Bill Dough enters his house after a long day at work wearing an open button down shirt, a wife beater, jeans, and flip flops. He kicks off his shoes and takes off his shirt, staring in (understandable) awe at his ripped torso. He heads back to his bed where he flops face-down on the white sheets. A moment passes and then he gets the idea to relax the best way he knows how–stroking that beautiful cock of his. Bill is seriously gorgeous, with five o’clock stubble and washboard abs. He rubs his dick through white Calvin Klein briefs then pulls down his underwear for a view of his long, lean dick and perfect round balls. Bill jerks his cock in a circular motion, cupping his balls in the other hand. His neatly trimmed bush leads up to quivering abs. He gyrates, humping the air, and if you’re a hot blooded male like us, you’re longing to be straddling this hunk.
Once he’s in the pool house, Fox quickly starts stroking his cock and Dink asks him what he’s thinking about and he is quick to point out that he’s thinking about the big cocks hung on Jack and DJ and how he wants to suck them. He’s hard as a rock and shows off his sweet little pink hole for us before Dink offers to go out and wrangle the other boys in. He brings in DJ first and 30 seconds after he walked into the pool house he’s got his huge cock down Fox’s hungry throat. Fox gives himself a nice throat-fucking with DJ’s cock as he slams it down his throat gagging himself with the monster meat. You can tell this one really loves to choke on a dick and he does a fine job of it.
While partying in San Diego over the weekendJeremy Bilding downed two shots and five beers before getting behind the wheel to drive to his friend’s place. While driving and using his phone to find his way there, he accidentally swerved in front of a police officer and got hauled in for having a 0.8 blood alcohol level. In his own defense Bilding said he passed the field sobriety test and said “I felt nothing, not even the beginning twinkle of an impending buzz.”
Here’s more from his blog:
While nice and good people (for the most part), were also a little more party than I prefer my taste. I felt bad refusing several substances every couple minutes, and found myself more and more antsy to make my way home to my own bed, or at least to a place that I could get some sleep without the interruption, or being “that guy” at the party. Not to mention, I was a bit nervous about my car on the main street at a meter. So, I politely made my goodbye’s and made my way out of the building…
Unfortunately, I didn’t actually know how to get to Tommy’s on my own, so I needed the aid of my phone, and in the process of discovering and plotting my course on my iPhone, I had swerved a little on the highway, in the view of a California Highway Patrol car.
Fuck.
Cherries went. Officer approached. I responded, disclosing fully and honestly every question he had. “Yes I’d had a few drinks this evening”; where I was coming from, where I was heading and the like. Given the opportunity again, you better damn believe that I’d answer everything EXACTLY as I had then.
Unfortunately, I had not done the proper amount of math, and had not given myself enough time to fully dissipate the alcohol in my system. I may have passed all the playground games that the officer had me perform to prove my sobriety, but I did not pass the breathalyzer test, and I blew a .08…
Friday night, I thought I was good, as I had stated before, and never felt any sort of the effects of alcohol in my system, and I had paced myself, believing that I had kept myself not only at a LOW B.A.C. level, but at a responsible level regardless. For this, I will shun any sympathy you may offer, or any support you may have. I fucked up and I will accept my responsibilities for my actions on my own. Thank you anyway, but please, there is never an excuse. Never.
Oh Jeremy, we weren’t going to offer you sympathy. We were gonna mock you for being such a swervy drunk, except that you’ve already given yourself the lashing you deserve on your own blog, so we’ll skip it. Besides, a tongue lashing couldn’t beat the postscript to your boozy tale. Apparently Bilding’s bail bondsman immediately offered him a beer just after bailing him out for drunk driving. Of course he wanted Jeremy to get arrested for drunk driving again—more arrests means more business for bail bondsmen!
American Apparel just announced the arrival of new summertime beach towels graced by the coverboys of BUTT Magazine and we’re stoked. Why? Oh, just 10 very good reasons… and most of them have to do with cock. 1) ARPAD MIKLOS!!!1! – We’ve always wanted to lay on top of the hairy straight-for-pay top and now we can, and at only a fraction of the cost that it takes to hire him as an escort. 2) BUTT Magazine is hawt – Man, we wrote about BUTT back when you were still masturbating to Honcho. OK, not really, but it is a hot and brainy porn rag and if you haven’t been getting off to it, there’s no better time to start. 3) They’re based on real people – Usually whenever we see a hot guy printed on a towel, he’s some sort of cheesy cartoon; the sort that you’d feel ultra desperate actually jerking off to. Since the men on these towels are real guys with names like Ernie, Juan, and Brian, we don’t feel so bad wanking off to them while in the changing room. 4) Diversity! – The towels let you choose between a beefy white guy, a ripped black photographer, a hung Hungarian, or a hot Colombian fashion student. Never before have international studs been so easy to lay. 5) Some of the guys actually look like us – As you already know, love ripped and manicured porn studs, but we love men of other shapes and sizes too. So it’s nice to know that a lot of other guys still find us sexy even if we don’t look like rippling porn gods.
Five more reasons including a glimpse of the cock towel, after the jump!
When propositioned with doing a scene with another guy, both of these guys had the same response; “How Much?” Marcello is all about the money, so he said yes right away. Neo, on the other hand, had a bit more reservations. One thing he said he wouldn’t do is bottom. For first timers, they didn’t do too bad. Marcello really needs to work on his blow job, but, his beefy and furry body makes up for a lot. As for Neo, never say never. He turned out to be a real power bottom.
When we heard that the monogamous porn pair known as the Jarcis had broken up, we hoped that we’d finally them get it on with someone else for once. Oh well, consider those dreams crushed because they’ve gotten back together.
Actually, it kinda broke our hearts when they split—they’re like the gay porn version of Lucy and Ricky. Lucy and Ricky may have had their spats, but they always had sloppy buttsex and made up in the end (and in that order). But before we bask in the glow of their hot reunion, allow us to take you down memory lane for a quick fingerbang.
A month after they broke up, the two made catty comments towards one another on Twitter. Of course, anyone who read them knew that only gay boys in love make such dramatic public statements. Then we got a surprise several weeks later when the two appeared together at a NYC live show. Was it money or contractual obligation that compelled them to put on jockstraps and gyrate to Bad Romance together? Whatever it was, it worked because here they are, kissing on Twitter.
So to celebrate their getting back together, we’ve created The Jarics QC Fan Club Page! We have to admit, we’re curious if they had rebound sex with anyone else during their two months apart. Maybe they should consider having an open relationship… on screen at least.
Horny Callum is one fit-bodied lad who relishes in showing off his body; today in the hot tropical sun it’s too hot to wear more than shorts and he is quick to feel his uncut meat through his shorts and the bulge in his shorts showing he is more than a hint semi! Lying back on the rocks he pulls down his boxers and a stiff cock springs out and sticks straight up! Every muscle in Callum’s body is hard and he is gripping and wanking his cock with real enthusiasm as though he is taking part in a new Olympic Sport! When he bends forward to show off his slightly hairy hole he gets drenched by a wave his hole covered in salt water! Playing in the sun has made him so horny that when he lies back on the rocks and power wanks—he blows a nice big load over his abs.
I’m a single professional guy who just got a decent IRS return and I wanna stock up my pleasure chest for when I play alone or with someone else. A “pleasure chest” is what I call my collection of sex toys. Right now my collection is pretty tame—I just have some lube, a Fleshjack and a blue nine-inch jelly blue vibrator that’s shaped like a thick cock (it’s pretty good). Those are a good start, but can you advise me on other toys I should buy?
Toys tend to be expensive, so I wanna buy stuff that’s good quality and that I’ll actually use. I’m kinda curious about buying an Aneros, a Rude Boy prostate stimulator or a double-sided dildo. I’d also like to buy some BDSM gear, but am unsure where to start. I guess I have a few questions. First, should I buy the ones I’ve mentioned? Has anyone else tried them? Are they any good? Also what else should I buy? I’m especially unsure about the BDSM gear since I am a beginner and inexperienced. Which items would be the best way to start exploring that (from the side of the dominator and the submissive guy)? I really want to get my money’s worth and would prefer hearing from guys who have experienced these toys firsthand.
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Christmas came early this year and now Santa wants to stuff his stocking with some very naughty boy-toys. So what toys should this hot guy get? Toys are not only a great way to make good sex with someone even spicier, they’re also great ways to learn more about your body and what turns you on when you’re alone. We have our favorites, but what are yours? Help this fella spend wisely by sharing your experiences and advice in the QComments section!
