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08-19-2010, 01:52 PM
So it's come to this!
When the world's master cocksucker Kraig over at JockFootFantasy runs his tongue between the toes of muscle stud Jesse in "Jesse's Workout," is there dialog, conversation, or some kind of verbal exchange to indicate development of relationship? Not really. Whatever poetic exchanges we might have found in a Victorian novel are here reduced to a simple two-word exclamation. "Fuck yeah!" Kraig kneels before Jesse after he has passionately worshipped Jessés bare feet, and he blows him to Kingdom Come in one of the hottest oral sex scenes caught on camera. Jesse's response to all this? "Fuck yeah!"
Devin and Chad are two beefy barefoot nextdoor-neighbor types you can watch at DirtyTony.com They are not twinks. They are your late 20s fully developed muscle men and they enjoy sex. Although they indulge in some light banter and breezy guy talk, they quickly get to the job at hand, an ass pounding, and Chad's hole becomes a Happy Harbor for Devin's big dick. The penis pounding does not elicit much of a verbal exchange. But listen carefully and you will be sure to hear an occasional "Fuck yeah!"
In any Michael Lucas picture, what you see is what you get. The boys are beautiful and work with energy, passion and imagination. You can take just about any LucasEntertainment film, such as the recent "'Revenge", and you know you will be watching handsome men in scenes of graphic sex. But they won't be discussing Voltaire, the meaning of life, or masterpieces of the Bulgarian literary renaissance. They will be doing daring and daunting and sometimes dirty things. In "Revenge," for example, you can watch the very handsome Kyle DeAnthony open up his tiny but very powerful sphincter to an adoring Justin Beal. And you can follow the good feeling into the second scene in which that handsome adonis Matan Shalov dances, sucks and screws his way into the heart and hole of equally beautiful Jesse Martin. What will they have to say about their moments of ecstacy? "Fuck yeah!"
We must accept and welcome change in the language of romance. We can no longer expect to hear flowery words and long expressions of adoration from the lover to the beloved. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!" No, no, no! It takes too long!
I suppose someday when I hit the deep six, as must we all, my soul will be catapulted instantly to St Peter's Control Desk by the Pearly Gates. Well, they can't let just anybody in, you know! And I will say, "Peter! Peter! I have shrimped and sucked and loved using all my earthly talents to the very best of my ability! Have I shrimped and sucked and loved enough to gain admittance?" I expect Peter will smile at me compassionately, and perhaps he will murmur, "Fuck yeah!"
When the world's master cocksucker Kraig over at JockFootFantasy runs his tongue between the toes of muscle stud Jesse in "Jesse's Workout," is there dialog, conversation, or some kind of verbal exchange to indicate development of relationship? Not really. Whatever poetic exchanges we might have found in a Victorian novel are here reduced to a simple two-word exclamation. "Fuck yeah!" Kraig kneels before Jesse after he has passionately worshipped Jessés bare feet, and he blows him to Kingdom Come in one of the hottest oral sex scenes caught on camera. Jesse's response to all this? "Fuck yeah!"
Devin and Chad are two beefy barefoot nextdoor-neighbor types you can watch at DirtyTony.com They are not twinks. They are your late 20s fully developed muscle men and they enjoy sex. Although they indulge in some light banter and breezy guy talk, they quickly get to the job at hand, an ass pounding, and Chad's hole becomes a Happy Harbor for Devin's big dick. The penis pounding does not elicit much of a verbal exchange. But listen carefully and you will be sure to hear an occasional "Fuck yeah!"
In any Michael Lucas picture, what you see is what you get. The boys are beautiful and work with energy, passion and imagination. You can take just about any LucasEntertainment film, such as the recent "'Revenge", and you know you will be watching handsome men in scenes of graphic sex. But they won't be discussing Voltaire, the meaning of life, or masterpieces of the Bulgarian literary renaissance. They will be doing daring and daunting and sometimes dirty things. In "Revenge," for example, you can watch the very handsome Kyle DeAnthony open up his tiny but very powerful sphincter to an adoring Justin Beal. And you can follow the good feeling into the second scene in which that handsome adonis Matan Shalov dances, sucks and screws his way into the heart and hole of equally beautiful Jesse Martin. What will they have to say about their moments of ecstacy? "Fuck yeah!"
We must accept and welcome change in the language of romance. We can no longer expect to hear flowery words and long expressions of adoration from the lover to the beloved. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways!" No, no, no! It takes too long!
I suppose someday when I hit the deep six, as must we all, my soul will be catapulted instantly to St Peter's Control Desk by the Pearly Gates. Well, they can't let just anybody in, you know! And I will say, "Peter! Peter! I have shrimped and sucked and loved using all my earthly talents to the very best of my ability! Have I shrimped and sucked and loved enough to gain admittance?" I expect Peter will smile at me compassionately, and perhaps he will murmur, "Fuck yeah!"