Dillon Buck returns as D.I.Sweeney for one final episode and he’s facing his old adversary Ross Hurston. Restrained and unable to resist, Sweeney submits to Ross’s masterful mouth, his thick 10″ cock throbbing as it’s finally released from a sweaty jock and stiffening ever more as Ross works the length with his talented throat. He’s straining to stop himself from cumming until finally freeing himself and pulling the hairy hunk down onto his cock—arse first. Ross of course loves riding the rock-hard piece of uncut meat and eagerly takes it deep inside his twitching, hot hole, milking Sweeney’s dick for all he’s worth. The harder Sweeney fucks, the more he loves it.
Either our features from last week were more controversial than we thought or else there’s something in the water because last week’s QComments came fierce! Between our interview with Cody Cummings, Harley’s farewell fuck on Sean Cody, and our usual mix of hot men, we certainly riled up some passions. Hell, someone even found a way to get cheesed off at a pair of underwear. Wanna see what we mean? Read on and find out! We knew our QCommenters would have lots to say when we interviewed Cody Cummings. Personally, we don’t know why our readers get in such an uproar—he’s a hot guy with a big dick who likes getting head—sounds good to us. But nonetheless, he certainly rubs other guys the wrong way… or maybe they just wish he would rub them the wrong way. One QCommentor, caleb, has had enough with “gay-for-pay” and thinks it’s as bad as, say, “Jew-for-pay”:
i’m not offended that he isn’t having sex with another guy (especially since he IS) for my pleasure.
i’m offended (as are COUNTLESS others) by the way he constantly degrades gay sex even though he is actively and voluntarily participating in it…
i don’t think gay-for-pays exist. i’m therefore afraid of anyone who purports the sick “i’m disgusted by gay sex but i’ll still engage in it” attitude…for money or for any other reason.
he IS a heterosexist and near-homophobic douchebag… replace “gay” with “black” or “jewish” or any other marginalized identity and the things he says become even more obviously absurd. too many gays are willing to look past what he says just because they think he’s “hot”. that is pathetic.
if he is so straight and he hates having gay sex so much then why doesn’t he just stop doing gay porn so that he can then, in turn, shut up about it already?
Well obviously, caleb, there’s a lot less money in that, isn’t there? Although we might take you up on your “Jew-for-pay” offer, but only if we get all the Motza ball soup we can eat. Whether you think “gay-for-pay” is just a marketing label or a political choice, it’s also a very popular gay porn niche that has as much fantasy and performance behind it as your average fuck scene. A lot of gay guys fantasize about seducing straight men. Who hasn’t thought, Even though he’s straight, I’d still suck his dick. Yeah, well… Cody Cummings is that dick, er, we mean straight guy. But it’s not like we gotta stand up for him, especially when Todd is on Cody’s side:
Caleb, Eric – what is wrong with you two? You’re offended that a guy isn’t going to have sex with another guy for your pleasure? Seriously? He doesn’t owe you guys anything, and as for the “heterosexist and near-homophobic gay-for-pay douchebag” – this is the sort of thing that drives people away. Some people seem to have chips on their shoulders in these commenting sections, and it sounds a bit like heterophobia.
Though now that we hear Todd, we’re inclined to agree with some of Caleb’s points. Cody has called some gay-for-pay actors “gay” and he didn’t quite answer our question about why he bothers calling himself straight to begin with. It definitely raises and eyebrow, but in the end it all comes down to personal preference in porn, right? Right? Echo… echo…
But while we’re feeling morally outraged, let’s jet on over to Maskurbate’s new post entitled, The Lawnmower Man. It’s much better than that awful virtual reality movie because Maskurbate’s film contains much more nudity and cum. However, Mark wasn’t impressed. In fact, he finds the whole “masked” concept quite sad:
The premise of this website is so psychologically messed up where does one start? It’s creepy. Having sex with guys with masks is a throw back to the days of when gays were deep, deep in the closet. For those of you that like your sex this so disconnected you can’t look another guy face to fave have some serious baggage and issues. Maybe this website does it for you, but I happily long for the days when this type of fetish site is history.
Yes, it’s kinda Japanese to have sex on camera yet cover your face for fear of being recognized, but that’s only one side of the story at Maskurbate. The other half? Incognito encounters with a man in masks is pretty damned hot. Then again, we may have baggage of our own, eh? Anyone wanna help carry our load (in their mouths)? Harley’s goodbye fuck, Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamonds and more after the jump!
One word… DIAMONDS! Uh-oh, now you’re intrigued. So let’s put your curiosity to ease, it’s time for PATAPORN with Chinpoko! Butch Dixon: Dillon Buck & Ulysse
Diamonds are forever!!!
Until you shoot your load at least. I know that I usually review videos… HOWEVER! (Clearing throat importantly) These pictures are incredibly hot. Dillon Buck is just one gorgeous hunk of a man, and the fact that he’s playing private dick with Ulysse makes this scene even better.
I must say these pictures really do tell some type of story… and it was fine, a fine story I told myself. Butch gives you the important details but you’re the one who gets to fill in the cracks with your own imagination.
HAHAHA! I just said, “Fill in the crack.” I’ll fill in your crack, Ulyssee.
Damn, I think Ulyssee was birthed out of the womb already knowing how to ride cock. The man can take a pounding and I’m definitely perusing the rest of Butch Dixon to find some of his videos. PATA PATA PATA! Man Avenue: Girth Brooks (2)
Girth Brooks is quite possibly the cutest man in America. He really, REALLY IS! Man Avenue has hit a home run with this boy. Girth has just the most handsome face that you’ve ever wanted to give a facial to. Ah, and his fuzzy chest, tight body…
AND THAT FAT COCK! PATA PATA PATA!
I know I don’t say this often, but I’m in love, dear fans. Okay, I say I’m in love with different men all the time, but this time I really mean it. If you don’t check this post out, well then, you’re not really gay, are you? In fact, if you’re not in love with Girth, then you’re just as straight as… ?!!
I’d like to have a cute baseball cap just like Girth’s. I only hope under that hat he has good hair. If not, well… that would be unfortunate. But I’d still love him… no, that’s not true. I can’t deal with bad hair. I’m a shallow prick and I’d drop him like it’s hot.
But Girth, I still love you! Hottest post of the week.
Sexy, bearded Dillon Buck is playing a detective in this scene and he’s charged with the interrogation of Ulysse, a thief who is hiding some diamonds. The detective takes Ulysse into custody and they head into a prison cell for some questioning. The con man isn’t being very co-operative, so Buck decides to convince him. He orders Ulysse to bend over the table, then Buck pulls down the con man’s pants. Doning a pair of rubber gloves, the detective goes searching for the diamonds. But Dillon quickly loses track of what he’s doing when Ulysse squats down and starts swallowing Dillon’s huge cock. And it’s a whopper! Over 9.5 inches long and super thick. But this thief makes Dillon’s dick disappear, just like he made those diamonds disappear. And he loves every inch of that big cock, especially when the detective slides it deep inside and pounds the thief’s ass.
Robbie soñaba en ser un boxeador, por eso empezó a frecuentar un gimnasio cerca de su casa. Él tenía prisa en aprender, por eso, contrató a Dillon como entrenador personal. Robbie estaba golpeando el saco de boxeo, pero siempre se le olvidaba protegerse la cara. Fue ahí que Dillon empezó a enseñarle más de cerca como se hace. Robbie sintió la polla de su entrenador rozándole el culo, y eso lo dejó muy cachondo. Bueno, está demás decir que fue lo que sucedió a la continuación.
Robbie wants to get into boxing as a way to tone his smooth body and to spar with the fit lads he’s seen at the boxing gym. He books a private training session with the club’s trainer Dillon to learn how to handle himself, but his trainer thinks he can go much further than just some basic moves. Dillon folds his muscular arms around Robbie’s shoulders and guides his fists into the punch bag. Both of them can feeling the rising sexual tension and its not long before Robbie is on his knees worshiping Dillon’s beautiful fat dick, before Dillon plunders Robbie’s smooth, tight ass and lies him down to squirt hot, globs of cum over him.
Pent-up lust run rampant in the exclusive private finishing school that Michael Madison attends. He watches his gym instructor and begins to feel a tightness in his underpants. He’s seen the weight in the crotch of Dillon Buck’s pants and wanked himself to sleep just imagining his teachers fat cock pressing to his lips and to the aching, twitching hole of his arse. But little does he know Dillon has been taking more than a professional interest in his pupil, and its not a question of if somethings going to happen between them—it’s when…
Handsome, scruffy Dillon Buck goes walking through the dunes of Gran Canaria, cruising for a good fuck. Unsuccessful, he heads to his hotel where he funs into hairy, humpy stud, Marcus Troy. After enjoying a quickie shoulder rub, Dillon lets Marcus’ hands roam over his body and get him hard.
Before you know it, these two hunks are kissing and sucking some nice, thick cock. Hungry for hole, Dillon has Marcus ride his tongue and we are treated to a terrifically hot rim job on Marcus’ hairy, puckered rosebud before Dillon throws a good, deep fuck into his hairy little buddy.
A Conversation
By Steve Prince
The stuffy air in my car seemed to surround my neck like a scratchy wool scarf. I opened my car’s moonroof. The date on my phone read January 10, 2009, but the weather had reached a dry 78 degrees. As the glass slid back, a cool breeze rushed into my car. I inhaled and my nostrils tingled from the salty air. I smelled ocean.
It felt nice to be on the Westside. For you non-Los Angelinos, the Westside refers to parts of Los Angeles west of the 405 freeway (because everything is proportional to freeways in Los Angeles). The Westside includes townships such as Venice, Marina del Ray, Malibu, and—my destination for today—Santa Monica.
Troy lives in Santa Monica. He says he lives there because of the cute apartment he found; I think he lives there so he can gawk at that young surfer boys that saunter past his apartment window on their way to the beach hoping to ride that perfect wave that day. Even when I make the accusation, Troy doesn’t deny it. He simply chuckles and says, “Eeeeeasy,” which is his go-to answer when he’s feeling on the spot. I bet you ten bucks he sits outside of his window staring into the street, a bottle of lube in one hand, and binoculars in the other. Hell, I know I would.
Still, I could get it. To quote Troy there was something “easy” about Santa Monica. Driving down Santa Monica Boulevard, the sun hung high in the afternoon sky spotlighting the picture perfect homes that lined the palm-shaded avenues. As I stopped at a light, I watched a family meander across the crosswalk. Even they looked more at ease and, dare I say, happier. I sighed feeling my body lighten. Santa Monica felt like a cleaned up Los Angeles. Being there still felt like being in LA, but with its dirty façade polished like silver to reveal the gleaming clarity of a calmer city. As I pulled up to Troy’s apartment, my own peaceful feelings soon became clouded by anxiety. Today was the day to talk to Troy about Kelly.
It felt like coming out all over again. Why? Why do I agonize over things? Ugh. Still, I felt as if I was keeping something from Troy. And not that I was… really. After all, Troy asked me to befriend Kelly in the first place. And yes, I initially brought up the idea of going to the museum; however, it was Kelly who actually initiated the actually going to the museum. I just opened my big stupid mouth. I was trying to be a good friend dammit! Yes, yes, I know I was totally avoiding things, but still I thought maybe this logic would work with Troy. Then I remembered that Troy was actually pretty damn smart; he would see right through me. Jeezus.
From Director Steve Cruz’s blog:
“The inspiration for Blue Movie was to go back to a time when porn seemed to be more about real sex than performances… guys having a good time. That’s why my partner in crime Leif Gobo and I were so careful in the casting. It wasn’t enough to find hot guys for you to watch. We also had to find guys that wanted to work together. We feel the experiment paid off. Each scene has an electric chemistry that is real… hopefully it makes the movie hotter for you the fans to get into. In addition to casting huge stars like Zak Spears and other seasoned favorites like Dillon Buck and CJ Madison… we also wanted to find a few fresh faces to keep the cast exciting and new.”
