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 >
Monthly Archives: October 2018
Berlin Male — Large, Uncut Yule Logs
Merry Christmas, guys! To those of you who celebrate it, I hope you’re enjoying a sleighful of cheer and a sackful of goodies today. To those who don’t, I hope you at least get to celebrate a day off and a big slurpy cupful of someone else’s nog. Either way, let’s take a page from Berlin-Male’s book:
Pull off the stockings and haul out your yule log with Peto and Rubskin, two hot and horny Germans who know how to spike the wassail. You can almost feel the magic of Christmas in the twinkle of Rubskin’s eye. Cum down my chimney, Santa! < Get Dirty >
Stallion Men — BIG beef from around the globe
StallionMen, huh? Sounds an awful lot like a certain house of raging horses might have been an influence in the name choice. But who am I to complain when this stable also is loaded with built, cocky guys who make me hard. More of an international group, more of a str8 flavor.
When it comes to muscle worship, as long as he’s big and domineering enough, I’ll gladly bend over and be his footstool, urinal or whatever. For example, Panther Rain is almost too friendly in the face, but his amazing physique and monster tool cum into play. I think I’ll reserve my final judgment until after the taste test.
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Colt Studio Group — Men I want to fuck
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 >
Dirty Bird Pictures — Chad Hunt’s Endgame
Über-hung porn star Chad Hunt, known for his classic, filthy talk, not to mention his gargantuan member, is claiming to be hanging up the cum towel. His final dick flick Endgame is slated for release tomorrow and is available for pre-order on DirtyBirdPictures.com. And once you realize that top man Chad is not only giving up his career but also his ASS, any connoisseur of majorly huge cock and flip-fuck humiliation like me will surely put Endgame on their must-see list. < Get Dirty >
Dark Thunder — Black Muscle Worship
Where in the fuck is this gym and how do I join! If the pure, solid action of these black beefcakes won’t get you off (and it will), just listen closely to the soundtrack. That Flex-Deon’s voice while he gets his meat sucked by Soloman and when he’s pound-fucking Soloman’s big, thick ass is like mud-covered gravel I want to smear all over my body. < Get Dirty >
Jockstrap Central — Ahh, the classics
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.
Holy shit! It’s time to restock! < Get Dirty >