Featuring Trojan Rock, Ross Hurston and Axel Ryder
My morning hookup bailed on me, and my next guy’s not in town until tomorrow night. So I’m looking for filler meat to gnaw on until then.
And if that includes a piece of Ross Hurston, I’d definitely be down with that…
“Adam Russo and Kevin Tyler man-handle bottom-boy Dallas Parker having their way with his mouth and ass. After taking turns fucking his raw hole, both men saddle up and double-fuck the daylights out of Dallas and shoot loads of cum.”
My ex used to tell me all the time that he wanted to watch me fuck other guys, and it felt kind of weird to me because I just wanted to fuck him.
Well, I’ve been single or over a year now and done a lot of hooking up, but I still feel funny when guys I’m tricking with tell me they want to watch me fuck other guys (which I was told twice this weekend).
I guess I should shut up and be happy that other guys get turned on by seeing me get off, even if it’s with someone else…
Trunks 8
Featuring Luke Adams, Jake Wilder and Donnie Dean
Although the men at my pool parties are older and hairier than these three, I can’t help but get turned on by men in Speedos with tan lines fucking together outside…
Last night I passed on a bunch of good fuck options for one in particular I really wanted… then he bailed on me at the last minute. At least there’s a good gloryhole I know about right around the corner.
Not as good as this one, but it did the trick…
Fickstutenmarkt 8
This guy I’ve been kind of seeing is heading to Berlin on vacation in the next couple of weeks, and although I admit I’m a little jealous over it, I hope he lets himself be free enough to enjoy some crazy darkroom sex or a “mare market” while he’s there…
Cheap Whore
Featuring Connor Maguire, Jessie Colter and Seth Fisher
“Sex shop cruisers bind and gang fuck a cheap whore with a bad attitude.”
Sounds pretty much like my night last night. Except our cheap whore called me “boyfriend material.”
How cute.
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…