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Alexx Densley & Sam Bishop Can “LURE” This Otter ANYWHERE!

Friday, November 21st, 2014

Every day I cum across a new film on GayHotMovies.com that pushes all the right buttons for me, and I’m sure you do as well, but today I’d like to share with you my new obsession… “Lured – Into Temptation” from UKHot Jocks. First off, I love UKHot Jocks, the guys are literally just that, Hot. I must say as soon as I got a look at the promotional material for this installment of the “Lured” series, I just knew that this was a slice of masturbatory heaven.

The scene opens with both Sam Bishop and Alexx Desley cruising their GAYDAR app’s in a fun montage of two single horny dudes in separate parts of the city. So here is what caught MY eye, Alexx… Alexx Desley is the type of guy I would gladly drop to my knees for, even before seeing what he’s packing in those tight-ass hipster jeans. The guy’s got a beautiful face, and one of the many things that drive this otter into a frenzy, a neck tattoo (I might just cum, or faint, I don’t know which). So we all know how this is going to go. Soon enough Sam gets a message to meet up at the “Mill” because it is a “sexual playground”. Well Ok then, I’m there!

Don’t get me wrong, I am a HUGE fan of having sex just about anywhere, but I had to wonder, is this abandoned mill safe? I grew up around a bunch of abandoned industrial buildings (no, it wasn’t Detroit) and I was always a bit wary of them; not because they weren’t fucking awesome, but because my father instilled that deep rooted sense of imminent danger if one was to go into those places. So I was feeling a bit uneasy as Alexx entered the decaying edifice followed by Sam shortly thereafter. Look at the place, you could fall through that floor, there is lead paint chipping EVERYWHERE, pigeon and vermin waste, and the constant threat of tetanus! Yeah, it’s pretty sexy I’d totally do it in a place like that… Just keep my shoes on.

Oh, one more question, how do you go about getting permission to film at a place like this? Something to ponder…

The pair finally meet and immediately begin making out, lightly punching each other (personal favorite), and stripping down peppered with great shots of both guys ample bulges in their jeans. Although I felt bad for Alexx’s cute jacket going on that filthy floor… Alright, enough with the smoochin! Sam drops to his knees and tugs at Alexx’s fly  exposing his cute ass-less undies. Taking his time Sam teases Alexx, and the audience, by bedeviling his partner’s cock through his underwear. Finally the moment I’ve been waiting for, the reveal! Alexx Desley’s cock is a wonderful sight to behold. Thick, well veined, uncut, anchored by a shining cockring at the base and adorned with a Prince Albert at the tip, it’s the kind of dick I imagined Alexx would have. His body is equally impressive. Although He’s slender, the guy is pretty ripped and muscular for his size. His smooth skin is covered with an assortment of tattoo’s from his neck down, both of his nipples are pierced horizontally with barbells, and his rippling abs are complimented by a set of super hot cum gutters supported by beautiful muscular legs. I think I’m in love.

Here’s another thing (well, performer) that really heats up this scene, Sam Bishop. Who knew that when I first spotted this stud that he would grow from a smooth twink into the furry muscle cub I find myself beating off to? Seriously, Sam Bishop is fucking gorgeous! He’s got a nice solid body that’s perfectly thick in all the right places, chest, shoulders, arms, thighs, oh my. No offense Sam but you look way better now buddy. WOOF!

*From Twink to Muscle Cub.

Now for a taste of Sam’s girthy fuck stick. Alexx drops to his knees and eagerly unleashes Sam’s meat from a wrapper of denim and jock strap, taking all of it down his decorated, inked up, throat. He’s a great cock sucker and you can tell Sam is really into it.

Time for a switch! This time Alexx needs some service, and Sam is ready to obey. This is so hot, and I am so jealous of that lucky cock sucker right now… Sam continues working on Alexx’s thick cock, even getting a nice face fuck for a minute which gets Alexx’s amazing cock nice, slobbery, and dripping with Sam’s spit. Fuck yeah.

With nothing but their trainers on (and they’re pretty cute too. Adidas?) Alexx braces himself against the brick wall of the crumbling mill’s interior for Sam to slip his man missile inside of him. Of course Sam obliges, fucking his partner’s hole hard and deep. I was really impressed with Alexx’s flexibility in this scene. Legs spread, ass up, with hands on the ground we get a great shot of Sam balls deep in his filthy pup hole. This is some hot fucking, now I want to go to this place now if there are guys like Alexx and Sam there waiting for some intense anonymous man sex.

And the scene gets better! After barraging Alexx’s manhole it’s Sam’s turn for some dick. After pulling out the couple kiss a little, baiting each other in a rather challenging manner that is super fucking sexy, as Sam lures Alexx over to a pole in the center of the cavernous room where he can brace himself for what we know is going to be an epic fuck. Sam’s still a great bottom and Alexx has a real beauty that deserves to be in a hot pucker, ramming away with abandon. The sex is hard, dirty, and awesome in this film. Alexx pushes himself in and out of Sam with serious intensity and a focus on pleasuring himself as well as his bottom. This whole scene is giving me so many ideas of what I’m going to be doing next summer when I’m out visiting some of those old abandoned industrial buildings with the boy.

Now for the cum shots. Alexx pulls out, pulls off his condom and jacks off into Sam’s hungry mouth which is incredibly hot. But the real winner is Sam. It’s rare when I’m surprised by a cum shot, but man! Sam blows one of the most beautiful loads all over his furry stomach that I have seen in a while!  It’s thick, creamy, and gorgeous… Just the kind I like, it’s a damn shame it wasn’t on or in me is all I’m saying.

The pair exchange a post orgasm kiss so Alexx can taste himself on Sam’s mouth (something else I adore), and here’s the kicker, once Sam gets up neither of them had actually messaged each other to meet. So who did? And are they there watching? Waiting? I guess we’ll have to find out in the next installment of “Lured”.

What a scene.

“Lured – Into Temptation” is definitely one to watch. I highly recommend this inspiring film, as well as the rest of the “Lured” series for anyone who has a fancy for hot guys having hot sex in abandoned industrial sites. You can watch the latest and previous scenes right here on GayHotMovies.com, and you better start following me on Twitter @Otter_Holt, Facebook, and now on Tumblr as well as @AlexxDesleyxxx and @sambishopxxx!

Check ya later cum catchers,

-The Otter

Phantom Phucking For HALLOWEEN!

Friday, October 24th, 2014

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The Halloween season is upon us. It’s a time when the days have grown shorter and the nights seem more foreboding. Jack-o-lanterns, witches, and ghosts grace front porches and stoops, candy will be consumed in bulk, and for one special night of the year we can dress as slutty as we want and no one can say a thing about it. My favorite part of the season… The ghost stories.

Imagine living in a haunted house. Now, imagine living in a haunted house with a ghost who likes to make contact. Now imagine living in a haunted house with a ghost who likes to make contact… physically; and by physically, I mean sexually.

I’ve read and even seen a few films about things that go “pump” in the night.

Erotically charged supernatural episodes rarely get as much attention as the good ol’ fashioned hair-raising terror tales, but they deserve a little more attention don’t they?

Well then, I have a story for you. Of course it happened to the quintessential “friend of mine”. For that IS who told me this bone chilling, yet boo-ner inducing tale…

To preface the story I’ll give you a little background on this guy; I’ve known him for years, he’s serious about his career, is unbelievably handsome, well read, and kind of a slut. (It’s ok, I can slut shame him, because we are both sluts, and we agree that we both have that in common.) Anyway, he is not the type to be superstitious (he likes pulling me under ladders because he knows I hate it), and doesn’t indulge in narcotics or substances other than good beer and whiskey (and weed, but that doesn’t count). When he’s not out saving lives he can be found at the gym, in the library, or beside me at the bar cruising the meat.

So, tell me your story.

“The place was really old, you know like eighteen hundreds or something.”

Ok, let me clarify, he was living in a converted late eighteenth century townhouse, turned apartments in Center City.

“Anyway, I had been renting it for a couple of months but was spending most of my nights at the guy I was seeing’s place, but that didn’t last, so now I was sleeping at my own place… in my own bed… alone… again.”

Spare me. Alone? Blah Blah Blah.

“Fuck you.”

Go on.

“The apartment was pretty cheap considering the rest of Center City’s prices; second floor, good light, nice sized rooms, claw foot tub, small kitchen, whatever. Like I said I hadn’t been there long, and hadn’t spent much time in the place. I was pretty bummed remember? So I wasn’t going out much, didn’t want to do anything really except go to work, hit the gym, head home, and watch Netflix. I started getting the feeling I wasn’t really alone, I felt like I was being watched; especially in the shower, and in the bedroom. It was starting to unsettle me. Luckily there was another smaller room that I could have had a roommate move into, but I didn’t want one, so I moved my bed in there and used my old room as a dining room cause it had those French doors into the living room. The feeling didn’t go away. In fact it became more intense. You know how I always have clear shower curtains, cause “Psycho” freaked me out? I was shampooing my hair and I swear a hand slipped through the curtains and ran down my chest. I opened my eyes but nothing was there, it was definitely a hand.”

*Now that should send a shiver down your spine, and I will also add “my friend” has fucking rockin body, even I want to touch him.

*Anonymous*

“I was pretty freaked out so I finished up, dried off and decided to go out for a drink. Couple of beers and a few shots later I had forgotten all about the hand in the shower, actually I had forgotten about everything because I passed out in my jeans but I didn’t wake up in them. The next morning I woke up thinking someone had slipped out of my bed, and sat bolt fucking up, did I bring home a trick and forget? No one was there. Then I realized I was naked. Now, I remember flopping down on my bed and not taking off my jeans, and there they were, folded on the God damned dresser across the room! Not only was I hungover, now I’m thinking I have drinking problem. There was no way in hell I took off my jeans and underwear and folded them up all neat, and put them on my dresser. You’ve met me, it’s a miracle if I even fold my tee shirts and put them away. So I started noticing more little things here and there, nothing crazy, nothing to be seen. Every once and a while I would sense someone in my bed, or the opposite side of it would be warm if I rolled over; I guess I was just getting used to it. So this is when I first told you about it. Remember when  “Name omitted/mutual friend”  came over, we were gonna hook up, and he bailed just as I had finished taking a piss? He was so weird. Turns out he was too scared to even tell me that someone whispered in his ear “who are you?” while he was taking off his shirt. So a ghost was fucking with my sex life. That night I kinda went a little cray and walked around talking to whoever or whatever was in that place. You know, like “Hey you can go to the light.” and all that. Things died down for a little while. Fall had arrived and I had taken my coats to the cleaner and picked them up after work. I threw them on the couch, still in the plastic I might add, and hit the shower. When I got out I was walking through my bedroom door when, I swear to God, my towel was pulled off me. I told myself it got caught on the door jamb, but really, looking back it had to have been the ghost. What really creeped me out was a few minutes later. I walked into the living room to grab a jacket for that night and they were gone. Fucking gone. So what the fuck? Where could they have gone? I marched into the hall to check the door; locked. Went to go grab my phone in my room; Jackets. The God Damned jackets were hanging on the closet door… Out of the plastic. Shit started to happen again; footsteps, the scent of cigarette smoke, doors opening or closing on their own. But the touching was the worst. I would feel hands on my body and wake up in the middle of the night because of it. It started to bother me, and as it progressed I noticed it would get worse if I spent the night at someone else’s, or if I had a hook up at my place. I started to think about moving. That’s when I came home one evening I was taking off my clothes in the bedroom when my door slammed shut, immediately I felt what felt like a chest press against my back, and what felt like a hand running down my arm. Once I felt its breath on my neck I freaked out! I thought someone had broken in or something. I spun around … Nothing. Nobody.”

*This is the part where “my friend” gets a little uncomfortable.

“You don’t think anybody who reads this is going to believe it?”

I don’t know?

*Will you?

“So, I didn’t stay at my apartment that night. I ended up hooking up with “name omitted/mutual friend” and stayed at his place. I knew I had to look for a new apartment. I wasn’t staying in that place. The following night I had worked up enough courage throughout the day that I would just grab a drink after work, go to dinner, be a man, and sleep in the place I’m paying for.”

*At this point he gets up and fixes us drinks. Settling back down, he continues.

“I left the windows open because it was such a nice Fall night. Kind of crisp, but great sleeping weather you know. I took off my clothes and slipped under the covers. I don’t know what time it was, but I felt a warm hand around my cock. I was still kind of asleep and wasn’t sure if I was just dreaming. I rolled over on my back and the sensation continued. What was weird was that I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was enjoying it. Sounds fucking weird, I know. Then it changed. It felt like the hand had switched to a mouth, I was getting a blowjob. I just laid there. I didn’t want it to stop. Hell, it was one of the best blowjobs of my life.”

Taking a deep breath he goes on.

“When it stopped I opened my eyes. I could see my covers were pulled down and my dick was slick with spit, and then I felt it again.”

*He has to pause.

“No one’s going to believe this.”

So what?

“I kept my eyes open and watched as my dick was squeezed. I mean I could see it being squeezed. Then I felt, and you know the feeling, of the head being pressed against an asshole. I was the freakiest, fucking strangest, thing I have ever seen. I watched as my cock was sat on by an invisible bottom. I even watched my foreskin slip back, I could feel everything, and see everything. It was so fucked up. I was hot, sweating, and I could feel the weight of it on me. Straddling me. Riding me. It felt amazing. Funny thing was, it wasn’t cold, the whole thing was hot. So the ghost was riding me for a while. I almost came when it slipped off, and then… I Fucking shit you not. I felt my legs go up and before I knew it, I was getting fucked. I swear to you I was getting fucked by a fucking ghost. I could feel every inch of his dick as he fucked me, and he was fucking me hard, jerking me off simultaneously until I remember throwing my head back and cumming like I have never cum before. I felt it land all over me, even hitting my face. I was covered in sweat and cum, breathing heavily while the ghost was still fucking me. I even felt him cum inside of me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Afterwards I felt a tongue licking up the cum from off of my chest and on my cock again.”

*I’m practically cumming right now!

*He takes a sip of his whiskey.

“I opened up my eyes, and looked down. The hottest guy was cleaning up my mess, starring back at me. I froze, but couldn’t tell if I was going to scream or what? The guy was hot. I could see, even in the dark, that he had a fucking hot body, a little scruff; and when he sat up he had a tattoo on his chest, a heart or a bird, you know like Sailor Jerry. Whatever, anyway, he just looked at me licked some cum off his finger, smiled and winked at me. I blinked and he was gone.”

Just Gone? Was it real, or just an intensely hot wet dream?

“I flicked on the light and looked around, he was definitely gone.”

But how do you know it was real?

“Well, first off, I was covered in cum. Second, my hole was sore as hell. And third, I could smell someone else in the room, it wasn’t my musk, I know what I smell like.”

*Mmm… Musky…

Anything else?

“He came in me remember… I pushed his cum out of my hole for Christ sake.”

*Igor above… Now THAT is a cum shot!

Wow.

“I AM going to say, it was a really hot fuck.”

*To follow this up I’ll let you know “my friend” did end up moving to a different apartment not far from his previous residence. Does he regret not having his unearthly playmate?

“Sometimes” he says with a laugh. “No I don’t miss him. You can’t quite have a relationship with a ghost. Besides, I wouldn’t know how to explain him, what if things got serious with someone else? Could we break up? How would I explain it if I was accused of cheating… is it really cheating if you’re fucking the ghost in your apartment? I don’t know? I did say goodbye to him in my own way”

How?

“I gave him one hell of a private show. I hope he liked it.”

*I bet he did. So do I know the address of this haunted apartment? Yes, I’ve been inside it. Am I going to share it? No. So what do you think? You’ll have to decide for yourself. All I hope was that it might have given you hard-on!

Now that I’ve whet your palette for some man-on-man sex here are five of my ghoulish recommendations to get you in the holiday spirit… and other spirits if you will.

#5 Halloween film to watch: “Twinkula” from Dirty Fuckers, directed by John Smith.

*Hot scene: Scene 5.  Rudy Valentino &  Timmy Taylor.

#4 Halloween film to watch: “Twinklight” from GayLifeNetwork, directed by Afton Nills.

*Hot scene: Scene 8.  JT Wreck, Darin & Ethan Storm.

#3 Halloween film to watch: “Bedtime Stories” from Catalina, directed by Scott Masters.

*Hot scene: Scene 2.  Billy Eagle & Johnny Rahm.

#2 Halloween film to watch: “Scared Stiff” from Bijou Classics.

*Hot scene: Scene 1.  Steve Collins & Tim Kramer.

And my number one pick… You guessed it!

#1 Halloween film to watch: “The Haunting” from CockyBoys, directed by Jake Jaxson.

*Hot scene: Scene 1.  Arnaud Chagall, Dillon Rossi & Jake Steel.

Happy Halloween from all of us at GayHotMovies.com! We hope you get plenty of tricks and plenty of treats… Make sure to follow me on Twitter @Otter_Holt and on Facebook.

Sleep Tight tonight,

-The Otter

Some Oversize Loads Never Go Out Of Style

Wednesday, October 15th, 2014

Surge Studios produced some of the most popular titles from the early 1980′s. Owner/director Al Parker was a superstar in his own right, as well as a creative genius when it came to scenarios involving hyper masculine men dripping with raw sexuality. Together with his partner Steve Taylor, Parker explored the raunchy, dirty, and raw anonymous sex of the time in a way that the one and only “gay superstar” could. To help me drive my point home (hard and deep) I’ve chosen to review the final scene of “Oversize Load” brought to you by Bijou Classics. Starring Scott O’Hara, Jeff Turk, and Franco Gonnella this exquisitely captured act of male on male fucking will continue to delight audiences for years to come, even 32 years after the act was filmed.

*Steve Taylor & Al Parker.

*Al Parker… Perfection.

In 1981 Al Parker and Steve Taylor set out to create one of Surge Studios masterpieces, a story of a long weekend on the road and the thrilling encounters along the way.

*For die hard Parker fans such as myself, a lesser known star makes a guest appearance throughout the film. Who, you might ask? Why he would be Al’s dog! (Bonus points for you if you can me tell his name in the comments!” Then we’ll see what type of fan you are!)

In the final scene Parker delivers Scott O’Hara to a “Truckers Only” shower room, befittingly staged at Mac’s Bath in Los Angeles. Here in the dimly lit locker room Scott removes his “clone” costume; flannel, boots, bulge and ass accentuating Levi’s…

*Scott O’Hara, huge dick… big bottom. 

While our protagonist is disrobing, Franco Gonnella is already on his knees feasting upon Jeff Turk’s glorious cock and delicious ass. One unfortunate aspect of this scene is Franco not getting enough face time; he’s gorgeous and aggressive, but his face is always buried in ass or somewhat hidden. Scott wanders in as this is happening (within minutes we will observe the top three fascinations of Al Parker) the road weary traveler plays with his own engorged tool by the sink while watching the pair in the mirror, even taking his own dick to his lips showing off his autofellatio skills cut between shots of Franco’s slicked up uncircumcised dick… (Catch that? A. B. & C./1. 2. & 3. Voyeurism. Autofellatio. & Foreskin.)

 

 

*Scott was quite adept at sucking his own cock.

If only I could have gotten a gif of Scott O’Hara thrusting his swollen meat against the cool white porcelain of the sink, essentially fucking it.

Franco is still gorging himself on Jeff’s flesh with his mouth, tongue, and throat whilst rimming his pucker, prepping it for his hooded hole wrecker. Sufficiently lubed with spit Jeff braces himself against the shower as Franco fills up his meaty ass with his raw man drill. Moments later Scott decides to drop his balls and get in on the action; Franco and Jeff are in the throws of their own fucking and really don’t mind having Scott taking a closer look.

*Jeff Turk is probably at his handsomest in this film.

Franco plows Jeff hard and to his furthest limits, and you can tell he is loving every minute of this pounding from his rigid hard-on! Sure enough he’s ready to explode and Parker doesn’t miss a drop in this slow motion segment. The beauty of the cum shots in this scene are A. the timing (both Franco and Scott erupt on Jeff’s back simultaneously) and B. Al Parkers camera work. Just look at these stills, believe me, you really need to see them to believe them.

 

*Love a rock hard bottom.

*Jeff’s cum-shot.

*Franco cumming a split second before Scott.

*Look at all that gloriously sticky cum.

EXTRA!

MAC’S BATH today… I wonder if it’s a dentist or plastic surgery office?

 *The interior as of 2009… Sad… Photo credit: Danny Jauregui

 

Films this hot come around rarely, but when they do, they’re destined to become a classic! I highly recommend “Oversize Load” it’s available right here on GayHotMovies.com along with plenty of other classic titles that deserve your dick’s attention. Now that Fall is here, and you’ll be wanting to spend those ever darkening nights at home, why don’t you set up a digital projector and make an evening of “old fashioned” entertainment with a buddy or two? Wouldn’t that be fun to play with a friend under the flickering screen of a classic? Sounds good to me!

Remember to follow me on Twitter @Otter_Holt and Bijou @bijouworld!

-The Otter

 

 

Boys Big Packages Tied Up With Strings

Friday, September 19th, 2014

Folsom is upon us! As I sit here at my desk in what Dee Viant refers to as “Porno Land” lamenting the fact that we are not there this year feasting upon the lotus like so many of you filthy fuckers out there; I will just think about my favorite things.

Jimmy Durano

Ethan Slade, Jimmy Durano & Ryan Rose.

Two of my favorites from last year!

Some of the GayHotMovies.com booth visitors from last year!

Like…

 

Lash marks on backsides,

and hard wooden paddles.

Bright stainless cockrings and blindfolded submissives.

Boys with big packages tied up with strings.

These are a few of my favorite things!

 

The colored tails of ponies and the crisp sound of lashings.

Bullwhips, and hardware, and bound willing bottoms.

Wild subs who fly from the rafters with ease.

These are a few of my favorite things!

 

Men in black harnesses with blue leather piping.

Cum drops that land on my chest and eyelashes.

Silver fox daddies displayed bound on their knees.

These are a few of my favorite things!

 

When the crop strikes.

when the flog stings.

when my cock’s rock hard.

I simply remember my favorite things.

And then I don’t feel so sad!

 

Ok, you get the picture. Although I am sure there is someone who has a Maria Von Trapp fetish out there fashioning restraints from tired old drapes.

 

*Can someone please print that pattern on leather and make a matching chaps and harness set? PLEASE!

Nate Karlton would look darling in that pattern!

*By the way, a friend of mine who used to go by the name of Maria Von Clapp back in the seventies had a really great (and incredibly offensive) version of “My Favorite Things”… But I will not post her lyrics…

 

To celebrate I am having a weekend guest visit. We’re going to do all those fun touristy things we never do in our own city… Like hell we are. That puppy’s staying bound to the staircase, from my bed posts, and to the kitchen table ALL weekend! I’ve got all my gear and ropes organized… Ok, enough about what I’m planning with my friend. Setting the mood and getting ideas is always fun (I warn you though, you can try some things at home, but not everything unless you have been properly trained.) Check out “Rope That Works” from Bijou Classics it will give you a basic tutorial on some simple bondage techniques.

There is going to be so much going on this weekend in the city by the bay! To help you get in the spirit make sure to visit GayHotMovies.com and check out our selection of Kinky, Leather, Hardtied, and anything else your freaky little heart desires! Have a great weekend! And remember to follow me on Twitter @Otter_Holt and on Facebook.

-The Otter

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