This Irish-looking fawn was actually born in San Francisco. So arresting!
Ethan Watts
National Ballet of Canada
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On days Jean-Paul is sore and frustrated and hates getting out of bed for 7 am practices, he tries to think that he’s not doing it for himself, but for the attention of his dance teacher. Sergei is twice is age, but strikingly handsome and built out of liquid Russian steel. Jean-Paul has wanted to impress him since day one, not just for his career, but because he likes hope he has a chance one day of Sergei noticing his rock hard ass and requesting the most private of personal dance lessons…
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Text and speculation of this dancer’s sexuality is fictional. I could not identity this dancer. Source does not list a name.
The white sands of time and the keeper.
Marcelo Gomes
American Ballet Theatre
Here’s a couple late night ballet relogs.
“I’m hooome.” I close the door behind me and shuck off my shoes. Nothing. “Jude? Is anyone home?” I call out, setting down my briefcase and loosening my tie. The car is in the driveway.
Jude sticks his head down the stairwell and then jogs down to give me a welcome-home kiss. “Oh my god I am so glad to seee you, Jesus Christ. Things are insane around here! We went out for food at this bistro after the dentist appointment at 2, but Dominic got food poisoning and so he’s in bed resting and not doing his homework, but Anna has got the crazies and is making a mess up there with her toys. The dog hasn’t been walked, the cockatiel’s cage needs to be cleaned, someone’s been drawing on the bathroom walls again, and I *still* haven’t made dinner. Dominic says he’s not eating ever again, but Anna wants franks and beans but I forgot buy beans and-”
“Woah woah woah!” I laugh, “Slow down, sloow down. Come here. Deep breath.” I kiss him slowly and pull him into a hug. “Breathe.”
“But Anna-”
“Let her destroy the house. Messes can be picked up. Goo-gone and paint will fix the walls. Dominic is resting. We can order pizza. I’ll take care of the pets.”
“Nnng fine.” He nuzzles my neck and clings to me, rocking with me for several moments until the mania passes. “You smell nice. It makes me horny.”
“You bought me this cologne for Christmas.”
“Oh that’s why I bought it,” he chuckles.“
"Are you ok now?” I inquire.
He puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “Yeah, I’ll live. I’m fine. Pizza sounds great, actually.”
“…Jude?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are your clothes?”
“Oh remember how I said Dominic got food poisoning? Yeah he barfed all over me. I never got dressed.”
I shake my head. “Man, makes my day sound dreadfully boring by comparison. I thought I’d top your day with my epic tale of a jammed printer and our boss falling asleep during an important meeting.”
The corners of Jude’s mouth turn up. “Oh I definitely want to hear the epic tale of the printer, you know how I get about toner.”
I laugh and kiss him again, then add in a low voice. “Oh baby, the toner was everywhere.”
“Oh baby.” Jude wiggles his eyebrows at me, plucking at my jacket lapels, making me grin.
“DADDYYYYYYYYY!”
I look up in time to see a 7 year old ball of energy shimmying down the stairs at lighting speed. I barely have enough time to kneel down to catch her before I’m nearly knocked on my ass.
“Hey there sweetie! Daddy tells me you’ve been quite busy today.”
“I built a city! and Dominic puked! It was gross! I built a cities for ponies! Come see Papa come see!”
Jude gestures in Anna’s direction. “You see what I mean? It’s like she had three Redbulls and six cups of coffee.”
“She’s seven. That’s her default status.” I pick her up and set her on my hip. “Go shower and get dressed, love. Go order dinner. I’ll take the kids for a walk with the dog, and when I come back we’ll eat ok? I’ll clean the tiel cage later.”
Jude looks relieved to have someone else in control for once. “I will do exactly that.” He steals another kiss from me. “Thank you.”
“Of course, love.” I start up the stairs then glance over my shoulder as he trails behind me, “Oh and Jude, while you’re in the shower, get really really clean.” I wink.
He lights up and bites his lip. “Promise? It’s been a week.”
“Dadddyyyyyyyyyyy.”
“Alright, we’re going baby. And yes Jude, I promise. You’re gonna feel it for another week after.”
I’m more than pleased to see him blush.
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Text is fictional. Men are Harry Louis and Hugo Martin from Lucas Entertainment, from the series Trapped in the Game. Source is the Lucas blog.
“What can you tell me about Jordan Kasher?”
That’s when the interview went off the rails.
It’d been great up until then. Okay, not great maybe, but fine, normal, whatever. The usual bullshit questions about the team, the season; the usual bullshit answers about how he was just taking it one game at a time.
And then, that question from left field, the one that he didn’t even quite understand at first because he never thought he’d have to answer it: “What can you tell me about Jordan Kasher?” He knew he should’ve just shrugged, said “Jordan who?” and broken two hearts at once, one word for each. He knew he could’ve said “nothing,” which would have been true—there wasn’t anything he could tell the smirking and smug and snot-nosed interviewer from the campus daily about Jordan. He thought of all the things he couldn’t say—all of the things that were none of the guy’s damn business, no one’s business, that were just theirs, alone. The way Jordan sucked his dick, like Jordan had been born to it the way he’d been born to football; like Jordan had been training for it his whole life. The way Jordan got hard blowing him, the way his smell alone was enough to get to Jordan, to shut off something inside his head; the way that that fact alone—seeing Jordan just pause with his nose in his junk, like he could stay that way forever, like he would, like he was going to—shut off something in his own head, turned off all the parts of him that weren’t primal and basic and geared toward the relentless motion of his muscled hips. That night over the summer, though, when he and Jordan were both completely trashed and Jordan smiled, shyly, and said he wanted to fuck him, just once. Who smiles like that, nervously and at the edges of his mouth, his eyes not meeting yours, his bangs hanging in front of his face, when he says he wants to put their dick inside you? Who actually manages to look bashful while he’s doing it, like he’s been given this gift he’s deathly afraid he’ll break or something? Manages to look like he’s the one being fucked, deeper than ever before, even as he slides into you and his mouth curls into a soft ‘o’ and that’s all he says, quietly, like a sigh: “oh.”
What could he tell you about Jordan Kasher? Not a fucking thing. So he just stood there, silent, and listened to to the soft clicks of the tape spooling in the recorder.
The stud’s cock wasn’t hard enough, so his Master decided to tenderize those balls until things were more up to His standards. He has friends coming over soon and it would look bad if he had a soft, uninterested slave boy strapped into place for nothing.
“You keep that dick up, boy, or else you’re getting the nipple clamps with spikes on em and electricity up your dick. You haven’t come in a couple days, shouldn’t be a problem for you. Don’t be nervous, now. My friends are good men and experienced Masters. They will take such excellent care of your horny, naked body while I’m at my little sister’s birthday party.”
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Text is fictional. The video is Back Alley; the dom is Felix Barca; the sub is Race Cooper. Just a warning though before you click the link to the trailer – it’s a fisting video.
“Ohhh fuck yeah, I’m in! – It’s in, it’s in, god baby you swallowed me right to the hilt,” I purr.
“Ah–ow ow! Nng!” he crunches his face up.
“Shit, that was a bit fast wasn’t it? Are you ok, babe?”
“Yeah just…nnng,,” he holds his breath for a long moment and releases it, panting softly. “Gimme a sec. You’re in. You’re actually in me. I ..can feel you, it feels huge.”
I smile. “You flatter me. Are you in pain?”
“No just…I need a moment to adjust. Feels good. Feels hot.” He pulls my face close and kisses me.
I return it slowly while watching his face contort. I can feel him clench and squeeze around me, making my dick swell even more. “Relax, just relax. You feel amazing, babe, like this thick velvety glove around me.” I nuzzle his face, nose to nose. “Can you feel it too?”
“Oh yeah…I can feel it throbbing, the pulse. I do that to you?”
“Yeah babe you do,” I chuckle. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too – there’s no one else I’d trust to do this with. God you feel so huge! Fuuu. There. It – …it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. Feels…kinda good, actually, to be full.”
“I can start moving?”
“Fuck yeah,” he replies, getting bold.
I capture his mouth in my own and pull out before pushing back into his body, pressing him against the cool glass of the window. A groan spills from his throat as his ass pulls me in. His swollen cock poking into my stomach dribbles pre-cum down the shaft with every thrust.
I waited two years for him to be ready for intercourse. I used to curse the days I was horny and had nothing to put my dick in, but I’d just tell myself it’d be worth it one day to wait for him. He had to be ready, he had to be horny, he had to offer himself to me; if I rushed it, I would spoil the moment and it’d be lost forever. I’m so glad I waited. My virgin lover has become a man today, not because I was horny, but because he asked me to make him one. He is spread open and hard for me, and taking him is as sweet as I always feverishly fantasized it would be.
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Text is fictional. Photo comes from Mr. Jones Films, and the men are Brandon Jones And Dominic Pacifico. More pictures and trailers at an unofficial link here. Original website is flash, so I can’t direct link, but it’s here.
Fuck ’em
In the past when I’ve asked for reader output, you guys have mostly been quiet. You guys like your privacy, I’ll tell ya hwat. However, when I asked for your feedback this time about how I run this blog, I got a huge response! Lots of replies and an inbox fuller than a chaste boy’s balls.
Just, wow. So many lurkers too came out to say something. I cannot tell you how much this all means to me. This has been an incredibly frustrating experience. It’s so crazy to me that most of you supported me. Just damn. Thank you.
What I write isn’t for everyone, and time spent trying to convince or convert people who find it weird or gross is wasted time. I can’t help who sees my blog, but hey if they don’t like it they can leave. I’ve reblogged pictures from real people before – chastepup and gayboykink for example – and they need to know that their photos are on a blog that isn’t attracting negative attention to them or their lifestyles. Responding and reblogging the haters is doing just that, so I’m going to ignore them.
Yes, I made a mistake posting something that could be misinterpreted it. Yes, it was stupid. Yes, I notified everyone I could and put up disclaimers. Yes, I apologized a million times. Yes, I’ve sent take down requests to posts on Facebook and Reddit. And I’m done. I’ve done enough. I’m moving on. As Art Alexakis of Everclear once sang, “They can’t hurt you unless you let them.”
There are two groups of people that matter here: my readers, and the people in the photos I caption. The first group has spoken, and I’ve heard nothing negative out of the second group of people so far. Even ElyEl has forgiven me, and apparently they attracted some new readers in the process.
So um, yeah fuck all the haters, just fuck ‘em, in a Brian Kinney sort of way. I’m going to continue writing. Dicks on your dash resume today.
Hi you two. I’m the one who originally wrote the caption of you guys and your cat. I am so so so so so sorry this has happened. The original picture I reblogged did not list your Tumblr as a source. It was only later that I went back and found you as the source – it took me nearly an hour going through Google Image searches. That said – I was naiive and didn’t add a disclaimer. I should have, then I later went back and did. That person who screenshotted it removed the disclaimer. I am so sorry!!
Hi! Its cool! We just wanted to share the real story with everyone. We are not mad or anything like that, you can keep using our photos adding the source. We know you meant well 🙂 sorry about the insults that people are saying to you, we didnt see that comming, it was an honest mistake.
ElyEl
And ElYEl has spoken! These two are so sweet and forgiving, I owe them a big hug of thanks.