Archive for the ‘Group Sex’ Category
Clothed Males vs. Nude Male
You know those straight guys at the gym who don’t know that what they’re doing arouses the gay guys? Not the ones who think so much of themselves that they think even gay guys want them, but the oblivious hot ones who bend over at the waist to pick up the bar. The same ones who lift up their shirts to wipe their faces or do squats like they’re sitting on a big dick?
Well, one of them at my gym (a soccer coach, I think) wore a sleeveless shirt today and it was like watching a Michelangelo sculpture exercise. Damn. I’d love to see him stripped and manhandled by me and a couple of my friends…
Somehow I didn’t know that there’s a big regional leather competition happening tonight at the gay motor lodge, and since it’s starting just after sunset, there’s sure to be tons of crazy Balcony Bingo being played.
If I’m lucky, I might be the first one to get a chevron…
I’ve been getting lucky so often lately that sometimes it feels like there’s a virtual orgy going down. I’ve actually been referring these guys to each other, too, so I have to imagine that (at least) a 3-way is somewhere in my near future…
I just got invited to a sex party for Christmas, so it sounds like Santa’s not the only one who’s going to be carrying around a sack of toys this holiday season.
I better get over this flu thing quick. I’m missing out!
Raw Daddy Loads, Part 2
Starring Jake Wetmore, Kid and Dusty
Shooting my load always makes me feel better when I’m sick. I’m sure there’s a physiological reason. The problem is that I don’t want to give anyone else the flu, and since this year’s vaccine doesn’t protect against the main strain going around (the one I apparently have), I’m pretty much stuck with getting myself off for the next few days.
Porn, porn, porn, porn. Porn, porn, porn, porn.
BTW, Jake Wetmore, nice beard!
It’s my birthday! I’ve had a couple of great dinners and little celebrations already, but I want more. Unfortunately, everyone I want to spend time with today is out of town or working, so maybe I’ll hire an escort. No muss, no fuss.
Well, some muss.
Ok, a lot of muss…
I’m not sure when exactly this video was shot, but the lighting, picture quality and model styling totally reminded me of a 70’s porn video. And Daddy likes that.
It also reminded me to book my hotel for Gay Days next June. I’ll be staying in the wing with rooms by the Bear Pool…
In with all the wild art, there were lots of crazy costumes and even crazier behaviors at Art Basel this weekend. You just had to know where to look, and thanks to my bearfriend and friends down from New York and Seattle, I did.
It makes another normal day back home seem boring. So I’ve decided to wear a wrestling singlet tomorrow…all day, everywhere!
This was one of the better scenes from Working Class Stiff with all three performers really getting into their roles. A little cheesy dialogue is going to be required when you’ve got so many different fetishes being appealed to, but the guys delivered it with quiet tension and a smoldering taboo undercurrent.
“Ok, c’mon guys. Let’s get our fuck on.”
Penetrating Rugby Brutes
Featuring Master Derek, Master Guy and wilkinson
Big, burly men being dominated. I have to say that I do get off on it.
I’ll have to try some of these moves at the gym today. There’s a giant ginger muscle stud with huge, heavily-tattooed arms who I’d love to spank for staying on the bench press too long…
I wondered where Aymeric Deville had disappeared to. It’s good to see him back shooting Talkies again. Or should I say Fuckies?
Either way, this is one hot-ass scene that’s not to be missed. I could shoot my load on the audio alone…
I’m kind of glad that my gym doesn’t have open showers where crazy shenanigans go down. Even when I used to workout over at the bathhouse, I just liked to get in and out of there.
C’mon. We see these people every day.
And I don’t shit where I eat…
Although I wasn’t able to make it down to Miami Beach for White Party Week, I’m looking forward to all the stories from my friends who are there. I imagine they’ll sound something like the how the above looks.
It would have been fun to go, but I’ll only be furious about skipping this year if one of them has sex with the actual Denis Vega…