The saying goes "Give a guy a bus ticket and he'll get where he's going; give a guy a bus and, assuming he's both gay and sexually perverse, with a fondness for straight guys, he'll turn it into the Bait Bus." Ok, so I made up that particular pearl of wisdom, but Bait Bus is very much a real thing and you can vicariously ride it with the owners and (usually) Alexis Fawx. What's a women doing on a homosexual hardcore site, you ask? Why, she's there to lure in the straighties, seduce them pantsless, and do anything she can to convince these blindfolded pussy-fiends that it's her finely formed mouth wrapped around their throbbing member, not that of an anonymous and previously hidden man. If anyone told me I'd be fucking Alexis Fawx then substituted her for some guy, I'd be as livid as Bait Bus's hetero riders tend to be when they find out they just spunked on the face of someone named "Bud" and not a busty, lusty, better make that super-busty pornstar babe. Boom, chud, you got sperma-served!
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Every time you experience an orgasm and unleash your pent-up seed, do you examine it in detail? Is it thick and heavy like unwhipped whipping cream or liquid and runny like 2% milk? Is it clumpy or smooth? Whatever the case, you can always turn to Butter Loads, a site so heavily loaded with ejaculate the webmasters had to recruit cum-hungry guys willing to get their faces splattered in the name of porn! Set up like an audition, the scenes held here go from introductory interviews with wannabe gay adult performers to blowjobs to ass-plugging sex before finally culminating in a smooth but weighty load that your surrogate butt-fucker unleashes all over the clean-shaven and stubbled faces of the gay pornstars of tomorrow, and is met with a lip-licking exclamation of "Yum! I can't believe it's not butter!"
You've been sitting on those scandalous 'n' sexy pics of your last fella for a while now and times are only getting tougher. The temptation to sell of your pornographic A/V assets to make a little extra bread and get revenge on your ex at the same time, well, it's pretty fucking intense right now, isn't it? If you follow the example set by the guys responsible for ExBF, Big Daddy's token "homemade" porn site, you'll send the ExBF crew your pics and vids and gain some notoriety in the process. If you're not bastard enough to sell out even your cheating, lying, thieving ex, you could always sign up for a membership and enjoy the fruits of others' labor. Hell, it's only thirty bucks a month and offers HD videos showing you how ravenous two guys can be when thrust together by love, fate, destiny, or just plain old lust.
With a title like Sausage Party, you might think this website was about about woman-hating men standing around comparing their craft beers, waxing philosophical about Van Halen, and stoking the flames that grill their half-pound Angus burgers. You might, but you'd be wrong. Sausage Party is decked out rather nicely with exclusive photos and videos that show how rowdy and raunchy a few dozen young men can get when they've been teased to a point of immense frustration by costumed male strippers and dancers. The party soon takes a turn for the sexier as the attending guests start to themselves disrobe and the entertainment starts getting rather personal, leaning back to have their dicks sucked, or bending an especially hot audience member over a tableful of deli trays and pounding that tight boy pussy 'til the cows come home. Don't let it ever be said that gay men don't know how to the throw one hell of a fucking party.
Having had his fill of Native American babes, Shimmy, North America's most enterprising amateur pornographer takes to the streets of the Dominican Republic to shoot his sexual adventures with the hustling hotties of Sosua in his incomparable, irreverent style. He's got money in his pocket, the lay of the land, and in a few minutes he'll no doubt have his dick in some girl's hand, his trusty camera there to capture every straight-up fucktastic moment. Since we're all a bit short on travel money these days, Toticos, which means "little pussy" in Dominican Spanish, just might be your best for broadening your sexual-racial horizons.
Tightening their belts and buckling down to ride out the storm of the nation's recent economic downturn, plenty of wives and mothers around the country have tried everything to keep their families' heads above water. Now, at MILF Sugar Babes, they turn to the fat wallet of a sugar daddy to make ends meet. Eva Angelina, Aubrey Adams, and Diana Prince are but three of the gorgeous but desperate women ready to do anything their patron desires if the price is right. For you, the home viewer with a penchant for physically and emotionally mature women, Mr. Pink and MILF Sugar Babes can ensure you get what you pay for. Read on to find out more!
John "Buttman" Stagliano's Evil Angel, affectionately known as porn's Evil Empire, has made the move from desktops and laptops of the world to palm-sized handheld devices in the pockets, purses, and knapsacks of porn fans both old and new. Embracing the new mobile web platform as a chance to keep its fans in an even tighter loop than ever before, Evil Angel Mobile takes the more than six thousand Evil Angel hardcore fuck scenes and ports them over to a platform you can take with you everywhere you go. With Mr. Pink's recommendation and a discounted membership deal letting you inside for less than fifteen bucks, you'd have to be a fierce Buttman-hater to pass Evil Angel Mobile by.