Mmm… I bet he is a great cocksucker
I imagine if you pulled him off that cock he’d whimper and give you puppy eyes, straining his tongue toward it pitifully until you give in and let him have it again.
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Damn shame when a bottom has to resort to silicon playmates. Where are the tops?!
It’s good for a bottom to have some alone time – it takes hours to train their body to adjust and open up for bigger cocks. They don’t want to waste their top’s time and frustrate him because he can’t get his larger penis into his eager, lubed up ass without injuring it. Plus it frustrates the bottom to be so close to being full but not being able to get past the tip. The magic of great sex is that you don’t see the hard work behind the scenes… although those scenes are pretty sexy too in their own right. See that towel on that floor? You bet this makes him drip everywhere.
Being fathers is getting our daughters up at 5:30 am making breakfast getting them dressed for school and putting them on the bus by 6:30 .This is a typical day in our household . It’s not easy but we enjoy every moment and eveny minute of #fatherhood . #proudfathers #blackfathers #prouddads #gaydads
DAMN LUCKY LIL GIRLS!!!!
Now this is how I see the future of humanity, especially the US. Not every gay family looks like Neil Patrick Harris’s photographic little bunch. Mixed race families are gonna grow, gay families are gonna grow, and there is gonna be some cross over. All families should be accepted, just as straight families are, because they share the common goal of raising kids in loving, stable homes. Even one parent or three parents is better than no love at all too.
(Just a quick note – this isn’t the original poster’s family, it came from his friend’s Instagram account.)
You’ve suspected for a long time that Eddie and Rich were more than friends, by the way they look at each other, the laughter behind a locked door. Now, one day, you come home to find them caught by your sneaking footsteps in a naked embrace. In no acid trip could you imagine how hot and dirty they would look, their flesh pressed together, lips in a kiss. Small differences in the size of certain muscles, tans, and body hair—makes them individual, but sculptural at the same time. You feel no jealousy, only raging hormones, until they kiss again and exchange their love in words. Silently, you slide out the door. You come back slowly and loudly, finding them clothed and far apart on the couch—but breathless.
Jesse the IT guy was sick and tired of being the punching bag for the windbags in upper management. They knew little about how to use technology yet it was always Jesse’s fault when they installed a toolbar, saved over a crucial file, or forgot their password even though it was their last name first initial. One of these jackasses was tolerable, this guy named Gordon. A Mac user, he was completely helpless on a Windows PC but he was at least polite and cordial when asking for help (which was often). When Jesse did his end-of-the-month internet history checks, he was shocked to see Gordon had been doing searches for gay porn at work. He was supposed to report these things immediately as they were fireable offenses, yet, Jesse had a better idea.
He saw that Gordon had a fetish for eating ass and Jesse had always wanted to try it. So, after confronting him in an empty conference room, they struck a deal – Gordon on his knees for the lowly IT guy; Gordon got to keep his job, and Jesse’s ass got all the attention it could want. Boy had a magical velvet tongue, and he was an excellent cocksucker too. Of course, Jesse also taught Gordon how to find the best porn online but only when he wasn’t at work. He was happy to help Gordon stay at that company for a long time. Hell, it was the best job Jesse ever had.
mmmmmm…nice..very nice….but…does this type of package come in a slightly darker color… this one would just blend right in with the color of my dungeon walls
“That is an understandable concern, Sir. You’re not here to buy a houseboy meant to blend into the background, you want a stand-out centerpiece for your dungeon. I believe I have just the boy in mind for you. Let me put this white stud back in his cell – I’ll sell him soon enough – and I’ll show you this beautiful Egyptian boy we just got in stock. His skin is burnished teak and he’s plenty feisty.”
Alejandro pauses to reflect on what he’s about to do with this wonderful older man that lights up his life. Does he want this? Does he want to kiss him hard and slide his hands all over his nude torso? Does he want this daddy to be his first? Does he really want this daddy to throw him on the bed, pet him until his cock is engorged and leaking, then pop his cherry, and give him his first anal orgasm? Yes, oh god yes, he wants it, and only from HIM. Too excited to verbalize his choice, Alejandro translates it into a kiss. By the time he’s thrown on the bed, he’s grinning, knowing he made the right choice.
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Post is fictional. Boys are and Nicco Sky and Jarec Wentworth from this Randy Blue video, I think..
La pute a faim.
The whore is hungry.
I’m aware this is supposed to be sexy but my first thought was of those sea anemones in the touch tanks at aquariums; when you touch them they close on you thinking the finger is food.
Damn…he barely looked at me, and I was like shirtless for five minutes. What can I do to impress him? Do I need to be muscular? More twinky? I have no idea what kind of guys he’s into….I just know he’s into cock, but I can’t ask him because I’m not supposed to know that. He’s not out. Man, this is so frustrating! Watching his ass in those shorts on the field is totally distracting too. I just want him to notice me…
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Post is fictional. Apparently the guy in front is Louis Tomlinson.
He hired me to shoot commemorative photos of his graduation from the The New England Conservatory in Boston. He said he wanted at least one picture of him with his violin where he didn’t look exhausted. I asked why he selected me because although I’m a portrait photographer, I normally do artistic nudes, bathing suits, homo-erotic, and other fashion related gigs. He said he liked that my subjects looked “real”. I had no idea what that meant, but I accepted it as a compliment anyway.
Shooting a violinist was a fresh challenge though. Violins are only held one way – under the chin to one side, so there’s really two poses: that one, and clutching the violin in their arms. So boring. We shot at least 300 pictures in those poses and nothing was gelling. My client began to look restless. I sensed he was considering if it was too late to ask for a refund. Running dry on ideas, I decided to resort to what I know best – the human body.
“Why don’t you take off your clothes?" I suggested, then had to supress a laughing after I saw the expression on his face.
"Are you serious…?” he gaped.
“Yes, absolutely, I shoot artistic nudes, not class pictures. You told me you work out at the gym so your arms are nice and muscular – the lighting right now is perfect, nice and soft, we don’t have to even adjust anything. I think it’d work better than the sweater you’re wearing. It doesn’t make good shadows.”
I could nearly hear the gears in his head. “I’m…I can’t show this to my mother…”
“Well, we took a million photos of you looking quaint in a sweater with the violin, send her one of those. I’ll give you a deep discount on the rights to this picture.” He was still thinking, so I decided to close the deal. “Besides, the violin doesn’t play itself right? It’s just wood and rosin and …stuff… You’re the genius here. I was hired to photograph a violinist wasn’t I?”
A sly grin spread over his jaw. “Persistent aren’t you? You make a point. Alright. I’ll do it. But if these get out on the internet…”
I scoffed, “And ruin my reputation? No thanks.”
He set down the precious, expensive violin in its case then methodically undressed as if he was at the gym. I provided a chair out of frame for his clothes. When his underwear slid off, I tried not to gasp. or stare. or ogle. Well, look at it, really. He had a much bigger penis than I would have guessed, one of the biggest I’d ever seen on a man. I am glad he couldn’t see me blushing behind the camera.
He muttered something about being happy to get rid of the sweater as the lights were making him hot as he picked up his violin again. Initially, he was shy and tried to cover his crotch with his instrument.
“No no no, that’s…that’s gross. Seriously, your violin isn’t sexual like that. Raise it up, above your head, high! High yes! Drop your elbow. Other elbow.” I set the shutter off in such rapid fire succession that it sounded like I was emptying a magazine clip. “Shift your weight to one hip…god, beautiful!” My inspiration went through the roof; suddenly I was excited and invigorated and barking out lots of new directional cues until he slid into just the right jaunty pose and I knew we had a winner.
I told him to relax a moment and popped the card into my computer to check. While glancing at them in thumbnail mode, I noticed an obvious different from the first and last picture as his cock had began to lift from between his legs. He was getting hard under the attention. It was impossible not to be aroused by this. Stupid day to not wear underwear. Oh man..then it saw it. THE picture. His eyes were closed by accident, but it was meant to be.
When I came out of my office, he was playing a pretty little melody.
“We did it,” I announced, “I got the best photo of you…wanna come see it?”
“Sure!” he didn’t seem to mind his nudity anymore and jogged over to my computer. I showed him it and he turned red all over. “Wow… my cock looks huge in this…”
I laughed, “I think it looks artistic. You have a really gorgeous body. I mean…as a gay man myself, I’m a little jealous.”
“You’re…gay?”
“…What, it’s not obvious?”
He waved his hand at me. “I have terrible gaydar, anyone will tell you,” then went back to concentrating on the photo, “I really like the look on my face. My hair looks cool.”
“Yes yes,” I agreed eagerly, “I also like how the violin is half out of frame. It’s not the focus of the shot anymore. You are.”
“Yes. I …I really love it. It’s going to take some getting used to, seeing myself nude but… you really captured how I feel when I play. When I watch videos of my performances, it looks like that.”
I wondered how he looked when he was orgasming. Ugh my brain was not behaving itself. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. Well, I think we’re done for today. You can get dressed now…if you want.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “If I want…?”
Color rose to my face. “I um. Er. Sorry, that just slipped out. Sorry. Not professional.”
He sat on the edge of my desk, “You want to touch my cock don’t you?”
“You’re my client, that is not how I do business!” I stammered.
“Oh come on, I saw your eyebrows go up when I took off my pants. I know a reaction to a big cock when I see one. Come on, I’m really happy with your work…take a tip. Literally."
When I didn’t say no, he got up and shut the door trapping us both inside the office. I’m so glad he made that decision for me, I couldn’t wait to stroke it, pet it, arouse him – of course, I had to take pictures of him in heat. Needless to say, he got batches of erotic photos for free. Also, I learned a valuable lesson that day in cleaning cum off my camera lenses.
From then onward, anytime he needed photos taken he’d call me. Afterwards, we’d always go into my office to review the photos, always with the door closed. It went on this way until he called me one day, asking to shoot his engagement photos. I made them do nudes too.
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Post is fictional. Model is the interestingly named Czyz Otto. Watermark has been photoshopped out; the photographer is the super talented Tom Silk. Lotta beautiful dick in his portfolio.