Category Archives: Straight
Aces is back and just as gorgeous as ever. This tatted bad boy looked so good last time he came in that I had to see more. Aces even brought his second favorite thing in the world with him, his car. He asked if he could work on it in the garage and we all know I could never say no to a hot uncircumcised straight guy. Aces looks sexier than ever in his mechanic's coveralls, but I can't wait to see under them. He pulls his classic Ford in through the roll up doors with full intentions of giving her a good polishing. Then the horny stud pops a boner and decides that the car can wait and starts polishing his own knob. Aces makes himself comfortable in the bed of the truck and whips out his huge schlong. With his uncut cock hard and in hand, Aces slips his coveralls down and exposes his beautiful tattooed body. He works his tool to it's full nine inches and perches on the roof of the truck. Aces has such a beautiful body, even he can't help but rub that great perky ass. Aces lies down on his six pack and humps his clasped hands, hips undulating with every thrust. Aces then springs to his knees and rockets a big straight load right up into the air. It arcs back and lands all over his sleek tattooed hands and taught stomach. Lucky fucking car, I wish he would give me a rub down sometime.
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.
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.
Fabian and America are two hunky beefcakes, with tons of muscle-built ego to spread around. Their "Top Dog" championship of wills has a history, and neither of them wants to lose this rivalry. The games begin with an arousing arm wrestling match. After mere moments of tension, America throws his bulging bicep onto Fabian's losing limb. But Fabian quickly springs back up, announcing a rematch. America agrees, and quickly pummels Fabian again, this time at push-ups. Fabian concedes his loss as America lounges comfortably across the sofa, ready to have his achingly hard muscle sucked. Fabian unzips America's shorts and starts licking his way to America's victory lap. But just before America can claim his prize, Fabian stops and challenges America to another test of stamina and endurance. Fabian ups the ante, saying this round is for the real gold medal: America's sweet cherry ass. America grins, agreeing without pause. But pride will certainly be America's downfall. With his bulging head ready to burst, America's mind is clearly not on the task at hand. Fabian leaves America in the dust, besting him three times over! America seems shocked to have lost the bet, but easily takes his place on the bed. Fabian promises to take really good care of America. Starting with a massage, Fabian eases America into position. Fabian helps America get comfortable, gently inserting a lubed finger into America's virgin ass while tugging on his fat cock from behind. America gasps, "Fuck yeah," with pleasure. Fabian takes his cue, entering America with purposeful deep and slow thrusts. Quickly, their rhythm reaches the edge of complete abandon. But Fabian isn't willing to end this winner's lap. He pauses to turn America over on his back. Holding America firmly by the ankles with his legs in the air, Fabian pumps into America's willing cumhole with fast, hard spurts of dominance. America takes each thrust with a receptive moan, completely overcome with the pounding of joy his willing ass is receiving. Fabian knows he's in total control now, and pulls America's pliant body over to the edge of the bed. After maneuvering America there, Fabian achieves the ultimate angle, wildly ramming into America. Fabian pulls out his taut tool, ready to explode on America's chest. Fabian squirts his hot load all over America's stomach, and across the bedsheets. With Fabian's freshly squeezed jizz covering his torso, America can no longer hold back. He fiercely pounds his raw meat, cuming with such intensity that he tags his own neck! His pleasure arc continues, reaching past his face, and onto the sheet. Fabian smiles, reminding America that he'd take good care of him. America, lying back in his cum coma, is too pleased to do anything more than mumble his gratitude. Sometimes it's good to be the loser.
Vincent Drake doesn't look like the kind of guy who should be shy. He's built, sleek, with a chiseled profile and an Adonis-like physique. This self proclaimed "very sexual" guy "loves sex". But Vincent's needs aren't being met by his partner. I let him know that his nearly seven inches in my knowing hands are more than average. And his girth, measuring more than five inches around, is more than just "usable," as he self-consciously stated in our initial meeting. It's obvious that my appreciation is what Vincent is yearning for, as he stretches out on the sofa, rubbing his throbbing, taut cock. He turns, displaying his ample, toned ass, bending to show me his cock and balls from behind. More confident now, he strokes his rigid shaft more brusquely, his breath quickens. Moaning, he finally locks his gaze on mine as he spills forth, his load jerking freely over his tightly carved six-pack. Having finally received the approval he desires, his eyes dreamy with pleasure, he says that we should have started with this. I couldn't agree more.
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