Subtlety has never been my strong-suit, nor the ability to hide my feelings.  When I'm happy, I guffaw, angry; I fume and so erotically charged I can't stand it, well, let's just say that a certain part of me makes its presence more than a little obvious.

Many men get me going. I have a wide range of sexual interests and types of men who make me wanna sweat on top of them. But I confess - to all who will listen (or are merely in range) - that I hold a special place in my heart, errrr... hole... heart... hole... oh hell, wherever for Clint Taylor.
 

Let me tell you, that man is the sexiest, hottest, most masculine damned fucker I've ever met.  I am, in fact, a little bit shy but Clint, well he practically turns me into a giggling 12 year old girl. 

I've worked with Clint on seven movies, as his cameraman and director (most recently Bear Oasis, Frat Pack and B.Y.O.B.), so part of my desire is that he's also unbelievably easy to work with.  Present, rock hard, listens, participates, and shoots huge, milky, drinkable loads on a dime... all the things you want of a model.  Professionalism, respect and a good nature go a long way to making a shoot fly smoothly.

But I've worked with many models like that.  Clint, however, brings so much more than just professionalism.

Now for the objectification part of the post:  I've got to start with that handsome, goatee-laden mug of his.  I know I could start a little bit lower on his body but we'll get there, don't worry.  Clint's face is strong and open  - he looks at you, directly at you, and you feel if he looks too long, he will know you and own you.  But he isn't trying to control you.  He is just present, with a big smile or a slight smirk and you know he's thinking the kinds of things you want him to think.

Then there's his body -- bearish, for sure, but really just more natural and masculine than anything.  Nothing about him suggests he's trying too hard.  He's beefy and strong, but with a little bit of a belly - the kind you want to feel on your belly as you roll around and kiss and fuck.

Clint has bottomed on camera (Hancock Alley) but really is most fun to watch when he's fucking.  He's got the most amazing fat always-hard cock - thick from top to bottom.  You know it opens you up right from the start and his smooth, passionate strokes keep you open, wanting more and more.  And then he says it, he says that one simple word while he's inside you, while he's stroking that perfect fat cock in and out of you -- "yeah."

Who knew such a simple word could be charged with such desire?  "Yeah," he says as your hole is spread a little wider and he pushes forward.  In that one word, he's telling you "Yeah, your hole feels good on my stiff fucker"  In that one word, he's saying "Yeah, that's how you like your hole used."  In that one word, he's letting you know, "Yeah, your hole belongs to me."  He pulls out, looks at you, enters, nods..."Yeah."

It becomes "Yeah?" when you're getting close to coming.  He stares you in the eyes and nods, "yeah?"  He knows he's about to make you shoot and he fucks you harder, hard enough to ensure your stream flies further than it ever has.  It sprays your chin and your cheeks like it did when you were 18.  You taste your own juice as he pulls out and gives his fat tool some quick strokes.

He shoots right away, no waiting for him, with a deep, guttural bellow and pours, literally pours, thick white tasty cream all over your cock.  

I cannot tell you how many times I've had to resist licking that juice up when on set with him.  I always fear my footage of him will be out of focus because I'm so mesmerized by him and his fucking.

So that's why I have a not-so-secret crush on Clint Taylor.  I can also talk about how damned sweet he is, which is true, but I'm going to keep the focus on his burning masculine sexuality.

Clint,  we'll work with you again this year and I hope soon.  In the meantime,  I'll think of you when I'm getting fucked or fucking someone else.  "Yeah."