At
the beginning of the preview for The Island: Day One, the screen says, "Nine
Straight Guys Are In A Competition For This," then you see a truck.
Yet only seven guys are in the video on Day One. With Day Two,
I introduced the idea that others, who weren't seen on Day One, could appear,
but still no one new arrived. Day Three, the video you're about to
watch, adds two other anniversary shoot inductees.
A bit of planning behind
the scenes had Boston Paul arrive at the airport from Massachusetts
at the same time the rest of the guys plus Brett arrived from San Diego.
Meeting up there, they waited for my assistant and me to arrive.
Once the guys had thrown their luggage in the back of the van and piled in,
we began the journey to where the boat would pick us up... but the
guys still had no idea where they were going.
"So you guys all got here now."
"Sweet," Caleb replied.
"Yee-ha," Boston Paul followed.
"You still have no idea where we're going," I reminded
then I went on to put on the scare for just a bit longer with the numerous
mosquito bites I'd suffered.
"I wanted to save what I'm going to show you now.. te, til, til the
camera was going."
I then pulled up my pants leg. Being
the anti-chemical type that I am, I didn't put on bug spray the first couple
of days and had suffered the worst of the guys.
"What the fuck is that shit?" Boston Paul asked incredulously.
"That is fucking... no way," Rocky added.
I explained that they were bites, then that we had to be escorted
in and off the property again as Brett and Paul hadn't heard. I knew my
jig would be up when they all arrived... but I wanted their brains
turning until the very last second. <g>
That very last second was up when we arrived at the dock. A boat,
you see, is cool to twenty-something year old straight guys. They
didn't care where we were going at that point. <g>
Beers in their hands, I asked them if they wanted me to tell them what
was going on. Rocky yelled "Yes! Yes!" and a few minutes
later, after an abrupt boat stop looking for an alligator drenched Dean
and threw me down, we were there.
Walking
onto the property, the guys remaining from the initial round greeted the newcomers
with straight "what's up bro" style hugs, then we all walked inside.
A couple hours later, after the sun had completely gone down and we'd
grabbed a bite to eat, I got in the hot tub to take a quick break.
A few minutes after I began my soak, though, the guys started piling in.
As I've seen them naked already and they couldn't care less about seeing me
naked, it's a bit fun to harass them about it, but they really don't
care that a naked gay guy is in the hot tub with them, which I learned all
the way back in 2002 at the log cabin.
So,
anyway, everybody's just sitting around, drinking beer and goofing off
by splashing one another and such when I decide it's sort of fun and go
inside to get the camera. I just wrap the towel around me and walk indoors.
When I come back out, the four person hot tub is still full of six naked
guys but what had just been some light horseplay soon turned into sexual
goofiness.
Boston Paul, decidedly interested in winning that truck, was the
first to suggest some sexual activity. He
turned with his backside to everybody and bent over, his ass in the air. Dean,
in turn, shook his bottle of beer and sprayed it in Paul's ass, and
Sonny pushed the bottle on into his ass crack.
"I'll spank off right now on someone's chest," Boston Paul
added a few seconds later.
Sonny,
acting all macho, told him no, that he could jerk off outside the hot tub,
but less than a minute later, Boston Paul was again bent over with his
asshole showing and Sonny stuck his finger on it.
Paul
was soon underneath the water face up with only his legs and balls showing,
then after coming up for air, he went back under face down, with his ass up
in the air. The guys, not missing an opportunity for harassing one
another, spanked his bare bottom hard.
"Get the bottle," Paul yelled a few seconds later, exposing
his ass once more, and Sonny inserted the tip of it into Boston Paul's
hole. "Oh... it's in there!" Dean observed with a yell and a
wince.
As time passed, the intensity of the sexual interaction increased.
The guys lifted
Brett up by his legs and Paul started putting the bottle into Brett's ass,
too. "Don't do it. It's just not worth it, man," Dean told Brett,
but the bottle poking continued. "Don't push once it sticks,"
Brett commanded the others.
"Let it stay. Let it stay. Let it stay. Ahh." Brett cried.
"Enjoy it!" Paul told him in response. <g>
Needless to say, a few beers had been consumed in addition to serving
their current poking duty. <g>
Before long, well... you likely have a good idea how all this is going
to end.
Every SCM video's got spooge in it somewhere, ya know. This one's
got five doses that'll leave you wondering just how far straight men will
go for a truck. I mean, there's still forty-five minutes left in this
hot tub adventure and it increases in ferocity like you can't imagine.
Words don't do it justice, but I will tell you that this video
has stroking, butt eating, dick licking, ass fingering, face fucking,
sixty-nining, ball sucking, spooge eating, kissing, and FULL ON CONDOM-WEARING
ASS FUCKING. I mean, it's got stuff like one guy rimming another WHILE
the other is passionately kissing a third, one guy sucking the balls of a
guy while another guy is simultaneously sucking that guy's dick WHILE the
guy sucking the balls is getting his ass eaten, and it's got a guy
getting FUCKED IN THE ASS while two other guys bust their nuts on him.
Yeah, it's a gloves off fight for the truck. One which you'll have to watch
in parts as this video will be a multiple load inducer, without a doubt. The
guys kept talking a little in an effort to keep it light, but it is INTENSE.
You'll be jaw (and pants) dropped. I sure was... especially considering
I was just gonna film a couple minutes of horseplay.
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you know what straight men won't do... for a truck? Think again. |
Damn. I love my the guys even have pubes job! <G>
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