Vault Classics, Scene 09
Featuring Dakota, Chris Dickerson and John Tristram
I was pawing through the gay magazines at an adult bookstore yesterday and realized there wasn’t anything that compared to the glossy mags of yore.
In the age of the Interwebs, there’s something special about flipping through a dirty magazine and beating off to the butch, hairy musclemen (with no steroid bloat) gettin’ it on like they mean it.
Maybe I can find some on eBay with the pages still stuck together…
Too much smoking, drinking, dancing and various other fumes, pills and powders have conspired to give me one helluva hangover this morning.
And yet I’m still happily in another city with a jumble of sexy memories and a rogue athletic sock left in my hotel room that’s been impregnated with all the smells of last night… and of one man in particular…
It kind of ruins the effect when we’re offered a fantasy scene of two guys running into each other at the gym and fucking, and we know that they’re partners in real life. Some studios even prohibit real-life partners from doing 1-on-1 scenes together, which makes sense in situations like this one.
Still, if you put that aside, the scene is pretty hot. And it does inspire me to pick up the next muscle bear I run into at the gym…
With the exception of one, the Latino men hitting on me lately are nowhere near as hot as Moran Stern and Toby Park. They’re are all horny as shit, but lack muscle tone…and cock.
And let’s face it, I’m a top who loves a fit, well-hung bottom…