<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:24:11.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Dylan</title><subtitle type='html'>College filmmaker and his classmates</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-8899297347858503894</id><published>2008-11-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:15:51.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockaholics 2</title><content type='html'>After our mystery bi-guy left, Kal and I were tired from a day spent on the road, so we went to bed.  About an hour after I feel asleep, I got a text message.  It was from the bi-guy.  Shit, I thought, since one thing I have learned in running www.AmateurClassmates.com is that guys often change their mind, or don't show at all for the shoots.  So to my delight, the text read, "I'm still so fucking horny from that hot scene.  Can he fuck me tomorrow before you leave?"  As Kal's boss, I made the executive decision that he could and he would.  Kal is so easy to work with.  Usually, our conversations go like this, "Do you wanna suck this guy off."  "Um...sure, I guess."  Personally, he gets a sweet deal (especially when I pair him up with some str8 hottie who is flexible with his sexuality).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, when Kal woke up, I told him to shower cause we had one more scene to film.  He asked, "with who?" and I said he would be fucking the bi-guy.  "Fucking?" he asked.  Yes, I answered.  I could see that big ole prick of his start to swell in his boxers, and I thought, this is gonna be a hot scene.  I had never seen Kal fuck a guy, but I knew this scene could either be super hot (cause of Kal's dick size), or diasterous (again, cause of Kal's dick).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour later, the bi-guy showed up.  He almost immediately went for Kal's cock.  I reminded him that I would be taping the scene, and he laid down HIS rules for the shoot.  "Let us mess around first, then don't get my face, and try not to intrude."  Whatever hottie... gessh, one suck-off video and I am now dealing with a prima donna.  So I sat working on my computer, with my back to them, as they kissed and sucked each other.  Now, I am a HUGE voyeur, but this was just awkward.  I had idle hands, and they had to keep moving.  So I would pick up the camera and get some shoots.  After about 10 minutes, I heard the bi-guy say, "I want that fucking cock up my ass."  Bingo.  Kal grabbed the condom and lube, and they went about an awkward session of mounting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this was my first time taping a fuck scene, I was making up my own rules as I went along.  I am a film major, so at least I know how to compose a shot, but I suddenly realized that I could really benefit from having a second cameraman.  Once I get a little bit ahead financially, I will hire a camera-op for my shoots... although, if the tables were turned, and I saw an ad for a porn camera-op, I would do it for FREE (hint hint to anyone with connections).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bi-guy is on all fours, as Kal unsuccessfully tries shoving his dick in the guy's ass.  The guy is wincing in pain, and I don't blame him. Kal is thick and long.  But sometimes horniness trumps discomfort, and the bi-guy eased up, and Kal slid right in... eventually.  Keeping the bi-guy face, and a very identifiable tattoo out of the shots made my job harder.  The switched positions, and the bi-guy is riding Kal's cock.  His own cock is hard and bouncing away (one of my favorite sights.  I hate when the bottom is soft).  They asked to just enjoy themselves without the camera, so I granted them that wish.  I sat back on the chair, and watched them while jerking off.  I felt a little pervy, but hey, they were the ones that were fucking in front of someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I sensed that they were ready to cum, I grabbed the camera and got into position.  Once I lined up the shot, I realized the bi-guy had already cum all over his stomach.  Dammit, I missed it.  Kal was still pumping away though.  He turned the bi-guy on his side, pulled out his prick, ditched the condom, and shot a huge load on the guy's stomach.  I got at least one cum shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car ride home was a quiet one.  When I got back to SF, I tried to assemble the footage as best I could, when I realized that it was just a collection of shots.  I try to at least follow the rules of cinema when I shoot and edit, but this time I reminded myself "this is just porn" and tried to assemble it like a French New Wave or Soviet Montage.  That made me able to live with the footage, and I hope my subscribers will feel the same way.  Chances are they wont even notice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-8899297347858503894?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/8899297347858503894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=8899297347858503894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/8899297347858503894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/8899297347858503894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/11/cockaholics-2.html' title='Cockaholics 2'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-3483363909294849339</id><published>2008-11-13T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:57:18.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockaholics</title><content type='html'>It's been waaay too long since I have posted anything.   It's tough being a full-time student, part-time pornagrapher, and recovering cockaholic.  I saw recovering cause everytime I decide that I will not skip out on my classes early to cruise the restrooms on campus, I falter.  But, the semester is winding down, and I have some new hot videos to share the behind-the-scenes action.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have bought memberships to the site, thank you.  This is a terrible economic climate to launch a new site, but each new membership helps another struggling college student pay his bills... myself included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you about www.AmateurClassmates.com first field trip.  My buddy Kal is a thick, hung, jockish latin kid.  He is working with me because, well, he needs money and is constantly horny.  I suggested we take his dark cock down to the college town I used to live in.  This town is about 90% white, so I knew we would stand out.  First, we hit up the nude beach.  Watching him get undressed and his cock start to plump like a hotdog was driving me crazy.  I had tasted his cock during his initial audition, but oddly enough, I know feel like his boss (since I am) and sucking him off just feels weird.  Regardless, his semi was swinging as he walked along the beach, and sure as shit, he attracted the attention of a few guys who were appreciative to see a young, hung stud on their sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About an hour later, we headed back to the car.  Everyone knows how fucking crazy surfers make me.  There was this slim, dirty blonde shucking his wetsuit.  Being a surfer myself, I know how hard it is to get out of a wet-wetsuit without dropping the towel you are trying to wrap around your waist.  This slim-waisted guy could see us watching as we approached our car, and said, "What's up?"  Seriously, I could name a few things.  With Kal and I's body causing a little bit of coverage, he ditched the towel and just took off his suit there.  We were treated to a nice cockshot.  Average size, but starting to grow.  I asked him what he normally does in the evenings here (it's a small town), and he says, "usually hoping to get laid."  I asked, "how picky are you when it comes to holes?"  He answered, "So long as they're cute and discreet, I don't care."  This presented a problem and an opportunity.  I mentioned we were from outta town, so the chances of us seeing him again or telling his friends were pretty slim; however, could we tape him getting head for my website?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five hours later, to my shock and joy, he was knocking on our motel room door.  He had showered, and was very horny.  The thought of performing for the camera with a latin jock was turning him on.  He just did not want his face shown.  Pity really, cause it was a hot one.  I started the camera rolling, and let the two guys talk to each other.  My only "direction" for them was to be natural and egg each other on.  Nothing is hotter to me than two guys trying to out-do each other physically.  Anyway, Kal is pretty fucking proud of his big cock, and couldn't wait for the bi-guy to see it.  Soon enough, both guys were standing there with hard-ons.  Kal was sucking on the bi-guy like it was candy, and the bi-guy returned the favor...off camera of course.  What amazed me was how much kissing the two guys did.  If I have one note on the sound of this video, it's the slurping overpowers certain moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After about 30 minutes, the boys were on the bed and asked if they could cum.  I said sure, and they did.   The two showered together, while I sat and jerked off watching the footage.  The bi-guy left, and we figured we had heard the last of him... but we were wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-3483363909294849339?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/3483363909294849339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=3483363909294849339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/3483363909294849339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/3483363909294849339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/11/cockaholics.html' title='Cockaholics'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-3397032683655365762</id><published>2008-07-10T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:21:35.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runner's Cock or 3-way circle jerk</title><content type='html'>Today I stopped by the same spot where I had the hot encounter with the straight, but curious runner (see HOT RUNNER JERKOFF), and sure as fuck, I saw him again.  Truth be told, I saw him when I visited last week, but..hee hee, he was running by.  Today, however, he was headed straight for another, slightly older but fit-as-fuck runner.  The two made eye-contact and made their way to the trees.&lt;div&gt;Anyone who knows me knows I don't give up too easily.  Some would say I have "troll tendencies," since you need not be older or unattractive to be deemed a troll, just a nuisance.  Well, I followed them into the woods and saw them standing next to each other.  I was a little irritated since this straight boy was my discovery, and this other dude was hording in.  Well, that's fine, so long as I get to watch.  I made my way over to them, and thank god the straight guy said "Hi," so I felt vindicated in standing there.  Anyway, after a few minutes, the new guy said something about going for a run to "warm up," and invited my straight friend to join.  New guy (we'll call him Paul), takes off...and straight guy (I now named Chris), turns to me and gives his head a nod that means "follow us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that area so well that I knew where they were going.  A secluded spot that I have interrupted many a runner having a circle jerk.  Sure enough, that's where they went. I heard Chris talking about "jerking off being safe as far as what he's comfortable doing."  I turned the corner, and Paul was sporting a huge boner tenting the front of his running shorts.  I immediately took out my cock, and neither reacted.  Chris was fine with me being there, but Paul was not so sure.  Suddenly, Chris pulled a "hey guys, I don't know, this may be too much for me tonight," yet, he didn't move.  Chris is hot-as-fuck, so neither Paul or I was ready to leave or let him off the hook.  I tried to encourage Paul to take out his cock--that's what made Chris stick around when I first met him.  Instead, I moved closer to Paul and went for his cock.  He moved away (HATE that), but didn't leave, and didn't ask me to leave (cause I was "in" with Chris and he knew it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, Paul reaches over for Chris' fat cock, which was pushing up the front of his shorts.  Chris' eyes rolled back in enjoyment, mixed with guilt.  I almost came right then and there, but knew if I did, the others might leave too.  Chris eventually reaches over and grabs Paul's cock.  I was a bit jealous cause I couldn't get Chris to grab mine the first time, and I wonder what pecker trails the boy is leaving since he says he jogs that path everynight, but that's neither here nor there...it's borderline stalking on my part I guess?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, both guys had their cocks out.  Even though Paul was turning out to be a bit of a prick, he was sporting a huge prick himself that was totally straight, long, and uncut.  Chris' fat cock turns up nicely, but when Paul tried to grab it, Chris turned away.  I felt good about that (how mature, I know).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There we were...two hot runners in their gear, and myself in my brown hoodie.  I wished I had worn my running shorts, since my legs are pretty damn built.  After a few minutes of stroking--and me wishing I had a hidden camera--I shot...  a lot.  Soon, Chris shot, more than I...and Paul was still pounding away on his uncut dick.  Chris and I were nice enough to leave our cocks out to give Paul something to look at.  A few minutes later, Paul came too.  Chris immediately put his cock away, said, "see ya fellas," and took off running.  Typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul followed, and I slowly made my way back to car, as I enjoyed another sunset over the Pacific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-3397032683655365762?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/3397032683655365762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=3397032683655365762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/3397032683655365762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/3397032683655365762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/07/runners-cock-or-3-way-circle-jerk.html' title='Runner&apos;s Cock or 3-way circle jerk'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-5024752590704080233</id><published>2008-06-24T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:13:26.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Runner Jerkoff</title><content type='html'>Sorry it has been awhile since I have written, but certainly you will forgive me after you hear what happened to me today.  The sun was setting, so I took a quick drive to this parking lot that overlooks the ocean.  I always feel grounded, yet horny when I am near the water.  I am a Pisces, so maybe that has something to do with it.  This young college guy jogged past me, and I thought, you know, he's not cruising, but certainly worth following, so I did.  At one point he turned around and saw me, then slowed his pace, and stopped to stretch his calf muscles.  I made a bee-line for the wooded area near the parking lot in hopes that he would follow.  He did, but then I seemed to lose him.&lt;div&gt;I found a secluded place to pee, and noticed he was back on the trail, looking into the trees.  He saw me peeing, and headed into the opposite direction.  So I was right, he was not cruising, just wishful thinking on my part.  Then I saw him come around again, and I thought I would stop him to talk.  I asked about his run, etc, and kept my focus on his crotch.  He didn't seem to mind, but didn't seem to get hard either.  I said, "well, care to take a break from running?"  He said sure.  Oops, almost forgot, he was 23, blonde, blue eyes, lean build, and from what I could gather, straight or not very experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had him follow me back to my peeing digs and made a grab for his crotch.  He was totally hard, and wearing tighty-whities, hence his hard on was not visible thru his nylon shorts he was wearing.  When I stroked his hard cock through his shorts, he backed away slightly and said, "I have never really done this before."  I asked, "Gotten with a guy or jerked off in the woods."  He said both.  I was harder then ever before.  He started to make excuses, saying he was uncomfortable, and I respected that, but was still going to taste his cock.  I said it was cool, we don't have to do anything...all the while grabbing at my cock through my pants.  I said, "before we leave, can I at least see your cock?"  He answered, "You first."  Well, I love these kind of spontaneous cock shows, especially from virginal straight guys who are hot.  I pulled out my cock and his eyes widened. I knew he liked it.  I said, "Ok, now show me yours."  He said, "Mine doesn't compete with yours."  Typical straight guy reaction I have found.  Most straight guys have NO CLUE how hot or big their cocks are until someone tells them, and I am not talking about some squeaking girl who is riding their cock at the time, cause they will say anything to get cock...as will I.  Anyway, he tugs down his shorts and out pops a thick, cut, upturned cock that was dripping precum.  It was such a turn-on to watch him tug at it.  For the moment, we were two buds pulling out our cocks in the woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked him if he wanted to touch mine, and he said that would be "too much" and he wasn't really comfortable.  Then he started accusing me of frequenting this spot often, etc.  I denied it because I wanted him to feel like this was totally spontaneous, but truth be told it is one of my favorite spots to get curious cock in the city.  So many wedding rings on guys I see here and stroke with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He put his cock away, but I didn't stop stroking mine.  He was asking me questions about what I have done or seen at this spot, and I certainly did not need to embellish the hot times that can be had here.  But at the same time, I didn't want to freak him out with the slutty stories, since he was always on the verge of leaving and taking that fat cock with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept stroking and asking to see his cock, and he kept obliging.  Nothing turns me on more than having a straight guys attention while jerking off, and asking to see his cock and actually getting to see it.  He was skiddish, and said he was going to take off.  I told him I was close to cumming, and he outta stick around.  He pulled out his upturned cock and stroked it softly, and in about 30 seconds I came all over the place.  He said, "that was really hot.  Do you come here often?  I jog through here every night."  Well, it didn't take very long for me to decide that this spot would be my new jogging route.  And yes, you can bet your ass I will run into him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-5024752590704080233?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/5024752590704080233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=5024752590704080233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/5024752590704080233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/5024752590704080233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-runner-jerkoff.html' title='Hot Runner Jerkoff'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-716302051260167292</id><published>2008-06-13T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:01:01.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing</title><content type='html'>When asked what my type is, I would have to say that surfers are my absolute favorite... but it is not entirely my fault, I grew up in Huntington Beach, CA, so I was "conditioned" to like them.  And that brings me around to why I got into surfing... it was the easiest way to look at their hot asses up close while they lay on their board waiting for a wave.  And sadly and superficially, that is the number one reason I got into surfing.  Yup, I am a whore.&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I went surfing to a spot that I had been to before.  The waves were great, and I caught a few of them.  However, after a pretty nasty spill, I broke the strap on my board.  I tried tying it around my ankle, but with every wipeout my board came loose and I had to chase it to shore.  So finally I decided to sit on the beach while the sun set and watch the surfers... I mean the waves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one surfer who caught my eye had one of those long torsos and perky asses.  He was coming out of the waves and headed to the showers.  The showers are outdoor, so nothing too kinky can happen, but the nice thing about surfers is most of them are not too shy when it comes to showing some flesh.  This one was no exception.  I caught a glimpse of his dark blonde bush peeking out of his wetsuit as he lowered the top portion under the shower.  He had no tan line, which is not to unusual for this section of the state (vs. SoCal which tan lines galore).  he knew I was watching him, and he didn't seem to mind.  Since there were other people around, he just rearranged himself in his wetsuit, and flashed me a smile with a head nod that said, "sup bud?"  God, I love surfers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in my college town, I interviewed a surfer who wanted to model for my website.  It was my first "go-see," as I like to call them.  He lived right on the beach, and when I went to visit him, he was packing for Burning Man (a rave out in the Desert).  One thing I know about Burning Man men is their sexuality seems to be pretty blended (ie if you asked to see their cock they would probably agree).  I also noticed that he was a little high on something (I say something cause I don't know drugs from the hole in my ass... except that some guys think both are mighty tasty).  As I am talking to him, he agrees to strip down and gets hard.  It doesn't seem too bothered by the fact that some dude is watching him.  What happens next though shocked me--and I am pretty hard to shock.  Butt-ass naked, he comes over to me, grabs my pant, and while yanking them down says, "Let's see what your working with."  I nearly shot right then and there.  Here was this buff, naked, hot surfer asking to see my dick.  He wasn't satisfied with just a look, he wanted a taste as well.  Who am I to ruin some guy's drug trip, so I put it in his mouth.  He slurped like it was a pacifier, and soon we were 69'ing on his bed.  This lasted a few minutes until there was a knock on his patio door.  It was a buddy asking to come in and borrow something.  Surfer guy jumped up, rushed me into the bathroom, and stuffed his oversized hard-on into a pair of board shorts which were severely tenting in the front.  Did I already mention how much I love surfers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, his "let's see what you're working with" is a phrase that I lifted and often shows up in the interviews for my website.  So if you ever hear me say it, thank a hot surfer.  He came up with it first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-716302051260167292?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/716302051260167292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=716302051260167292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/716302051260167292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/716302051260167292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/06/surfing.html' title='Surfing'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-2360579560436436780</id><published>2008-06-11T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:08:35.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Sex</title><content type='html'>Recently, I took an out-of-state vacation to a very popular spot known for hot bodies and tourism.  The thing I love about vacations are the people I meet...this trip was no exception, for it included some of the hottest sex I have ever had.&lt;div&gt;Since I was traveling with family, I could not set up any video shoots for my website (www.AmateurClassmates.com ) because it would have then been a work trip.  I did however bring my video camera just in case.  And on the day before I left, I made up for lost sex time because of a very busy semester at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I am not a fan of meeting guys online because of the huge flake/lying factor.  But this time I thought I would give it a shot.  I posted an ad for guys who wouldn't mind being videotaped while I gave them head.  I promised not to show any faces, and dammit, I stuck by that promise...even though now I regret it cause the fucking hottie that showed up was unbelievable.  Ok, here's how it all went down:  This guy answered my ad and said he was tall and thick.  He had no pic, but all I cared about was getting my precious footage.  So I invited him over.  When I opened the door, I thought this was a joke.  In walked this tall, muscular, blonde stud.  He was very cordial, and I wanted to get down to business before he chickened out, so I handed him my camera and started to unbutton his pants.  I could smell soap once his underwear came off, and I thought that was cute and considerate to shower before coming by.  I started sucking his cock (which is not included in the video...sorry).  He grew to a good girth, then I asked him to lie on the bed.  I could tell he was nervous (and watching the video when he is holding it you can see he is shaking the camera he is so nervous).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once on the bed, he said he didn't have much experience with guys (bonus for me) and had never fucked a guy but wanted to try it (second bonus).  Now, I am not much of a bottom, but his dick was too hard to resist.  It was hella thick, and I knew taking it would be a challenge, but man, did I want to ride this curious kid.  So I slapped a condom on him, and lubed up my shute, and sat down in one fell swoop.  It was pure pleasure from the get-go (unfortunetly, he asked me to put the camera away so he could enjoy fucking me).  After a good ten minutes, his smooth, built body was all sweaty and my butt hole was sore, so I asked him if I could suck him off till he came.  He said yes, and came with much noise and fanfare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's where I would have absolutely cum on the spot had I had this knowledge previously to meeting him.  I asked him what he was doing here in (vacation spot) and he said, "I am here for a sports camp."  I asked if it was a gay league, and he cocked his head and said, "No."  He then said he was staying at a hostel with some buddies and his girlfriend. Now, had this all come out in the email, I would have tended to disbelieve it, but the way it came out and the sincerity behind it meant there was no hidden agenda to make the sex seem hotter to me (since it was already over).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went on his way and my butt tingled the rest of the trip.  I tried emailing him to come over on my last day, but I guess he truly was at sports camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-2360579560436436780?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/2360579560436436780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=2360579560436436780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/2360579560436436780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/2360579560436436780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/06/vacation-sex.html' title='Vacation Sex'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-6842556678929062927</id><published>2008-06-10T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:43:26.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckcess</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after work I decided to go for a run along the beach.  Close to the beach is a park that is known for being cruisey.  After my run, I noticed a hot college guy walking along the perimeter of the park.  We made eye contact, and it was on.  I followed him into the park, but really had to pee, so I dashed into a bush and started to go.  When I came out, he was gone, and I cursed myself for not getting his attention better before I went to pee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wandered around and didn't really see anything special, so I started to leave.  I decided to take a short cut through some bushes, and who do I see getting his ass eaten out, but my college bud.  I quietly approached, and took my cock out.  The two noticed me watching and invited me over.  Without hesitation, the college guy who was bent over took my cock into his mouth and started sucking.  It felt so good.  He was tall (about 6'2) and the guy munching his ass was a muscular Puerto Rican with a really big dick.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After several minutes of head, I said I was getting close, and pulled out so I could come.  College guy stood up, and I saw his cock for the first time... about 6" but thick.  It started spewing thick streams of cum, and I followed.  Puerto Rico then stood up and his huge dick starting cumming too.  A messy scene indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was leaving, this hot as fuck surfer guy was sniffing around the bushes and playing pocket pool.  I recognized him from mornings at the beach, and I must say, he looks equally good in his clothes as he does in his wetsuit.  I got his attention, and he seemed a bit embarrassed to be there.  After several minutes of talking, I grabbed his cock through his pants.  He didn't seem to object, so I dropped to my knees and pulled it out.  He is completely smooth...from his hard abs to his crotch.  A wonderful tan all over... I felt like I was back in Huntington Beach where I grew up.  He came after a few minutes, and it was loud.  I was sure we were heard throughout the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, a nice jog at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-6842556678929062927?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/6842556678929062927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=6842556678929062927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/6842556678929062927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/6842556678929062927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/06/suckcess.html' title='Suckcess'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-5853122592770099896</id><published>2008-06-09T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:31:41.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Fun in The Sun</title><content type='html'>Just returned from my favorite California College Town, and have I got some stories to tell.  I used to live in this particular town, and in my opinion, it has it all: beautiful guys, great scenery, and awesome surfing.  I loved it here.  Anyway, went back this past weekend and visited the nude beach.  I started chatting with this college guy I knew from when I lived the there.  We had a few classes together, but I had never seen his cock before.  Much to my surprise, he has a big, beautiful, uncut cock, and I asked him if he'd be up for a video shoot.  He said "sure," but was a little apprehensive about showing his face.  Well, I can understand, but at the same time, I like to see a guy's face when he strokes his cock.  Anyway, he is straight, and going into a conservative career, so I made him a deal:  let's steal away into the rocks, get hard, then I will make my decision.  Well, my heart was pounding as we climbed amongst the rocks until we found a cave.  It took a him a good five minutes to get hard with me watching, but once he did get hard, it was one of the longest dicks I had ever seen.  Suddenly overtaken with embarrassment about being hard in front of a former classmate.  I hired him on the spot and will return in a few weeks to tape his "headless jack-off."  I hope you guys like it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got out of the cave, there were two twink guys standing together...which I thought was pretty bold since this beach is predominately straight.  The amazing thing was one possessed a large, thick, veiny, uncut dick.  I could not help but stare.  They soaked up the sun for a few more minutes, then started dressing to leave.  I had to act fast, so I approached them with my card and offer, and the smaller one was not interested, but the donkey dick guy was.  The smaller one was overly protective of his friend, and with good reason.  Anyway, not much success yet, but we'll see if they call...then you'll see what I was gawking at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before leaving the beach, this young guy kept chatting me up.  We spoke for a bit, and then I said I was leaving.  He followed me on the trail for a bit, till I turned around and unapologetically grabbed his growing dick.  It turned out to be a very nice size, and so I got down on my knees and showed my appreciation.  He was only 20, so he came fast.  He asked to "peek at my dick" so I showed him.  He liked what he saw, but then scurried off.  Who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading... hoepfully soon I will have those big dick beauties on my site.  Until then, you can check out the solo's from my last visit to "college town," at AmateurClassmates.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be updating the site with a new duo jack-off scene between two bi-guys on Wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-5853122592770099896?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/5853122592770099896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=5853122592770099896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/5853122592770099896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/5853122592770099896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-fun-in-sun.html' title='Hot Fun in The Sun'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-5929022996418432074</id><published>2008-06-06T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:15:43.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I edited two more jerk off videos that I shot, and I must say they are among my favorites.  The first was shot at my old apartment.  I had only ever taped solo guys, but once during a solo (ok, twice) the model asked to suck me off.  Hey, whatever helps them get off, I would be happy to lend a hand, or a cock, or a mouth.  Well, this particular shoot involved two guys who had never met--they went to different colleges--but didn't mind jerking off together.  One I knew was gay, the other I was not so sure of.  He looked like he didn't even know for sure.&lt;div&gt;When they arrived at my place, I introduced them to each other, and then we set up the camera and started taping.  They had a nice time chatting, then they pulled out their dicks and started stroking.  The hot thing was that they were both checking each other's cock out, and that really turned me on.  Next thing I know, they are locking eyes then locking lips.  The two start kissing, and it just makes the one I was not sure about even more hard.  I was really hoping someone would suck the other one off, but no such lick..er luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second update was a superhot straight guy who was so comfortable being naked and jacking off in front of me, I really wanted to see how far I could go with him. He did drop numerous hints that "this one guy touched him once and he was really NOT into it."  Oh well, I can be grateful for the hot shots I did get off him.  Very thick cumshot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-5929022996418432074?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/5929022996418432074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=5929022996418432074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/5929022996418432074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/5929022996418432074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8602275147737839241.post-1950917147989474740</id><published>2008-06-05T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:17:54.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Runnin</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to pop my blog cherry right here, right now.  Summer break is upon me and my classmates, so now I have some time to devote to convincing even more of my classmates to get naked in front of my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago, I hide a camera in the closet of my dorm room and invited a guy from my math class over.  Basically, I got him drunk and horny...and on tape too.  Now, I naturally could not show anyone this incriminating evidence, but it did get me thinking... I go to school with lots of hot guys... I wonder if any of them would let me tape them jerking off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put that thought aside since I was living in a small California town.  But once I transferred and hit the big city, I used some student loan money and started my dream/fetish of having guys jerk off for me.  Two years later, I am pleased to announce the launch of Josh Dylan's Amateur Classmates (www.AmateurClassmates.com)  If you visit the site, you can see that I have a sense of humor about what I do.  The guys are guys that I lust after in my classes.. the normal to above average looking guys who always seem to be packing a fat, juicy dick.  You can watch previews on the site, but alas it is a pay site.  Sorry, but I got student bills to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, you can read slutty stories here, or visit my xtube link for some teaser videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for stopping by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh Dylan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8602275147737839241-1950917147989474740?l=joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/feeds/1950917147989474740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8602275147737839241&amp;postID=1950917147989474740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/1950917147989474740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8602275147737839241/posts/default/1950917147989474740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joshdylansamateurclassmates.blogspot.com/2008/06/up-and-runnin.html' title='Up and Runnin'/><author><name>Josh Dylan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
