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Okay, I just me the hottest guy I've ever last night.

He looked like a straight-up thug, big and beefy, chains, black cap on sideways. Obviously a marine, but at first glance the kind you wouldn't want to mess with because he could break you into little pieces. But then I caught him checking himself out in the mirror. I mean really checking himself out, long and hard, lifting his shirt up. And I thought, "Aha".

So when he went to the head, I waited a minute and went myself so we'd meet on the way out. He was still in there, talking about how he was getting out in 2 days. OK, I can't pass this one up.

When he got out, I told him I was buying him a shot to toast the fact that he was getting out. Boom, he never left my side for one second after that. And when I say he never left my side, I mean that he was practically hanging on me, that big friendly hand feeling up my chest. Ohhhhhhhh mannnnnnnn.

He says he's a pussy-gettin' motherfucker, and I believe him. I tell him I'm a video producer and I'd like him to get girls for me. He tells me he used to be a male escort. Ohhhhhhhh mannnnnnnn.

So we get to talking about how hot he is. Remember, I'm in a bar full of marines, and this guy is hanging on me. We've got our arms around each other and he's practically facing me. Our crotches are practically rubbing together. I know I had a giant boner, I'm pretty sure he did too. my dick was leaking precum like it was cool.

We got to talking about porn, and how I could hook him up if he were so inclined but that gay was where the money was. His eyes lit up, especially when we established that I didn't give a shit. I told him I didn't believe in rules, and he thought that was pretty fucking cool.

Unfortunately his also very cute and very friendly buddy had to drag him home. It really seemed to me like he didn't want to go. I, however, have his telephone number.

When it rains it pours.

Meanwhile, since I don't have any pics of this guy yet (don't worry, I will by this weekend I'm sure) I'll leave you with this pic I took of 'Steve' while we were shooting the last video. Gotta love that cock!

Still working on the video...it'll be up on MyStraightBuddy.com when it's done.

 

[CGHJ]

So it turns out the hottest guy ever had two days left in the marines, and is now out and at home. Luckily home is only 7 hours away by car, not too far away by a long shot. And we got to hang out one last time, during which time I got introduced to his friends who are also hot and very cool. If you've read the blog you know that I moved to an awesome pad some months ago which marines love, and these guys were suitably wowed so I expect to see more of them, in more ways than one.

Also, it turns out that this guy heard about me a long time before I knew about him. He was involved with a girl who in fact was King-and-his-wife's roomate. I found out from King that he called her (the roomate) to say he had finally met 'Porn Joe'. I'm famous, and in a good way. Small world though.

His friends were an interesting bunch. One wasn't obviously gay but he was certainly very, very horny. He kept kissing his buddies, and me, on the cheek. Later on when his buddies were trying to take a quick nap on my floor (they had to take a break from drinking because they had duty in a half hour doncha know) he kept trying to climb on top of them. He had a very cute face and a really tight body, which I can't wait to see naked. Because I'm sure I'll see him again and when I do...I am buying him as many drinks as it takes.

The hottest guy ever mentioned several times that he didn't really want to go home (to Utah, I mean). He had to, he had a plane ticket, but that doesn't mean he has to stay there. I'm definitely going to make it possible for him to come back and visit all his buddies here. Hell, he can stay at my house. I am not giving up on this one, and I'm 100% positive that he doesn't want to be given up on. He's already said I could visit him out there, and so he will get a call by the end of the week asking how he's doing out there and when would be good to show up, the sooner the better.

How hot is he? He reminds me of Matthew Rush, only hotter. Trust me, you'll like him.

 

[CGHJ]

Okay, talk about something I wish I had on video.

I've mentioned before that King and his buddies are all going back to Iraq at the end of this week, so we had one last shindig at my place this last weekend.

King got a quad (one of those 4-wheeled dirt bikes) a few weeks ago and brought it over to ride around on the open land by my house. There's lots of wide open spaces that are perfect for riding a quad around.

He offered to take me for a ride, and so I climbed on the back and we sped off.

Now most guys when they ride on the back with their buddy have to do some odd contortion where they're holding on to the back bar or their bud's shoulders or something. Not me, I wrapped my arms around his chest like it was cool. And it was cool.

He gave it some gas and we were really flying, so I leaned up and grabbed him as close as I could. My crotch was pressed right into his ass, and all the bouncing led to a lot of rubbing, and pretty soon I was hard as a rock and stayed that way for the whole time. We were so close, it was practically like dry-humping him doggy-style.

i couldn't help thinking how awesome it was to be so close to him like that, one last time before he goes off to war. My chest pressed against his broad back, my hands flat against his awesome abs, the intoxicating smell of his aftershave making me crazy. It was great.

I clasped my hands together around in front to hold on, and as we sped along I let them drop ever lower, until they were resting on his crotch. That's when I noticed, his cock was hard as a rock as well.

I didn't do anything about it, and I didn't say anything. Frankly I didn't want to spoil the moment. I just enjoyed the thrill of being so close to someone so awesome, two buddies that truly enjoy each other in ways that most people wouldn't understand.

We were having such a great time riding around that we didn't notice we had run out of gas until the quad died on us, and we had to have his wife come and get us in the truck.

 

[CGHJ]

So I'm slackin' on the latest entry, which will be about the last party here (with video) and what's going on with the Hottest Guy Ever, who I found shirtless pics of on MySpace and who now occupies my every waking thought. Not really. The fact that all my boys, including King, are on their way to Iraq at this very moment occupies my every waking thought.

Instead, here's some caps from a video king and his wife shot before he left. I doubt I'll release the video, they signed a release for it but it was really just a quick impromtu fuck in my office and it didn't come (sad fact: I've been working in the adult industry so long it was hard for me not to spell it 'cum' there) out very well at all. You might enjoy these caps though.

 

[CGHJ]

I've talked about this about a million times, but the day finally came: Virtually every last one of my bros here went to Iraq last weekend. All the guys you've seen in the other YouTube videos, and worst of all, my best buddy King. All gone.

So of course I had one last party for them. Actually, there's been 'One Last Party' every weekend this month, but last Friday it really was the last because the next day they had to get on the plane.

It was bittersweet. We had a great time...it's why these guys are my bros, they're fun to hang out and drink with, but the reason we were partying is because we won't get to party no mo', not for at least seven months or so. King thinks he'll be back in four months, I fear that George Bush has other plans for him. As long as they all come back.

King will be on a hardened base (one of the permanent bases Bush swears we're not building) and will only be in real danger when he's convoying from place to place. But my other best buddy is a 50 cal machine gunner, one of the dudes that rides around on the top of the hummer and shoots insurgents when they try to attack the convoy, and he and several of my other buddies are tasked with protecting some higher up mucky much as he goes around Iraq checking out stuff insurgents have blown up so they're out on the road protecting a high-value target all the time. Last time they were there he was on the receiving end of fourteen IEDs. Things have gotten a lot hotter since then, and IEDs have gotten more deadly. It doesn't help me that 4 guys from my old army division just died over there.

So anyway, one last party. I should have taped more of it, but we were just having fun. In this clips we are smashed, brother, smashed.

In this clip, it's beer bong time. One of the wives takes one, then it's my turn. This is only the second time I've ever done a beer bong...the first time they were trying to teach me how and I got all kinds of great advice:

Marine: "Just pretend you're sucking a little cock."
Me: "Damn, if only I sucked more dick I'd be all good."
2nd Marine: "Wanna go in the back and practice?"

Evidently I need more practice, because I still spit up some, on my buddy's hat.



By the way, when he says "Fuck you couch nigga!" that's a lline from the Dave Chapelle show, the one with "I'm Rick James, bitch!"

In this second clip it's way late and we're all gone. One of the guys is running around pouring beer on people, which is why King has his shirt off and is standing in front of my stove heater, he's trying to dry himself off. I get poured on while I'm taping. Crazy fuggers.



The guy who's saying something you totally can't understand was a civilian dude that just wandered in out of nowhere because he heard a party going on. If there was any benefit to my buddies pouring beer on everything, which is way roudier than they usually are, it was that I think we probably scared that dude away for good.

The hilite of the whole evening for me was: One of the guys, 'R', has a secret little crush on me I think. He's always finding ways to touch me and stuff, which of course I am in no way bothered by. i always catch him looking at me, and he's constantly saying he "Doesn't give a fuck". He wants to take me for a ride on King's quad, which I don't really want to do but I definitely do want to get up all close to him, so I say yes. I climb on the back, and once again there is a marine between my legs. He moves his ass allllll the way back to the end of the seat, and I grab onto his chest with my hand, just like I did with King. Ummm, the abs on these guys. It was a cold night out but we're so close I'm warm. When we got out a little ways he had to stop to take a piss, and I could not help but to notice he did it turned around facing me so I could see his cock. Yes, R, I know, I know! But your wife's back at the house waiting for us...so now you're going to have to wait until you get back from Iraq. At least it'll give me something to look forward to.

 

[CGHJ]

Wow, long hawt weekend guys. I'll write more later, I need to rest a moment. My videos are backing up, I'm already like 2 behind now, but I just shot another one last night.

Saw this guy in the bar and got my girlfriend (my friend who is a girl) to show off for him if he'd show off for her. He was down (this is seriously condensing what happened but the full story will come). Hawt hawt hawt hawt hawt.

Here's three screencaps:

Yes, that is cum dripping off his Prince Albert.

His buddy who was there watching the whole thing said I was his 'motherfuckin' hero', I think probably because he really enjoyed getting to see his buddy jerk off. I'll bet this dude, whose porn name I haven't come up with yet, liked being watched by his buddy, too.

I'm already thinking about how I can get him back for more, don't worry

The tatt under his right arm is the dogtags of one of his buddies who got killed over in Iraq. These guys are too awesome to waste over there, can we just bring them back now, please?

 

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So, you can see from the pics in my previous post that I had an interesting weekend. it went like this:

I'd been out to the bar where I scout every day of this week since Wednesday. It was fun hanging out but not a lot happened until Saturday. Wednesday I got a guy back to my place, but he was so drunk he wandered off, leaving his keys here (he left his car at the bar because he was way too drunk to drive). I had to wake up early in the morning and leave a note on his car so that when he got back there he's know where his keys were. He was really embarrassed, which was cute. And so was he, so Wednesday I had to jerk off about that guy.

Thursday I got three guys back to the pad, one a good friend of the "hottest Guy Ever" as described in a previous post. It was late and all they did was crash out because they had work in a few hours but couldn't yet get back on base. They had to leave at 6 am so I didn't even see them go, but one of them left his shoes of all things. Guys are always leaving stuff behind here so I actually have a lost-and-found...but how do you forget your shoes?! I have a bit of a foot fetish and the shoes were made of suede, so I fucked the show. I did. My cock fit right inside, too.

Friday the bar was packed and I ended up meeting a lot of screaming hawt guys, but couldn't get anything together. But one guy was so I ended up jerking off about him.

Saturday was King's wife's last chance to go out, so we went back to the same bar. Over beer, she let slip that she needed money. Plus I owed King a little more from his share of MyStraightBuddy.com and because the her money comes out of the same place, giving it to her is the same as giving it to him. I let her know that I would pay her $200 if she would do a photoshoot for me, but let a bunch of marines watch. She loves to be watched, so that was easy enough.

All I had to do next was walk up to every hawt guy at the bar and say, "I'm about to do a photoshoot with a girl and she wants you to watch."

I meant to do it at my place, but another guy I had seen there every day and who seemed to really want to be my buddy came up and invited me to an afterparty at his apartment, complete with alcohol at the ready, so we went there. We took a bunch of guys with us and there were more there already waiting at the party. When it came time for the shoot there were about 20 guys packed into the room to watch.

Here's the guy who had the afterparty. He's a lot hotter when his tongue ain't stickin' out.

This guy passed out in the corner, even though there was a naked girl fucking herself with a beer bottle in the same room.

You won't care much about what happened: she got naked on the dude's Raider's bedspread and fucked herself with said beer bottle. The marines thought it was the most awesome thing that had ever happened to them. I'm jaded so I have to remind myself sometimes that these guys are young and many are from small towns, so it prolly was one of the hilites of their lives up until this point. Several of them had just got back from the sandbox, imagine how happy you'd be if you were a marine and you just came home from Iraq and suddenly you're at a porn shoot. Shit like that just not happen in this town. I love making these guys happy.

One hi-lite...there was this super-cute guy there. Not hard cute, but very good-looking. His buddy was a little hottie as well. At one point when I was shooting I started to fall backwards and he caught me by putting his hands on either side of my ribcage. I swear to you that it was less of a 'save' and more of a 'gentle hug', like he was about to put his arms around me from behind like your boyfriend would do. As opposed to say, "Don't fall on me, faggot," and a push.

No, I did not get any of the guys naked. I did not even try. You can imagine how hard it is to meet straight guys one at a time as they come upon me by chance in the bar...after this, I may never need to buy a drink again out at the bar again.

Sunday was another story, as you can see from the pics in my previous post.

 

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Sunday I had some real fun.

King's wife and I started watching the superbowl, but she couldn't get through it. I was really getting into it, but after halftime we decided to pause the TiVO and head out to the bar. I would have been cross, but there's nothing like taking a girl into a marine bar. It's like having a passport.

We had started watching the Superbowl after it was already over, so when we got to the bar everyone knew what the score was already. It took about 10 seconds for someone to blab it to us. oh well, at least the Colts won.

We didn't waste any time this time trying to pick up guys, and in fact she met a girl friend there who was willing to get dirty. Once again in short work we had a whole set lined up, including a guy I've been trying to get naked for over a year now. His wife was there, and down with watching him get naked and spank it while he watched king's wife get down with another girl. Before we left though both the dude's wife and the other girl chickened out. I'm gonna keep working on the dude though...he made it clear he didn't mind getting naked. You wouldn't mind, either, trust me.

We eventually got four guys to come back with us, D, W, R, and Q. All marines, all hot as fuck. D and W were buddies, and R and Q were buddies. Unfortunately when we got back to the pad there was a little conflict.

For some reason W thought he was going to get rolled by R and Q, and Q thought he was going to get rolled by D and W. When W took a bullet and a shotgun shell out of his pocket it didn't help matters, but on the plus side for me he tried to prove he wasn't packing by taking off his shirt. Hey, let's make sure there's nothing in your pants, either, OK? I did eventually take the opportunity to pat him down. Wouldn't you?

Q wouldn't settle down, so much to mine and R's disappointment (for different reasons, R so wanted to see a girl get naked and I wanted to see him get naked) I had to take him and R back to the bar. So sorry. Q's pants were always falling down which is what got my attention in the first place, but that probably meant he didn't have an ass anyway.

Back at the ranch, D is ready to get naked. First he's showing off his Prince Albert to King's wife and me. I duly note that he has no problem pulling his cock out in front of me. I love my job.

I should note right now that I have seen D around before and always desperately wanted to see him naked. He just has that smoldering look. Now it's about to happen. I get him to agree to being taped but he wants to keep his hat on to block his face. normally I'd say no...but it's the hat that males him, especially when it's just his sharp jaw and wide smile poking out underneath. hawt.

W isn't down with getting naked, but sits there and watches his buddy spank it. Later he tells me I'm his 'motherfuckin hero'. For setting up with the girl, of course...

When D does get naked, it's more than I could have hoped for. He has an amazing tight body, cute curved dick, and an ass that won't quit. So hot he should be kept away from paper and cardboard. He has no problem getting hard with his buddy watching, or with cameras rolling, and shoots a huge load. There's some screencaps in a previous post...he's the guy in the black hat. There's about 15 minutes of video of him spanking it that I've got to process now.

When King's wife goes back to the bathroom to take a shower, W has beat us to it, but didn't close the door. So we all stand out in the hallway for a second watching him take a leak. He was like, "oh shit, what are you all watching me pee for?" Even his buddy. And oh, what a huge schlong he was hiding in those pants. Long, thick.

While we're waiting I notice King's wife still has some cum on her, which I lift off with my finger so I have his jizz on my fingertip. I want to taste it so bad, but I don't.

Then we stand around and watch D clean the cum off his Prince Albert. I love my job.

 

[CGHJ]

Hery what's up kids...this is just a quick update to let you know that I have not dropped off the face of the Earth, I am traveling across it with some hot marines.

We'll be on the road for a litle while, probably until the middle of March. I've got my cameras with me and we're all getting to the point where we can do whatever with each other, and so you will get to see us doing whatever with each other.

That likely does NOT include buttfucking etc etc, although who knows later on. It will certainly include lots of other stuff though, skinnydipping, wrestling, naked hotel room fun and lots more.

As usual, stuff that other producers have to fake, you'll get to see the real thing with real straight guys. I won't be able to update much, but when I get back I'll be able to give you the whole story!

Stay tuned!

 

[CGHJ]

Wow, how do I explain where I've been for the past month?

Of necessity I'm going to have to compress everything. Saying that a lot has happened in the last month is like saying there's a lot of rice in China. Parts of it were just mad crazy, and stretches were filled with mind-numbing boredom. I'll leave it out the boring parts, at least.

You know that I went on a road trip. I didn't have internet access most of the trip; I took my laptop but not the adaptor. Even the budget motels have "free wireless access" almost standard now, I could have connected from all over but my laptop was just an extra bit of flotsam to keep after. Also, believe it or don't there's still households in America without internet access, I know because I've stayed there.

I was just minutes from crashing one Saturday night after a late evening out with friends; I literally had my finger on the lightswitch when there was a tapping at my door. It was two marines, Josh who I has met just a few times and Charlie who was the guy that had left his shoes here the week before but whom I had never actually met. They were drunk (again) so I let them crash at my pad (again), but first they were horny so I put in some porn in hopes that some spontaneous masturbation might occur...it did not, at least not until later and then only by me. An hour into it they realized they had left one of their buddies in the car and brought him in and then Josh and the new guy passed out. The new guy turned out to be a guy named Scott, who they had discovered in some bushes at the last party they were at.

Josh was just out of the Marines, Scott and Charlie were on leave. At least, that's what they told me at first. Later on I found out the were all UA, what us old-timers know as AWOL. Oh yes! But I didn't find that out til much later. Turns out Josh had just seven days left in the Marines before he got out, go figure. Now he's in the brig for 30 days. He definitely wasn't the brightest of the lot.

Anyway, somewhere in there we decided to take a road trip to Florida. Josh had fambly there, supposedly like a cool cousin or brother or something that would hook us up in Daytona, but who we never ended up even seeing. We ended up stopping at Mardi Gras along the way, and making side trips to a few other places including Miami.

It wasn't all fun, and believe it or not I didn't get a whole lot of it on video, mainly because I had also left the charger for my little camera--the inexpensive one that's OK to take in crowds--at home with my laptop adaptor. In fact, overall this trip was probably the worst thing that's happened to me in about two years, maybe more. it was expensive as fuck, and while I was gone every guy that I had wanted to get on video but who never called back or was waiting to set something up called wanting to go on video and there was nothing I could do about it. I almost bailed and took an Amtrak home from New Orleans instead of continuing on to Florida, but I'm glad I didn't. If I had it all to do over again I'm sure I would, even if I Had to do it the exact same way. Scott and I ended up being sooper-best friends, and he's such an awesome guy he's worth it by himself. And I got a lot of things to write about, maybe someday I'll put it all down in a book.

And I did get some video at least. Some crazy wild naked video of drunk marines in a motel room at the end of a 30-day road trip.

Over the next few days I'll describe some of the trip, and not only the good parts, but mostly only the interesting parts.

 

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I'm going to divide this story up into four parts.

We ended up in New Orleans at Mardi Gras by accident. When we decided to go to Florida we realized maybe the next day that New Orleans was on the way and that it was February, so we googled it and discovered we'd be getting there the weekend before, with plenty of time to stay. On the way Chuck called a relative and got us some floorspace.

Before we hit NOLA we stopped in Austin, TX along the way. The guys all went down to 6th street and Josh came back with a girl. He fucked her in his car out in the motel parking lot, and apparently stepped outside to take a leak butt-ass naked, which is actually most surprising because it was freezing fucking cold. He brought her into the room and fucked her some more. She turned out to be really cool though, I was in the next bed over with Scott and we ended up making gentle fun of Josh together, the big lug. She was a musician, of course, working as a waitress, of course.

So that she and Josh could fuck, I moved over into the other bed (double room) with Scott, not that I minded. Just what I wanted in fact. Scott rolled over on me in his sleep and started snuggling, his leg over me and his balls cupped in my hand. I so wanted to start fondling him...all I woulda had to do was move my fingers a bit, but I didn't dare. I rolled over a bit more towards him though, he put his arm over me, and I put mine around him--heaven.

However, overall at this point I started to realize that I wasn't going to get the porn footage I wanted, which was the main reason for me going on this trip in the first place. All the other marines I've ever shared a motel room with have been wild and crazy...they wrestle, they get drunk and have fun, etc. But these dudes are turning out to be shy. So about now is when I started wondering whether I should continue and try to see if I could get these guys comfortable later (after all, there's three and a half weeks left in the trip), or turn around now and cut my losses. I'm feeling so close to Scott I decide to stay...he'll never know that the only reason I stayed on the trip is because he cuddled up to me in his sleep.

Mardi Gras weekend was huge. Friday better, i.e. not as packed. Saturday so packed that at times the crowd would literally lift your feet off the ground and carry you along. Friday night: lost Josh.

After Austin, we figured he found some girl and wandered off, so it was funny the first day, not so much the next. He had no idea where we were staying, and if he lost his cell, no way to call us. He'd end up homeless in New Orleans. We called the police and even the coroner, who apologized for not having the body ("No no, I'm just as glad you don't have him there, it's OK.") We left him voicemails with all our info In case he could get it from a regular phone, and waited. He finally called at something like 6 am on the second day, right after I had just gotten to bed after tracking down a very drunk Scott and Charlie out on one of their adventures. He had spent two days wandering around the city and stank, but man we were happy to see him.

Chuck when he gets drunk goes "into the jungle". That is, he devolves into some kind of pale aborigine, hooting like an orangutan. I was afraid he was going to get our asses beat.

New Orleans is corrosive, it wears you down after awhile. The bars there never close, and there's multiple bars on every block, even in the nice sections of town. You meet people there who will encourage you to drink, and drinking means serious drinks like Hurricanes and Hand Grenades. you can walk down the street with a drink in your hand, and get into a cab with a drink in your hand. I saw a cop car patrolling with a drink set on the drunk. The parades start in the morning and go till late, and it's a huge street party the whole route, what would be confined to a few blocks of any normal city stretches the whole route. Afterwards the streets have so much trash in them a bulldozer comes by. Days later and there are still beads everywhere. The effect on us in noxious...every night we're out partying, so we can never leave. Someone's always missing or sick or waiting for money because they spent all theirs in a bar. We finally managed to leave exactly one week after we arrived, haggard, used up, and glad to be escaping.

 

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Here's a couple of roadtrip pics. The pics where the guys have their clothes on are all from free bonus vids available at http://www.mystraightbuddy.com/bonus/. I make no bones about them being all that exciting, but if you want to see a couple clips of us on this roadtrip, they're free to watch.

This is Chuck, making us some grilled cheese sandwiches before we left. They were really good and he gives full instructions in the video, something to keep in mind if you like grilled cheese. He ended up naked before the trip was through.



That's me on your left and Josh on your right. We're explaining 'monumental moments', many of which we hope will happen on this trip. Losing Josh in New Orleans was monumental, but not in the way we'd hoped. He also ended up naked before the trip was through.



We called this the "Circle of Love". Josh gets really friendly when he's drunk. Josh is pretending to force Charlie's face into Scott's crotch. unfortunately they stopped before he got there. Unfortunately Scott did not end up naked by the end of the trip.



This is what you have to look forward to: Chuck and Josh naked in a motel room.



By the way, that video is also available at http://www.mystraightbuddy.com/videos/, it's 50 minutes long and shows just exactly what happens when you mix marines and alcohol.

 

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One of the guys had grandparents living in a little town in north Florida, who he really wanted to see, and anyway it was on the way to Daytona which is where we were supposed to be headed. Daytona with promises of beaches, and girl to get the guys horny and maybe start up some sexy games. But the train ran out of coal at this station.

Grandma and grandpa lived out in the middle of rural nowhere in a pre-fab tin home, the kind that is like tissue paper in a tornado or hurricane--thank god there's none of those in Florida. Anyway, I like rural, there's lots of space, and grandma and grandpa were super-nice and hospitable, but it was a hell of a place for a party train to get stuck. Also, there was an odor and the water smelled like sulphur.

Another one of their grandkids, Josh's cousin was staying there. She was a cute even if slightly plump high school girl. She acted older, in every way. She was openly flirtatious with all the guys which was a problem because she was only 16. Which may have been the age of consent in Florida, we should have checked but we didn't have any internet there.

The first day there we went out on a grandpa's pontoon boat, which was cool. It was nice to relax after the madness of New Orleans. The kept apologizing because it didn't have a bigger motor and couldn't go very fast; we didn't want it to go real fast. We were as lazy as the alligators we saw sunning themselves on the banks of the river.

I have absolutely no recollection of what happened over the next few days, if only because it was so boring. I really don't think much happened.

I do know that somewhere in there Scott and I drove to Cocoa Beach. Cocoa Beach is where the headquarters of BadPuppy, the company that hosts my site MyStraightBuddy is located. I emailed them before I left on the trip and asked them to hold my check there, knowing that I'd be just minutes away from them right when I needed that check most...if they sent it to me by mail like usual it would have sat in my mailbox at home for a month. Luckily there were willing to do that for me.

I was a little nervous about Scott going down to corp headquarters with me. I had no idea what to expect, maybe a big pink building shaped like an anal plug with the corporate logo (one dog sniffing another's ass) on the outside. However I was pretty sure by this time that Scott was cool, and I was almost hoping that would be the case so we could talk about it and I could see what his thoughts were. I wasn't worried at all, just nervous, if you know what I mean. But it turned out to be unfounded...it was a little suite of offices in what looked like an apartment complex with a xeroxed sign out front.

However, there was a problem with my check--it was locked in someone's office! the owner of the company had to come out, and he was a screaming queen. So Scott pretty much knew what was up anyway (as got confirmed later).

I do remember that later that week we took grandpa's boat out to a place called Silver Springs. It's where they filmed the old Tarzan movies, and you can see why when you get there, it's all swampy and shit. There's alligators all over the place, and believe it or not monkeys left over from filming. Lots of them, chattering in the trees and stuff, it was awesome.

What was a little frustrating was, it would have been a perfect spot to film the guys, if grandma and grandpa hadn't been there. Secluded, on a boat in a crystal-clear river, no one else around, for sure the guys would have all been skinny-dipping. But grandma and grandpa surely would have freaked out.

And we had been stuck there for several days. Trips to the river were fun but short, and the rest of the time we layed around and watched TV. I had to get us out of there! And thanks to my check I was flush with cash. Josh wanted to stay with his grandparents, but was willing to let Scott, Chuck and myself borrow his car to visit Chuck's brother down in southern Florida, so we went. That'll be part 3.

Here's a couple pics from our stay at Grandma and Grandpa's...I taped Chuck giving Scott a trim before we headed out on the road. You can watch the whole thing on video if you are a member of MyStraightBuddy.com, just go to the Newsletter page and click on the first archived newsletter, you'll find the link in there.







And if you like the idea of marines trimming eachother up, Chuck and Josh also block rachother up in a motel room on the way back, only this time Chuck's nekkid. That's in Road Trip: Motel Room Fun, which has that and a lot more.

 

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So Scott, Chuck and I decided to leave grandma and grandpa's place to have a little fun. Josh wanted to stay and spend time with them, which was totally cool, we all needed a break from him at that point anyway. He's a lot to deal with sometimes.

Chucks brother lives in a good-sized town on the gulf coast, so we headed there. We figured we'd take the back way, little uncrowded highways. About an hour south we were on this little tiny road (Hwy 40, just east of Silver Springs if you know the area), a semi in front of us got cut off and had to slam on it's brakes. In slow motion we saw it sliiiiiiide towards the grass shoulder, then when it hit the grass the back end slooooooowly started to tip over. We're watching this but it's not registering that it's actually happening. You can't imagine how slowly this is all happening. The back end once it's all the way over causes the cab to flip as well. When the truck finally comes to a stop time started again and all hell broke loose.

About 7 other cars stopped and reached the truck before our light even changed, cell phones at the ready. we would have stopped too but at that point we would have just been in the way. How many times can you call 911? We felt a little guilty for driving on, and if there hadn't already been a crowd we would have stopped for sure. But there wasn't anything [more] we could have done, and we could already hear the sirens coming. But I can still see that truck going over in my mind.

Chuck's bro lived in the nicest pace we'd stayed yet, a big house with an enclosed swimming pool. Big lawn, sleepy neighborhood. There were two other roomies as well, as well as a couple of assorted girlfriends. All suburban toughs, badass on the outside but if you dropped them in the ghetto they'd wet themselves. Fortunately, it's a beach town full of old people.

Chuck and his bro couldn't have been any more different...if they didn't look alike you'd wonder if one was adopted. Chuck is high-strung, always bouncing off of everything, he has the energy (and sometimes the common sense) of a 5-year old, as you can see in the videos on my site. Jim is the exact opposite--one of the chillest, most laid-back dudes I've ever met. It's like good-Kirk/Bad-Kirk when he gets split by the transporter beam. We were shocked to discover that Chuck was actually the older brother, he acts about 6 years younger.

We introduced them to the Blue Drink. Now, I haven't mentioned the blue drink (sometimes known as Purple Drink, depending on what color it comes out as) before, but I should have. It's really the 5th member of our road trip. If you want to get straight guys to do crazy shit, here's what you do:

1. Get a big bottle of vodka. The one bigger than a 5th, whatever that is. You know, the jug.
2. Get blue gatorade. I don't even know the flavor.
3. Get some monster energy drink.
4. Pour about 2/3 of the vodka into a pitcher or empty 1 gallon water jug.
5. Add about a gatorade and a half, maybe a little more.
6. Add a whole Monster.
7. Put your aspirin out on the counter, plastic down on the floors, and leave the bathroom door open.

One of the roomies missed work the next day because of us. Chuck's brother got up in the middle of the night, pissed on his girlfriend, and then wet his bed.

I had a mighty hangover the next day. Searing, pounding. I could barely even stand. Guy behind the counter at the kwik-e-mart had a suggestion: if you're going to use the cheapest brand of vodka, get yourself some activated charcoal and pour the vodka through there 3 times. Bam, no hangover. I haven't tried it yet...after that we only bought decent vodka!

Now he tells me though. Scott and I had planned to go to Miami, leaving Chuck to bond with his brother for awhile. Mainly I just wanted to hang out with Scott and only Scott. But with a hangover like that it's hard to even lift my head up and Scott's in worse shape. Will we make it? Tune in next time...

I wanted to split out of there and go to Miami, though. Mainly, I wanted to spend the time with Scott.

BTW, while I have your attention: I added some more free bonus videos to MyStraightBuddy.com from the last day of our trip of all of us hanging out by the swimming pool at the budget motel being loud and rowdy.



Yes, that's marine ass you see!

 

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So the ironic thing is that it's taken me twice as long to blog about the trip than the trip itself took. How funny.

Anyway, it's late in the afternoon and time is running out. Scott and I have hangovers that are dehabilitating, but by late afternoon they start to clear. I'm doing rough calculations in my head: How long it will take to get to Miami, whether we can still get there in time for it to be worth it and so on. I promise Scott that when we get there we'll go to a strip club and he'll get to look at titties, and by late that evening we're actually on our way.

We head for South Beach. I stayed there once before when I went with some friends to the Winter Music Conference and it's just as cool now as it was then. All the buildings are this cool art deco style, the weather was awesome, the ocean breezes refreshing, and everyone there is hot hot hot, especially (sorry guys) the girls, who all look like fashion models. Probably because many of them are fashion models.

In fact it's so nice that we don't mind the fact that our hotel is a shithole. We're just glad to be able to find something we can afford near the beach, we've been sleeping floors and couches for the past 2 weeks so anything is a step up. Which is good because Scott's bed is unmade and is collapsed in the middle, and mine lists to one side like the Andrea Doria. It reminds me of the places I used to stay in Amsterdam. I left the video equipment locked up in the car instead of bringing it in. Shady.

We went to the strip club and were faced with an immediate problem: no alcohol! No alcohol = no bueno, so we got our hands stamped and went out to get shitfaced, then come back. Which we did, we had a great time, the girls were hot but expensive, and to my relief we left pretty soon and just went back to a bar to drink some more. One of the reasons I like Scott so much: he's easy to entertain.

The next day we went to the beach. Somehow we ended up in the gay section, if there is a gay section, that may be the whole beach down there. Of course I didn't mind but I noticed also that he didn't mind. One of the other reasons I like Scott so much: he's super chill about everything.

That evening I headed out to find an adult bookstore. I was hoping that the guys would end up doing something on camera...after all, we'd be on the road together for a month by the end, by then you pretty much don't care about being naked around your bros and hopefully the guys would be pretty horny. I figured that throwing some porn magazines and a fuck doll into that mix would be like tossing a match into gunpowder. There was an adult store just a few blocks from the hotel and i picked up some dirty cum-rags and the second-cheapest doll I could find. The cheapest was a plastic fat girl. i couldn't go there. The more expensive ones had nicer pussies, but you gotta figure marines would just break something like that.

Later on that night we headed out to a little dive bar, fully intending to start there and load up on cheap drinks, then head out someplace cool. But the drinks were cheap and strong, two adjectives not normally used to describe drinks in South Beach, and we ended up staying there for awhile, and then heading back to the motel room.

Oh yeah, did I mention that Scott and I went out to the store and got more fixin's for the Blue drink?

My plan was to get Scott comfortable with the idea of being in a sexual situation with his buddies. I'd get him drunk, introduce the porn and the doll, and let nature take its course. It's naturally a little weird to take your pants off and start jerking off in front of someone for the first time, but once you've done it it becomes old hat. I was hoping that if I could get Scott comfortable with it just by ourselves, then later on when it was the four of us in a motel room somewhere I'd already be halfway there.

I started off by talking about how hot the girls were at the bar. There were several there that had gotten both of our attentions. Meanwhile I'm pouring us cup after motel-styrofoam-courtesy-cup of Blue Drink. Both of us are getting smashed and naturally the conversation turns to how horny we are: really horny. I mention that I have that porn..and the blow up doll. "I want to see that thing," he says.

Blown up it's just like any other blow up doll you've ever seen (incidentally, you can see it in the most recent video on my site, Josh Fucks a Doll, the story of which I'll have to get to in my next update.

Pretty soon we both have our jeans off and are stroking ourselves. Scott doesn't care about the doll, but he does care about the 3 girls playing with each other's cootchies in the mag I got for him.

I have to admit that I needed no porn mag, the site of Scott stroking his cock in the bed next to me was enough. He didn't care for the doll very much so I took it, but it's not like it actually worked or anything. I did get the cheap one after all!

in the end the alcohol won though. It won because I was too drunk to go and get the video equipment out of the car or you'd be watching tape of it, and it won because we both passed out cold before we were even finished. I woke up the next morning when the front desk called to ask when we were leaving.

 

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Hey guys, I thought I'd post some hot pics from when Josh was fucking the plastic blow-up doll.

Here's Scott and Chuck out by the pool. The owners of the motel were out staring at us because Chuck keeps flashing his balls. Chuck's like, "I just showed 'em the goat" and Scott just smiles and says, "They seen it, I'm pretty sure." Incidentally everything we taped outside is available in the free bonus videos area.



This is Chuck passed out on the floor of the motel room. He barely made it in the door before he was out:



Josh teabagging Chuck because he passed out.



Josh talking about how he had to keep an eye on Charlie all night cuz Chuck kept trying to get into trouble:



Check out that hot ass pounding that blowup doll.



Big dick, too:







That's Scott asleep in the next bed over. Or we thought he was asleep anyway, in actuality he was just ignoring us.



Afterwards he went outside to smoke and I taped him talking about the evening he and Charlie had out on the town chasing girls. notice the USMC tattoo. Click hereto Watch this FREE clip (when you get to the site go to "Free Videos")

 

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Yes yes, it's part five of a four part series. I'm not sure I can possibly wrap it up in less than seven, but I'm going to try. This is taking forever!

(BTW...the pics in the last post are mainly of the events described in this post...I got my posts out of order. Deal.)

So Scott and I made our way back from Miami to Chuck's bro's house. We stayed there for a night and Charlie had some more of the Blue Drink, almost an entire gallon. He got stooooopid drunk, kept jumping on the couch and hooting like a monkey--when he does this, we called it "going back to the jungle". He wanted to make a jackoff video right then and there, but there was no way I was going to waste the tape, he was so beyond drunk he would have just passed out ten minutes in and in fact he was passed out shortly thereafter.

The next day we went back to collect Josh. We spent a few more days at grandma and grandpa's; Scott, Josh and Chuck reshingled their roof and if I was smarter I would have taped them doing it. We ended up staying several days there but there's just two incidents I'll relate:

Right when we got back all four of us went to party at the beach. Josh and I had to pee real bad, but when we stopped at the gas station there was just one little john--so we went in at the same time and pissed at the same time.

Later that night Josh and I were really smashed and ended up skinnydipping in grandma and grandpa's pool. The weather was nice there but the pool water was ice cold. We didn't really do much skinnydipping, we both just jumped in the water. This I did get on video, although there were no lights outside and even the night vision is a little dark.

The problem for us was that we didn't want to go back. Or rather, the guys didn't want to go back--when their leave was over they'd have to go back on base, and that first Monday morning formation was sure to be a bitch. It was hard to leave grandma and grandpa's, so the date kept getting put off. I was a little worried that we'd be cutting it too close...what if the engine block cracked in East Buttfuck, Texas and we were stranded there for several days as bubba tried to figure out how to hitch up our SUV to his tractor.

It shouldn't have concerned us, though. When we finally did start we didn't stop, not for days. I myself drove one 16 hour stretch, all the way from 90 miles east of Tallahassee, Florida to San Antonio, Texas. We bypassed New Orleans entirely, opting instead to a bypass route to the north. New Orleans is fucking trouble, and I mean that in the nicest way. I like trouble, we just didn't have time for it.

When we did stop it was in a budget-style motel off the highway. We maybe could have kept rotating drivers and made it all the way back, but we just mentally needed to pause and take a break. And get hammered. After we checked in, making sure we got a motel with a pool, we ran off to the store and got more fixin's for Blue Drink. Except this time we made it with something else and it was yellow and got called "X-Factor". Same concept, although this time we used better vodka so we wouldn't have such a devastating hangover the next day.

I'm not even going to bother writing about what happens next, it's well documented already. First we hung out by the pool for an hour or so (drinking, drinking, drinking the whole time), and when we went back to the room Chuck was so drunk he dropped his shorts and started running around nekkid.

At the end of that video, Josh and Chuck head out to the bar to scope out chicks. Scott and I watched the end of "the Island" and passed the fuck out. We were awaked at 2 am by an even drunker and unsuccessful at scoring Josh and Charlie. Chuck passed right the fuck out, but Josh was so horny he ended up fucking the plastic blow-up doll I bought in Miami. There's some free video of him talking about the evening he and Chuck had out on the town. Apparently Josh spent quite a bit of his time keeping Charlie out of fights.

 

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Better than that it's the end at last! And it only took twice as long as the actual roadtrip itself.

We were almost home when we stopped to hang out at the motel as described in the last post, so we didn't have much further to drive.

In fact, we'd made such good time that we had almost two days left over before they had to be back on base. Two days in which to get stoopid, sloppy drunk. Which we did, by making up yet another batch of Blue Drink. If there's one common thread through the whole trip, it's that demon juice.

It turns out that Chuck really likes running around naked, never more so than when he gets drunk.

He started off by "going back to the jungle", as we like to put it. He loses the ability to speak in complete sentences and instead hoots and grunts like a gorilla. This time he ended up climbing up on my roof. Josh and I played along, throwing Mardi Gras beads at him.

Then he ran around naked in the desert.

And a whole bunch of other stuff. Dammit, I'm tired of writing about this damned road trip! Suffice to say he ran around naked quite a bit, whooping and hollering, until eventually the neighbors came over and complained. Why write about it when you can just watch, though? It's all on tape at MyStraightBuddy.com.

Since a picture is worth a thousand words...here's some pix:

This is Chuck up on the roof:



Chuck running around nekkid in the desert:



Hey Chuck, I've got neighbors!



Shaving his goatee off before he has to go back on base:



Chuck was going on about something and Josh just walks up and smashes an egg on his head:



Chuck gives chase:



Chuck has to get in the shower to wash the egg off...Josh comes in to apologize but Chuck is pissed:



When Chuck got out of the shower he realized his clean shorts were in the car...so he went out to get them, nekkid:



Horesplay:



Goin' up the tree in the front yard, like a monkey again:



Chillin' on the front porch:



Chuck wants Josh to change the music. So do I, but it's not like they're going to switch it to anything better:



Marine ass:



Josh pretending to show his tits for beads:



Josh:



Chuck pissing:



Josh pissing:



Chuck is drunk, armed and dangerous.

 

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Hey guys, sorry there's been nno update for awhile...it seems like I've been so busy but not getting anything done somehow. There's so much I need to get to: there's a girl who's practically stalking me and it's really starting to freak me out, and King is coming back in about a week. I can't wait to see what kind of video footage he got over there. I won't show it till he gets out but that's pretty soon, so you won't have long to wait.

Meanwhile, my buddy Scottie came over some while back, and we (Scottie, his girl and I) ended up making a campfire in my firepit, and then he ended up naked. He had been talking about running around naked all day so I had the video camera at the ready.

BTW, Scottie is the first non-marine that I've taped. He's a construction worker...his girlfriend and king's wife know each other, and we became friends that way. He's a laid-back dude with a nice body though. He luvs to be naked.











The video is about 30 minutes long and you can watch it at MyStraightBuddy.com, of course. In this one he's just hanging out naked drinking beer and bullshitting...later that night he came inside and jerked off to some porn. I saved that for the next video, which I'm working on now.

 

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So believe it or not, I just went on another road trip across the United States--this time with King's wife. He just got back from Iraq a few days ago. Amazingly, considering all the other servicemen that get seriously extended over there even at the very last minute when they're at the airport, he actually got sent home a couple days early.

Not to say we weren't glad but it was pins and needles the whole time, every time I got a phone call from her I expected it to be news of him getting extended. One time it was, and we freaked out for a whole day, already having bought plane tickets and such, but a captain actually got in trouble for fucking up over that one, believe it or not.

His wife and I had already made plans for me to fly out to the east coast so we could road trip back together. That's right, a cross-country drive for the second time in three months. I always said, if I wasn't a pornographer I'd be a long-haul truck driver. I've often tried to think of ways to combine the two.

What with King getting back early though, it ended up he was going to get back into town while we were still on the road. What was going to be a leisurely trip was suddenly the Cannonball Run. It took us just 40 hours to drive from one side of the continent to the other. She did most of the driving, being a woman possessed. She could not wait to get Kings huge cock in her again. She kept going on about it, which of course reminded me of the times his huge cock had been up my ass...and of the times mine had been up his:

This from before they were married, of course.

I should have kept a road diary, or at least taken some pics or vids along the way, but I did not. The sad truth is I was sleeping a great deal of the time. That girl can really drive.

We didn't stop anywhere, hardly even to eat, except to visit one of my very elderly relatives in Amarillo. She's a very sweet old lady, 94 years old now, and not to toot my own horn but she was overjoyed to see me. Unfortunately because King was waiting for us we couldn't stay, but it was great to at least be able to stop for an hour, I can't imagine when else I'd ever get to go through there and honestly I was worried we wouldn't make it in time. She asked me what I did for a living and I explained that I created web pages on the internet where people could come and buy things that they wanted. I did not explain that what people were buying from me was straight marine cock.

We finally made it by about 4 in the morning the day after he got back. In our absence he had already hit the bar and got smash drunk, and his wife had a hard time rousing his lazy ass out of bed for the fucking she'd been waiting on for five month. He's a horny bastard though, and sure 'nuff he woke up eventually and put it to her good. And several times the next day, until they were both sore and couldn't fuck no more.