When you see Kenny Cross by himself he has this awesome boy-next-door vibe, with a very sweet smile, adorable face, and joyful laugh. Then you see him naked and you see what a truly hot guy he is. He’s got such a tall, lean, tight body and perfect ass. his dick is quite a handful and has made many guys happy. Then you put him with another guy and suddenly he becomes a total sexual being, giving and deriving pleasure from the guys he’s with. Dakota Rivers has always wanted to do a scene with Kenny and Randy gave him the chance.
Earlier this week, we reported on Playgirl folding its magazine to go all digital. Well, some brilliant person has created a site with images of Playgirl models from 1973 to 1995&mdash a pretty incredible collection with lots to love.
Now you can commemorate the passing of Playgirl‘s print edition by popping out a hot load or two to some old-school hotness. There’s lotsa bearded, long-haired hunks, some laughable fashions (like Malibu print jammer pants and gold lamé robes), and plenty of texture to the scanned-in pages so you feel like you’ve just sneaked a copy out of your mom or “bachelor” uncle’s underwear drawer.
Our favorite is the guy above with the semi-hard on and milk carton. Yes, it’s porn, but that’s no reason to forget that milk’s a good source of calcium!
This is a long video. Slade takes his time with Gram — lots of caressing, and ass eating. You even get to watch Gram’s cock spring to life from Slade’s blow job.
And the fucking is amazing. Slade is not normally a bottom. Bryan had to promise he’d find Slade a bottom to fuck after making him give it up in this update. We’re anxiously awaiting that video!
Jason’s eyes are glued on the titty porn in the distance as Kirk can’t help but blatantly eye his str8 prize like a famished cheetah about to descend on a clueless gazelle. You just know any minute this is gonna get really good! Ugh …Where’s that voiceover guy when you need him?
As a boy, Photographer Justin Monroe traveled the road with his artistic parents and became interested in scenes of daily life. His later interest in theater is apparent in his work as his photographs portray a sort of decadent hyper-reality where the lines between man and machine, act and actor, limelight and lust begin to blur.
His work is just as informed by cinema (science fiction and action movies) as it is by current events (check out the trailer-park hotties above, one in a flooded trailer while news footage of a recent disaster plays on the TV behind him). Though they’re definitely campy, you can tell the excruciating attention to detail in setting, costume, and model direction… every shot looks flawless.
Justin now works with establish stylists and art directors to create his uniquely provocative shots and is becoming a sought after name in the international fashion industry. This November, he’s releasing his first book, Down the Rabbit Hole. You can pre-order it from his website.
With his square jaw staring into the camera, Cyprian quickly removes his shirt and unveils just the kind of solid, hair-covered torso we love. That is just the start of a long list of all things manly he offers up. Rubbing a packed bulge with anticipation and reverence that mirrors our own, he soon hoists out a fat, uncut hose from his black briefs before turning to display a set of glutes round, high, tight, and meaty. Kneeling on the bed, his cock hangs low and heavy.
Ever heard of a motorcycle fetish? Anybody who likes fast cars gets wood at some point thinking about driving his favorite car – or cycle as the case may be. But have you ever heard of someone who likes to jerk off every time he rides his cycle? Meet Nino. Nino is a hot Latin boy from the LA area. When he turns off the motor he can’t get his pants off fast enough to start stroking his cock. He even grinds his cock against the cycle’s seat, and straddles the cycle in a few positions. Finally he blows his load all over the seat and gas tank. Must be interesting to ride shot gun, don’t you think?
Call it hypnosis or brainwashing, but it looks like Steve Prince has gone crazy. Hey, it’s not his fault. Blame It On Britney
By Steve Prince July 2008
I’m sick. I’m coughing, wheezing and something is coming out of my nose that looks like something from Ghostbusters. It has been three days now that I have had this bug. I can’t remember the last time I was sick like this—oh wait, yes I do… December 2003
“Bye sugar”, I said as Jenny got into to her car. “Have a good time.”
I walked back into my apartment and shut the door and locked it. Ah, a night alone. I loved my roommate Jenny but I was glad she was going away for the night. I had not lived in Los Angeles that long and I was glad Jenny was from Orange County. She knew tons of people in LA. Basically her friends were my friends and I hung out with her and her friends all the time. This was great; I loved Jenny and her friends, but I missed my alone time. I mean, I’m a Pisces. It was going to be nice to have some peace and quiet by myself. I’d have the night to clean my room, maybe watch a movie, and catch up on reading—amazing.
I decided cleaning first would be best, especially since I love cleaning. I know it’s weird, but it’s very cathartic for me. Being on my hands and knees scrubbing my kitchen floor is like scrubbing away past emotions, past resentments, and old fears. I dunno. Cleaning is just like a good emotional douche for me and I really can’t explain it. I also wanted to listen to the new CD I got. Yes, it was Britney’s In The Zone.
Say what you want about Britney Spears, I’m not here to debate her mothering skills, her state of mind, or even her weave. You know why? In 2003 none of that was important. It was Toxic, and Her Against the Music. It was truly Britney bitch and I have to say I love the album still to this day.
Cleaning and listening to Britney of course involves occasional dance breaks in which I would dance/clean into a sweaty frenzy and then sit on my couch and admire my beautifully decorated Christmas Tree. Yes I’m gay people—thank God. Or in this case, thank Britney.
I had just finished scouring the stove top and I was about to bleach the sink, which is my favorite chore. A song came on that I wasn’t acquainted with. I had only gotten the Britney CD the day before so I hand only really listened to Toxic so I could learn all the words. But this song, this song was different. A low base thumped from my CD player and then came Britney’s manipulated, raspy sorority-girl sounding voice: Ooooohhh, it’s so hot, and I need some air.
You’re right Britney it is hot. Maybe I’ll open a window. I put down my bleach and then I was stopped by the next lyric: And boy, don’t stop ’cause I’m halfway there.
Britney, halfway to what—? It’s not complicated, we’re just syncopated
We can read each other’s minds.
Well, Miss Britney I think you’re growing up. Am I to believe you’re talking about— One love united
Two bodies synchronizing
Britney oh my goodness. What would Justin say? Don’t even need to touch me
Baby, just
And then it happened. In that moment I lost myself to Britney. Her song “Breathe On Me” took control of my senses. I felt powerful. I felt seductive. I felt hornier than a cat in heat. I ran to my CD player and pressed “Repeat Song”.
You wish! But this is as close as we’ll ever get to seeing Vin Vin unloading his guns! =) Check out how his eyes roll to the back of his head when he cums. Yeah, that must feel good.
And oh, nice orange towel there. 😉
The pervy UpYerKilt cameraman stands in a crowd of tourists filming the ceremonial march of a traditional Scottish guard. He secretly focuses in on the guard’s crotch discovering that when he lifts his legs high he gets a sneaky shot of the big hairy cock and balls underneath the tartan! Watch the video below and try to catch the flash of this genuine Scottish beef. Go to UpYerKilt for a full and revealing slowed down version of the video giving an illicit dick-hardening view of this real armed lad.