At the Lone Star Bar, you never know what you surprises are in store. When dirty, hungry bottom Scott Cardinal tells the guy next to him at the bar that he needs a good hard fuck, bartender Clint Taylor is willing and able to do the job and do it damned good. He locks the door and soon unlocks the secret to Scott's hole - his fat bear cock. See the full scene here.

I was spending a naked late night recently with a new potential fuck-buddy and we were having a great time.   We'd had a few beers, had some porn on the tube and were rolling around laughing and sucking and soon I got down to his nice, sweet juicy ass.  I really enjoy getting my tongue nice and deep up there and he was moaning and groaning.

But then suddenly he said it.  He said a word that stopped my tongue in its track.  "Oh yeah," he said "yeah, get it nice and wet.  I want you to fuck my twinkle-twat."  SCREEECH!  What?!

Now I figured out what he was talking about based on the location of my face but "Twinkle-Twat?!"  WTF!

So here's a list of the most cringe-worthy words we've heard here at the office for a man's ass or asshole.  Tell us what you think in the poll on the right side of the page. Vote for the most cringe-worthy word or phrase.

And yes, I did fuck his Twinkle-Twat in the end.  What can I say? I was horny and it was an awfully nice Twinkle-Twat.

CUNT:  Okay, some guys get off on having their holes abused and really letting themselves go.  I like a good hard pounding myself.  But some guys just can't handle the thought that the guy they're with has a Cunt.

TWINKLE-TWAT: Maybe I'm the only one in the world who has ever heard this, although I suspect my buddy's other tricks might have heard it too.  Twat is bad enough but why the hell is it twinkling?

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Jeff sat alone at the bar, nursing his bottle of water. He'd just come from the theater. He had gone alone. Again. Now, even though the bar was full, he still felt very alone. He felt like he was in the eye of a hurricane. Except instead of wind swirling around it was music and lights.



He had just been jilted after a short, but torrid romance. He knew it wasn’t his fault, but that didn’t make the pain go away. Bill had been everything he'd ever wanted in a man. Jeff’s “crime” had been that he had cared too much. 



Even worse, they both did volunteer work for the same organization. They saw each other every day. Jeff always kept everything professional. Bill was just as cold as a person could be towards another. He wouldn't even return Jeff’s calls or email. So, once again, Jeff found himself alone. Cursing himself for a fool to have let his guard down. Again.



“Hey, man,” someone said, “You OK?” 



Jeff turned and looked into the bearded face of the stranger. “Yeah. I’m OK. Thanks for asking.” He returned the stranger's gaze.



“You sure, bud?” He looked Jeff in the eye.



“You don’t want to know my problems,” Jeff replied. 



“Well, sometimes a different perspective is all you need,” the stranger said. “Besides, I’m a good listener.” Jeff didn’t respond. 



“Do you mind if I sit here?” the stranger asked.



“It's a free country,” Jeff said.

Like many a young buck fresh out of college with a degree in his hand, I was ready to conquer the world. But with the world not exactly beating a path to my door, I was stuck biding my time at the local affiliate of a computer chain store. Not the greatest job, but at least I get to make house calls to the customers' PCs. And my most recent experience has made the work all the more enjoyable.



Max Parker was the store's most valuable customer, a local entrepreneur who bought thousands of dollars worth of software every month. I remember seeing him on a couple of occasions, but we never had the chance to meet. I was quite surprised to learn that he had specifically requested me for a service call to his home. When I arrived and rang the doorbell, I was not prepared for the way he greeted me.



Evenly matched in height, Max was a powerfully built man with light brown hair and a full, darker-shaded beard. And did I mention he answered the door in a thin but snugly fitting pair of running shorts and tennis shoes? Nothing else--just shorts and shoes. Flashing a brilliant smile, he shook my hand. "Hey, Ryan. Good to see you," he stated. "Sorry about my appearance. I was just going out for my afternoon run." I took a deep breath and tried to regain my composure. "Not a problem," I assured him. 



"The computer's in the den," he said, ushering me into the lavishly furnished room. "Make yourself comfortable. You may be here for a while.

I’m dozing in my bed, not aware of his presence until I feel his work calloused hands gently caress my furry ass. 

I hear him quickly pull off his clothes and then feel the bed shift as he joins me. 

His rough hands gently pull my ass cheeks apart and one of his thick fingers slowly slips into my tight, hairy hole. 



“Hmmm,” he whispers, “Nice and tight. Just like always.” 

I shift my position to give him better access to my fuck hole.



“Oh, yeah,” he murmurs. 

I feel his hot breath on my moist hole. I know what’s going to happen. It happens every night. Sometimes more than once. 

The bed shifts again and I feel his thick tongue lap my hairy hole. His beard and mustache scratch my ass cheeks. 

I moan as his tongue probes me, getting me ready for the fucking that I know will eventually come. 



“Yea,” his whispers. “A tight and tasty hole, gonna fill it with my big cock soon. Fill it with my hot load.” 

I respond by shoving my ass against his face. 

He responds by doubling his efforts. His saliva runs down onto my balls and then onto the sheets. 



“Get me ready,” I moan. “I want that cock up my ass. I NEED that cock up my ass!” 



All the men in my office are studs. All of them are well-built, masculine men. Almost all of them are single or divorced. Because of the type of business we’re in they all travel a lot. I was one of the few who stayed in the office. One of their favorite topics after meetings is about their conquests on the road. They were always talking about the pussy they got or a hot blowjob they got in an airplane john.



My boss, Ed, was an ex-marine and was built like a brick shithouse. When he would roll up the sleeves on his shirt his arms were covered in thick, black, hair. He also had a shaved head and a big salt and pepper goatee. He often didn’t wear an undershirt and you could often see his hair-covered chest through the thin material of his dress shirt. Lots of times he would have a cigar clenched in his mouth.



If I spent too much time around him, I’d have to go into the john and beat off. I’d always shoot a big load on the stall door as I thought about sucking what I was sure was Ed’s massive cock. 



“John,” Ed said one day, as he came into my office. “you’re coming to my holiday pool party aren’t you?” 



“Wouldn’t miss it,” I replied. My dick twitched in my pants as I thought about seeing Ed and the other hot studs in swim trunks.



“Great,” he grinned. “I’ll see you Saturday night then.” 



“Sure thing,” I replied.  Ed left and I immediately went to jack off. 



As usual, I was early for the party. I couldn’t stand being late for anything. 



“John,” Ed greeted me at the door to his large house. He had a robe on that exposed his beefy, hair covered chest. “Come on in. You’re the first one here. Somehow I knew you would be.”



“I thought you might need help with something,” I replied, licking my lips.

Denny Taylor is a good boy.  Gets to work on time, plays well with others, always has a kind word for his friends.  But Denny has another side that comes from a different place, a darker place.  Denny craves, no needs, the harsh discipline and humiliation that only a rough, dominant man can give him.  Enter English leather daddy Paul Stag.  Paul wastes no time on pleasantries.  Instead, he ties him up and immediately inflicts the pain Denny lives for - harsh, merciless, ecstatic, - though words aren't enough as Denny screams and groans under the lash. Paul takes him further and further, burning his nips and singeing his balls with the hot tip of his cigar. When Paul has had his fill, he cuts the good boy down and puts him in his cage to think about what a bad boy he really is. Check out all the hot leather action on our DVD "Abandon: Hard Core Director's Cut".

In this hot scene from our movie, Rugged, gorgeous muscle bear stud Rik Kappus finds himself in a sling and at the mercy of hot and hung daddy Jake Mitchell. We should all find ourselves in such a position!  Hot studs Jake and Rik sure know how to play in a dungeon, all right.  See the full scene on Pantheonbear now.

Tennessee native Ford Holland is a lovable, rough and tumble bear who fucks with all the passion and power you could want in a daddy. When he lights his cigar and looks at you with those mischievous eyes, you know you're gonna get fucked and fucked well!  Just ask furry bottom bear Mark Bishop. Ford took Mark hard and deep in a hot one-on-one scene in our new Pantheon Bear release "Bear Season" (coming soon!). Hot, sweaty bear sex on a leather couch.  You're gonna love this scene!