Blonde, blue-eyed Brent reminds me of a straight guy who used to live down the street from me. He had no idea that I used to watch him come home from work all scruffy and scraggly, crack a beer and sit down to beat off in his living room. He did it every day and never saw me.
Or did he?
Maybe I wouldn’t have minded the asshole bosses I’ve had in the past if any one of them had looked like Rogan Richards, but I certainly wouldn’t have taken it like Robin Sanchez does.
It would be much hotter to turn Richards around and fuck the shit out of that big, arrogant son of a bitch!
Now ripped, furry Scott Carter I would definitely take in a heartbeat. And as if catching him in the shower isn’t enough, he finds another guy’s suit in the locker room, puts it on and gets off in it.
Dirty motherfucker.
Jake Genesis looks so much better with some scruff on his face. If only he’d grow a full beard, I think I’d cream on contact.
What I wouldn’t give to have Samuel Colt as my captive for the weekend. And Alex Marte is equally hot, hunky and dirty. Maybe I should tie them up and take turns fucking their big, beefy asses…
I think I just came.
Speaking of cheesy porn dialogue, this is really how it should be done.
“You can relax. I think we’re going to need a little bit more time,” says the marriage counselor, hand up to the wife, as the husband blows him and dramatic music builds in the background.
Nice.
As much as I love cheesy porn dialog, it almost interferes with this scene from Malpractice. It’s a good thing we have hung, ripped studs Dean Flynn and Ty Roderick to keep us on the dirty gay track…