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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.
Taylor Jones is one hot hot straight guy with lots to offer to the world of porn. Eight and a half inches to be exact! This hunky blond came to me with some of the best answers to my casting couch questions I have heard in quite some time. He looks innocent enough, but when I started asking jocky Taylor some of my more juicy questions, the most beautiful kinky pearls of wisdom came out of his mouth. Now, Taylor identifies as a straight guy (heard that one before). But this particular college cutie likes to take it in the ass as much as he likes to give it. Taylor professes over and over that he loves women. He also has a fantasy about getting fucked by a chick with a dick. But when the time is right, Taylor will surrender his pink pucker to another man's cock. With all the talk of anal sex and trannys, a shine pops into Taylor's eyes and his shyness peels off just as easily as his shirt does. He exposes a cut and toned chest and lean six pack lightly coated in blond body hair. Taylor starts digging in his undies at his dick that is already stiff as a board. I peek over his shoulder as he whips out his huge pierced pink cock. This kid has everything going for him, a great body, big hairy bush, and a pair of low hanging balls that just beg to be cradled. As Taylor starts stroking faster and faster, his dick gets more and more engorged and impressive. Taylor moves onto the bed to get a little more comfortable and to spread his cheeks just for little ol' me. His middle finger traces his pink rimmed hole and then plunges deep into his cavity. All this anal activity is too much for Taylor, he flips onto his back and quickly strokes his dick to completion. A big all-American white boy load comes shooting out the tip and lands on his blond pube patch. Taylor smiles for the camera, obviously relieved of the load that had been weighing him down all day. Damn, I love straight guys!
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.
The sun is shining brightly on Jack Dillinger, as this muscular and lean boy next door's dream, heads out to the suspension bridge for a solo sparring workout. The intimacy of this moment allows me the opportunity to observe Jack in his natural habitat. And by natural, I mean shirtless, glistening with just a dew of sweat, as he pummels the air repeatedly with his sharp right hook. To watch a man in near-perfect physical condition perform at the very peak of his endurance is a sight to behold. Jack's sleek form, chiseled arms and rigid abs are voluptuously voyeuristic candy! Jack knows that I'm impressed with his shadow boxing, but there's another type of workout that I'm even more interested in. Jack plays along, pretending he doesn't notice me trailing behind him when he leaves the park. But he's in complete control, choosing a quiet destination where he can truly display his finer attributes. Once inside, Jack leans against the wall after taking off his shirt, displaying his touchable chest and carved stomach muscles. His hand swiftly gropes for his cock through his shorts. He rubs his palm ever faster against his shorts, finally pulling them down around his thighs. He takes a moment to display his beautiful shaft for me, pretending all the while that he doesn't know I'm there. Jack leans back to take a seat, and better display his individually defined torso muscles for me. Beating his meat more furiously now, I notice a glistening bead of pre-cum at the tip of his head. Jack, also aware of the moist dollop, squeezes it from the tip of his head, rubbing it into his penis tip. Fully aroused by being observed, Jack turns to display his perfect ass for me. Bent over now, he pushes violently against his rigid rod, slapping into his balls. Looking me straight in the eye, he pushes the tip of his cock in my direction. Flush with anticipation, Jack spreads his ass cheeks, giving me a close up view. The boldness of his exhibitionist behavior has engorged him to his limit. He lies back again, and straining to hold his manjuice in, asks me if he can finally shoot his load. Realizing I've had all the power this whole time, I allow him to let loose. Jack sprays a thick and heavy string of pearls all over his stomach. Rubbing it into his chest while licking his finger, he smiles flirtatiously. What a great workout!
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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