I’m usually much more into fucking a nice ass than I am getting my big dick sucked, but if I could find more cocksuckers like Alexander Gustavo, I might change my mind.
Giant cocks, one after another? That’s one juicy fucking mouth…
Category Archives: Leather
What’s happening in the hotel suite next to you
Cum-O-Holics, Scene 1
And while I’m fucking that muscle bear, this is what my friends are going to be doing in the suite next door!
Don’t bruise my dick
Featuring Fostter Riviera and Armin Phillips
I love fucking a guy deep…like through his second sphincter deep. But I have to admit, I’m not a fan of being deep-throated. Guys come across a big dick like mine and have something to prove. Sadly, the vast majority of them have no idea how it’s done, and it’s either not pleasurable or just plain hurts.
Fortunately for me, the guy I’m hooking up with tomorrow is both a talented deep-fuck and deep-throat. For all you other cocksuckers? Gentlemen, please communicate with your big-dicked brothers. You don’t want to hurt him, do you?
Straight people play-acting anal fisting ain’t nothin’ like the real thing
Now, Return the Fists
Featuring The Fist Master and Matthieu Leon
While I saw a somewhat blah dramatic interpretation of fisting in a theater show last night (the actors were very proud of themselves), it’s nothing compared to what I imagine is going on in the hotel rooms, bars and demonstrations around IML this weekend.
Good luck, my brothers. And may your lube be ever-slick!
My lower back and hamstrings are barking
With all the fucking I’ve been doing lately, I’ve really got to install that sling I’ve been thinking about.
And go back to yoga class!
Sometimes I just like to watch mature male couples fuck
I enjoyed watching Vic Rocco pound his real life partner Jon Galt. It felt very natural and realistic, and it gave me the urge to watch other couples fucking…in their homes.
Time to post another ad on Craigslist!
Spanish leathermen soaking their jeans in piss
I can appreciate a horny leather bear, but Moises Franco just isn’t for me.
And I almost didn’t recognize Jota Salaz here. He looks a little rougher than I remember, but at least he still turns my crank.
Plus, he makes me think of a guy I met earlier this year who’s totally down for anything. Maybe I’ll have to try working on my pee-shyness again…