A couple of my buddies let me know that Treasure Island Media is releasing Fuckholes 2 in January, and they’re currently featuring my scene with TIM exclusive Christian for advanced download. We shot the scene in an upscale New York hotel, with an awesome view of the city and some great ideas on what I should do to Christian. For those who don’t know, most of the time TIM hooks up guys they think will have chemistry, plants a few ideas and lets them go at it all on their own. Now that’s real dirt.
Right out of the gate, I got a hot vibe from this expert piggy bottom, and he knew how to play with my big 10-inch pole. Christian and I had plenty to work with just from our own dirty minds, and our major height difference made for even more fucking fun. Cap it off with a lot of wrestle-fuck play, me filling Christian up with a huge load and finally feltch-feeding it back to him in his mouth. We were hot, dripping and razor-burned before we knew it!
Check out our scene in Fuckholes 2 for yourself by clicking here, then look for where it says “New Feature” at the top-right of the page. Click on the “WATCH NOW” link and get dirty with me!
New site AlphaMaleJerkOffs.com is trying a new spin on an old classic: solo masturbation. The site features individual male models asking you to spend 7 minutes with each of them, just enough time to hang out and bust a quick nut.
Some models are more well-known than others, but all perform up to par. And not being overloaded with superstars has its advantages. At times you can enjoy your 7 minutes with a masculine man you might have overlooked, or get to stroke it with a hot tattooed stud like Stan Ford, who oozes sex and can make you feel exactly like the dirty voyeur you are! < Get Dirty >
Smooth guys generally turn me off, but some men like Kevin and Leo have undeniable sex appeal. There’s a sort of eagerness you can pick up from listening to them before their shoot and looking into their eyes. It’s not animal, but it’s a strong desire for a good deep fucking and sperm swap.
The circus positions they’re put in for this scene distract from its natural dirtiness, but I’ve got to give RandyBlue its props on this one for its choice of cocks, asses and beautifully sculpted bodies. < Get Dirty >
This is why I can’t workout at home. I’d go online to get some tips on exploding my arms and end up on STR8Cam, beating off to Jeff isolating his giant biceps, sweating through and pissing on his briefs, then shooting his sticky, hot load. I wouldn’t have any energy left for my own workout… unless whacking it counts as cardio. < 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 >
It’s my birthday, and this time every year I think about how I became the dirty gay man I am today. As I picture all my favorite dirty people and things, my love of jockstraps and men’s underwear stands out far above the rest.
I’ve decided that the root of jockstraps giving me an enormous, juicing boner is the classic Bike #10 strap. It’s the strap you could smell through an athlete’s uniform, or that I saw poking out above Coach’s waistband while he watched us shower after class.
All grown up, it’s the jock I stole from the locker room sauna, one or two carelessly left behind on the hot wood to dry, unknowingly fueling a hormone and adrenaline surge in me. I would rush to stuff it into my gym bag so I could beat off to it later in secret, only to steal another a few weeks later, and another, and another.
Sweaty, hairy men fucking like animals. Now that’s what I call entertainment. I could watch this shit all day, especially when I’ve got big, loud-mouthed fucker Peter Axel flip-fucking with dirty horndog Trey Casteel (who seems to be making the rounds). Spit, punches, slaps, and brutal fucking… Praise be to RearStable, for getting hot man-fucking right. < Get Dirty >
