Seriously. Give it a minute.
You’ll get into it.
One of the things I’ve never been good at doing is describing to people (or even myself) what my “type” is, as far as men goes. I’ve long been jealous of guys who have a set idea of what they’re into and can easily seek out what they want from specific dudes or porn and be totally satisfied with that. For me it’s always been more about my specific chemistry with someone than what they look like in any regard (age, race, body type, etc). Really the only thing that doesn’t do the trick for me is super young dudes or guys who look/seem sad. But even that gets excepted sometimes.
This week’s pairing at Guys in Sweatpants, though, is one of those rare occasions where I would pretty much instantly describe these guys as “not my type.”
And I’m not totally sure why that is, if I’m being honest. But, like broccoli and coffee and Bjork, this was an acquired taste that was worth getting accustomed to. I’m glad to say that Guys has gotten back on track from that thing I keep bringing up, which I don’t know why I keep bringing up. Let’s watch:
I mean. What.
We’re back to good chemistry and lots of “oh SHIT what?!” moments here and I will readily admit that I simply do not understand the structure of this bottom’s ass. Because that other dude has a BIG dick and it slid in there with almost zero prep and no resistance and he could get sawed in an and out like he had a fucking (so sorry I hate this word I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry) pussy. It’s sort of incredible.
He’s the sort of bottom I’ll obviously never be, but the sort I’d very much like to be inside of.
Is it my favorite thing GISP has ever done? No. Did I get hard anyway, just off the fact that these dudes were so fucking into each other and the sex was smooth and natural looking and fun to watch? I did!