(all about sex between men, described largely in street language, and utterly inappropriate for kids and the sexually modest)
Two engaging images of faces, both conveying pleasure, during man-on-man sex. What is it that these guys are so satisfied about?
Very succinctly: they show the satisfaction of fulfillment. Literally: having dicks firmly lodged up their asses, filling them up. One of the things that gave me wild pleasure back in the days when I enjoyed getting fucked. For me, there were also significant emotional pleasures, but the sheer physical sensation of another man’s body inside mine, massaging it, was indescribably delicious. (Note: as a certified — though no longer practicing — pussy-ass faggot, I have license, I am free, to burble homocabulary like delicious. Meanwhile, the delights of actually getting fucked are, for me, for a variety of reasons, only memories from the last century, but they live on vividly in my daily practices of sexual fantasy. So these two images resonate deeply for me.)
HuntForMen. Their special half-off offer on gay porn, in my e-mail this morning (8/8), from which I extract this dick-free top portion, showing a porn performer — I don’t know who — exhibiting calm engaged pleasure at whatever it is that he’s looking at:
(#1) You will see that there are two lightly furred male bodies intertwined here; also that the cultural tone of the image is elevated by the lovely phalaenopsis orchid behind the central figure
The part cut off at the bottom shows his own dick, which is at best half-hard. Otherwise, he’s entirely focused on the excellent pornstar dick lodged in his ass. I mean, who would not be?
His facial expression would be no surprise if he were recalling pleasures of past couplings, even looking at images of them — oh look, we did that, and it was incredibly hot! — but as a reaction to watching a big dick pounding his asshole it seems exceptionally, well, collected. In his position, as soon as my fucker slipped his dickhead all the way into me, I would (as I regularly warned the guys who fucked me so vigorously) become an ecstatic, and very noisy, bitch in heat. And then we made wild fuckmusic, not at all reflective.
Sean Cody (or something a lot like him). From an ASGmax summer sale mailing (that came to me on 5/30/26), a tabletop fuck involving two muscle twinks exchanging broad smiles (but of the chorus smile — as in chorus boy — variety, not smiling with the eyes) while one has his dick all the way into the other’s asshole, down to the root. It’s a carefully composed arrangement of bodies, a still photo advertising some gay porn flick sold by the aggregation site ASGmax. The photo:
(#2) Fucker to fuckhole: How kind of you to let me come
It’s no surprise that the fucker is smiling, but in my experience a smiling hole — a presentation as a friendly welcoming buddy — isn’t at all common; mostly likely you see a face consumed in ecstasy (my natural state while getting fucked), then one with a workmanlike focus on giving your fucker what he wants while getting what you want from him.
But #2 isn’t intended as a representation of guys fucking each other in everyday life. It isn’t even intended as a screen capture from the fuck flick it’s advertising. It is, in fact, pure advertising, a single scene designed to catch the eye of fags like me and inspire us to view, rent, or buy the flick. There’s no guarantee that the ad still reproduces a scene that’s anywhere at all in the actual flick, and in fact quite regularly the ad stills are stand-alone separate compositions that are only roughly similar in theme to the flicks themselves but a good bit more thrilling than them. (Crying out Buy me, cocksucker — we are pretty much all cocksuckers, that’s just everyday sex, so you really can’t get your jockstrap in a twist over the language — and I’ll get you to come like a fountain!)
Now, the ASGmax ad doesn’t identity the flick that #2 is advertising. But the first of the videos on sale is Have You Seen My Underwear? (Grant Ducati and Benvi in the Next Door Twink category from the Sean Cody studio), and this is a plausible match. The Sean Cody summary, dripping in conventionalized raunch:
After jogging together, Grant Ducati hits the shower while Benvi stays behind. Unable to resist the temptation, Benvi snatches Grant’s sweaty underwear from the floor and buries his face in the musky fabric, inhaling the raw masculine scent as his own cock stiffens.
When Grant emerges from the shower and can’t find his underwear, he confronts Benvi who immediately confesses. Instead of anger, Grant’s face lights with arousal as he drops his towel, revealing his rock-hard cock. “Underwear is great and everything… But I’ve got the real thing right here… You want a taste?”
Benvi drops to his knees without hesitation, worshipping Grant’s throbbing shaft with his tongue and lips, taking it deep. What follows is a raw, sweaty flip-flop fuck session as both men take turns pounding each other’s tight holes.
The SC scene is compressed and fast-moving, sometimes funny, generally fucking hot in several senses, and, yes, with large helpings of (unexpected) smiling all around (an assortment of genuine, not chorus, smiles), to go along with a lot of sweet kissing in tandem with the fucking, some of which is, um, vigorous but all of which plays out on the young men’s everyday bed, not on any kind of table (much less the lovely, but massively uncomfortable, narrow side table in the photo). In the interests of journalistic accuracy, I have watched this scene many times without finding any kind of a side table.
Over some months now, the scene has performed its intended function for me three times (the kissing alone is profoundly moving for me, and then I get to fantasize that Grant and Benvi take turns fucking me, which certainly works). The acting is (of course) serviceable, not professional. But then I can get it without a fee.
It is, of course, entirely possible that #2 comes from some completely different porn flick in the ASGmax catalog. I no longer care.
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