Beat off to this! It’s porn stud Tober Brandt dominating a new slave, stringing Brandon up for a dirty, leathery beating and fucking every open hole, willing or not. Brandt circles his catch like a lion, flogging and playing with his immobilized body, beating him until tender and his tied-up, purple cock is ready to burst.
It’s masculine control so hot you can smell the spanked ass, robe fiber and fuck juice right through the screen. < Get Dirty >
When I figured out that it was men who got me bonered, I immediately started looking for any kind of naked pictures of men I could find. Luckily for me, COLT at the time was peddling their dirty gay videos through slick trifold ads you could buy in sets through the mail.
For $10, I got a whole year of glossy smut delivered right to my mailbox in a discrete envelope, within which was contained another envelope warning anyone about to open it of the perversity it contained. I was practically leaking before I could even unfold the first piece. And to top it off, I could choose a feature model for whom they’d send a black and white photo, a color photo and a slide, presumably which I could project onto the wall and jizz all over.
Thankfully, COLT Studio Group has moved into the digital age, where they can bring the same quality beefcake they have for (my formative) years to the hurried, sex-starved masses. I wonder how much a digital wall projector costs these days… < Get Dirty >
German purveyor of smut Cazzo Film has finally gotten a foothold in the U.S. market. Actually, they probably had one here already with over a decade of incredibly hot, hardcore titles. But now with the muscle of Raging Stallion behind it, Cazzo brings their rough fucking talents stateside in a bid that will surely get American cocks rising and horny fags flocking to Berlin (I bought my tickets already!). Stick it in your mouth, and you will agree: Schmeckt gut! < Get Dirty >
When I first spun up Folsom Undercover on DVD, the oddities, like my dripping cock, quickly arose:
Do all men in suits wear leather harnesses underneath them?
Why do these studs LOOK like air-brushed caricatures of butch men, but don’t actually seem to BE butch?
Are those tattoos real?
Is that Neil Patrick Harris?!
And as I skipped back to the initiation scene (repeatedly), I came to realize that there’s just too much muscled veiny-ness, too much amazingly huge cock, too much straight-up hot fucking, overt voyeurism and fantasy satisfaction to overthink this one. …Or is that what I just did? < Get Dirty >
[Note to my Brother Pigs: Fisting and watersports available on director’s expanded edit of DVD and on Blu-ray.]
Kent North steals another scene and easily takes the gold star for Hungriest Hole of the Month. His incredible bunghole stretches magnificently as he lowers himself onto the greasy, entwined fists of Josh Weston and Alex Collack. And with some kind of superhero resiliency, he snaps it back into a juicy, sweaty man purse deserving of a kiss. Seriously, this is the best post-fisting anal lip I’ve seen in a god’s age. < Get Dirty >
I know that Roman Ragazzi is overplayed, but there’s a good reason for that. Hung, hairy and oozing sex appeal (and various fluids), this furry fuckpile is a hot mess that I just want to lap up. Last week, he made another appearance on HairyBoyz.com, packaged in leather and stuffed with uncut cock. If his scene partner had also been hairy, surely there would have been a static electricity fire. But I’ll let it slide this time. His bareness gives a nice visual relief to the REAL star and makes it easier for me to block him out and substitute myself in the scene! < Get Dirty >
Why it took me so long to discover Nick Moretti, I have no idea. Big, veiny Italian studs have always turned me on. I guess it’s the extra exposure he’s been getting at BoundGods that brought him to my attention. That ripped, hairy, sweaty, tattooed body of his oozes masculine sex and shoots huge ropes of cum. You can be sure you’ll be seeing more of him here in the future. Until then… < Get Dirty >
