I’m going to let the cat out of the bag. Just like I did when I revealed the truth about gay movie membership sites. Broke Straight Boys rocks. Imagine, regular hunky guys. Penniless. Hungry. Horny. They’ll consider anything as long as the end result is either 1) food; 2) sex; or 3) a PlayStation. So it’s totally within the realm of possibility that if confronted with serious cash, a straight man or men will jerk off or butt finger or (Heaven help us!) have gay sex with another man or permit himself to be blown by a gay stud. This is the premise of Broke Straight Boys, and they do a damn good job of it.

Broke Straight Boys defined the gay-for-pay genre

Take Ben Steffani, the raveneous, rugged, eager man-child in the picture above. He’s straight. OK? This isn’t a joke. The cock on this man is precious. I love his sack. I went nuts when he took off his shirt and showed off his abs. But the home run part was when he jacked off. Long, methodical strokes. His cock head straining, turning purple. The veins on the neck of his prick electric. For a straight guy jerking for a gay audience, he’s not shy. Just as he’s about to pop his cork, he arches his back, rolls his eyes back, hard pumps his prick, and unloads a hot sticky creamy load on his stomach and chest. Incredible. And don’t get the impression that Ben is an accident. The guys at Broke Straight Boys round these fellas up like no tomorrow. I’m only spotlighting Ben. But if I didn’t have to cruise the park this evening, I’d gossip about the guys start out with an innocent jack off contest taht ends in a scrumptious Gay 69!