed like a ragdoll. He pushes Max's leg up over his shoulder, and enters him one more time. Joel plows deeply into Max, spreading him wider with each forceful thrust. Joel's panting escalates to a loud groan as Max utters, breathlessly, "I'm getting close!" Max's jizz splashes onto his stomach in quick, bursting pellets of frothy cream. Max lifts his head toward Joel's cocktip and his imminent load. Joel streaks Max's face in squirt after cum-filled squirt of hot liquid ecstasy. Max catches every drop he can into his thirsting mouth hole. Glistening cum trails drain down the side of Max's face. After a deep sigh of release, Joel laughs, "I think we might need some new sheets!"
Matty Demerit takes a moment out of his busy schedule to slap his meat on my casting couch. This sharp dressed man about town dabbles in all forms of entertainment and "loves to perform". Matty says porn was a natural choice as he's a, "nympho with a sex drive that's insatiable". Matty complains that most women just can't match his stamina. Though he claims to be all about the ladies, he admits to sucking a guy's dick. He smiles, reflecting on the memory, saying that, "it was just different". Wearing a button-up shirt and slacks for one of his many day jobs, Matty appears slightly overdressed for my taste. But don't be fooled by the conservative duds, there's a tiger trapped under those trousers and he's ready to pounce! Matty gets to work, rubbing his cock through his banker's slacks. Taking off his shirt, he reveals the lean physique of a hungry panther, full of prowess. He unbuckles his belt, and folding down his fly, shows off his pulsing, unrestrained beast. His tiger, untamed even by underwear, throbs against his ferocious manhold. His straight-shooter is long and fattened at the head with a heavy purple tip. Matty pulls long, sweeping strokes from his base, a sensual slow motion ride to the top and back again. He stands, and turning, straddles the sofa. He bends over, displaying his perfectly smooth, shiny bottom. He deftly slips his middle finger into his ass, furiously banging his cumhole. His luscious ass spreads easily, inviting me to a closer peek of his supple asslips. Matty flops back down on the couch, riled up and ready to stroke some more cock! His pole seems to continue to grow under his methodical embrace. I lean in for a measurement, and realize he's grown to nearly eight inches in length. With an additional firm five around, Matty's meat is all the more impressive. My measuring surely has stirred the beast, as Matty's cocktip oozes with glistening spunk. He traces the gooey bits with his fingertip, continuing his slow finish. Matty warns me that the animal is loose, then shoots wild, angry arcs speeding through the air! He tags his shoulder, his chest, the sofa, and even his own face! He snarls to re-affirm his tiger's wild release. Matty is smirking now, his own jizz smearing the corner of his animal grin.
Clayton and his buddy Gavin are just relaxing indoors on a rainy afternoon. Gavin, who has trained for years in martial arts, decides to show Clayton some specialty moves for self-defense. After being tossed to the floor one too many times, Clayton suggets Gavin do something else while they're both lying there on the rug. Gavin takes Clayton's cock into his mouth with ease, sucking like he's had training in that art as well! After slurping Clayton to rigid rock hardness, Gavin takes a break on the ottoman. Clayton returns the favor, and deep-throats all of Gavin's ample tool. Clayton, having sucked Gavin's dick into a throbbing, ready rocket, decides it's time for more maneuvers. Clayton bends over his fuckbench, grasping firmly to the end of the bedpost as Gavin slides inside him. Gavin's girth is very nearly too much for Clayton to take. Screaming out, Clayton finally centers himself by chomping his teeth into the footboard! Clayton bends over onto the ottoman, holding on, as Gavin plows into his tight ass. Exasperated, Clayton says he can't take it anymore. Gavin follows to the bedside, re-entering Clayton as soon as he's laid down. With the merciless pounding showing no sign of an end, Clayton takes matters into his own hands. Now, with Gavin on his back, Clayton slowly pushes his cock inside him, saying, "It's a good pain". Crying out for more, Gavin grabs at his own manmeat with fierce intensity. Gavin's angry purple head shoots his seed, squirting it all over his chest. Clayton brings his engorged cock up to Gavin's face. As Gavin whispers, "Cum on my face", Clayton spills dollops of creamy goodness onto Gavin's cheek. Clayton pauses for a moment, to catch his breath. Gavin smiles. With cum still dripping toward his chin, he says, "Still wanna learn Karate?"
Brock is hot! One hundred percent beefy man meat; he's built like a brick shithouse, and covered in a thick coat of sumptuously dark fur. From his delightfully dimpled, picture perfect smile to his pulsing purple-headed slamdragon, Brock Landon is the real deal. Candid and refreshingly honest in his initial interview, Brock says he's straight, "at least as far as he knows!" Brock admits to experimenting with strangers for money, and claims that porn is an avenue he's always been curious about. He doesn't even flinch when I mention that we'll be filming gay porn with him all week. In fact, this straight guy's ease concerning his sexuality makes him even more alluring. At my insistence, he takes off his shirt to display his lush matting of chest hair. He pets his pelt affectionately, and remarks that before I asked him to grow it out, he'd been shaving it for years. Basking in his newly adorned furry-bear confidence, Brock settles in for the duration. He pushes against his cock, still lying dormant inside his bluejeans. A few strokes against the denim later, and a bulge begins to appear beneath his groping hand. Brock unzips his jeans and rubs his growing fleshmonster through his boxer briefs. He quickly pulls down his shorts to reveal his blushing cockprize, fattened, and gooey tipped. He spits into his hand, and aggressively grabbing his dick, yanks against his taut shaft. Brock straddles the sofa now, and bent over the cushions, displays his muscular, hairy ass. He plies gently at his assmouth, tenderly prodding his virgin hole. He spreads his cheeks, pushing his meaty bits right up at me. Suddenly, he turns, and laying down across the ottoman, begins smacking his pleasure shaft against his rigid stomach muscles. I can tell by the shallowness of his labored gasping that he's close to the finish line. He digs into his asshole with his fingers as he pulls his cum filled cock aggressively toward his thigh. Closing his eyes, he spurts onto his stomach in gushing spasms of liquid heaven. Dollop after thick, glistening dollop, coats his furry muscle-laden torso. Brock smears his man cooze into his hair covered chest. Dragging his fingers through the creamy jizz frosting, he tastes himself not once, but twice! Smiling to the camera when asked how that felt, Brock answers, "Good. Really Good". My thoughts exactly.
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