OK, so I'm not usually into the whole gay-for-pay thing—I just don't buy it. I mean, everyone has the right (and the obligation, sometimes) to self-identify with the term that best suits them. I'm not going to deny anyone the right to call themselves straight, and then turn around and have gay butt sex.
Most of the online sex sites that feature original amateur content specialize in straight guys having gay sex—for the first time.
Sean Cody is one of those sites (and one of the better ones, at that.) A couple of different sites regularly read had mentioned this new Sean Cody film,
Bailey's Fuck Buddy, so I checked it out.
Hot. I mean, really hot. And not just cause they're a couple of greased-up beau-hunks who enjoy a good a banging (the oral lasted about, oh, all of 5 seconds, and then it was,
anchors away!). No, what really, uh, blew me away, was how hard these two guys were trying to contain their enthusiasm. It seemed to take enormous amounts of restraint to keep the whole, straight-acting AberZombie thing going.
They both claim to be straight.
OK, sure. One of them even says he has a, "serious girlfriend." But the, they mention that they're going to have sex with the same girl, later in the week (after a good ass-pounding, of course). Oh, and the girl making up the middle of this manwich is
not his, "serious" girlfriend.
Now, again, I'm not saying they're gay. They can be whatever they want. Hell, they can call themselves watermelons for all I care. I'm just saying that I didn't really buy into it. I usually need some level chemistry between guys if I'm watching a skin-flick—which is why I usually avoid the whole gay-for-pay genre. (And most Eastern European stuff, too.) But these guys had real, barn-burning, wrist-chaffing sexual energy. There was something in their eyes that said they were really, really into this.
Again: I'm
not saying they're gay. I didn't think they were gay during the whole naked work-out. And when they said they'd seen each other naked a few times, "in the shower" (at the gym, of course!), I still didn't think they were gay. No, that wasn't it. And I didn't start thinking they were 'mos when they kissed, gave each other spankings, or when Bailey called the other guy, "bitch," over and over again… I didn't think it when they got visibly excited (a little too excited, if you ask me), when the off-screen voice told them he'd brought a ton of toys for them to play with. ("We
love toys," they both giggled, before expertly ramming dildos of various shapes and sizes up their holes.)
No, the moment I stopped believing they were straight was when Bailey told his "gym" partner to suck his, testicles.
Testicles. I mean, I'm a big ol' mo—I flame like a charcoal briquette, and even I say
balls.Sheesh.
OK, so I posted this (a long time ago), but I think it might be time to break it out again. The upcoming holiday seasons can be a stressful time, so if you need a good laugh, check this out:
