There really is a return to old school barebacking in porn videos lately. Like tattoos, it’s everywhere! So while I was looking at some of these SEAN CODY bareback sex pics I was just getting so fucking hard and horny. Totally whipped it out and jerked myself silly. Am I becoming one of these dudes that can now only get turned on by bareback videos?
I have to say bareback porn really does turn me on more than most condom porn (especially when the guys are as stunning as the guys in these photos). I totally get off seeing cum dripping out of a dude’s asshole. It’s dangerous… yet I admire it. There’s a weird sense of guilt mixed with a soothing comforting sense that natural raw sex is where it’s at. I still think I’ll leave it to just watching and not doing “it”… yet.
What do you guys think?
Is it a personal choice?
“Only idiots bareback.”
Should we stop watching bareback porn so men don’t risk their lives for our pleasure?
Are you a proud barebacker?
“Totally fucking hot to watch… but I wouldn’t do it.”
SOUND OFF IN COMMENTS.
Bareback photos via SEAN CODY
Oh man… what is it about men with hot bodies messing it up with outlandish accessories & attitude? Case in point… this guy.
Nice slender muscular torso, giant schlong, patches of fur, abs…
and then BANG… Plastic Man sunglasses, a sloppy yellow durag… all knowing gaze (or is that all knowing dazed).
Hot bordering on hilarious? “He’s SUPER HOT man!” “This guy is a joke!” Please sound off with your opinions on this dude and/or what makes a man HOT and what makes a man just NOT HOT!
Am I the only one who fucking LOVES Turkish Wrestling/ wrestlers? Big brauny dudes all oiled up and getting into each other’s pants… FUCK YEAH!
What Is Turkish Wrestling?
Turkish oil wrestling is all about the leather britches.
Improbably muscled Goliaths—don long, thick, black pants made of water-buffalo and cowhide. Then, they douse themselves in olive oil from head to toe and stride into a grassy gladiatorial arena.
Turkish wrestling has been staged for well over 650 years. To the uninitiated, it seems little more than an open field of oily mayhem. Not so to the appreciative crowd, which roars with excitement at sudden throws or clever holds— “belly sees the sky” being a particular winner—as executed by their oil-wrestling favorites.
“Oh my, I feel like I’ll die of my excitement… the sweat-stained grass smells of oil,” says the Kirkpinar anthem, sung in the procession to open the tournament. In the past, bouts between two men could last for hours and continue the next day.
Read more of this story HERE @ The Wall Street Journal
TURKISH WRESTLING WEBSITE!
bustour#4 – gladyatörs from markus dassel on Vimeo.
What the fuck is Sgt. Coach talking about? Here’s a fine description:
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