“What the hell? What’s he licking? What the fuck is wrong with that guy’s dick? WAIT that’s a vagina! This is straight porn!”
Classic “do not want”. Poor Nate.
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Urban Ballet . México . Por Carlos Quezada
Lithe and sexy in a black body suit! He’s like Peter Pan’s shadow if he quit his job to dance.
Carlos Quezada is the photographer, no idea about the dancer’s identity.
A flawless arabesque by a cute boy on a city corner. His mustard colored pants work really well with the cross-walk light boxes and the taxi, and the maroon works well with the grey sidewalk. I don’t know who the dancer is, but the original poster myonlychance seems to be the photographer. A solid shot!
Fun fact – this photo is from 2010, but it is the same couple from the boyfriend/cat photo that a lot of you loved. They’re still together 🙂
Looks like a fundraiser
Lucas had thrived under training. His total acceptance to chastity made him into a permanent slut for cock and pleasing men. Why spend your life killing your self at a desk and suffering through years of office politics and nepotism to be well liked? Luke could make a man love him in mere minutes while on his knees. Ass-kissing, in his opinion, should be a literal thing.
When Lucas’s Master heard of a fundraiser being held at their local sex and leather store, He knew His boy would be right for the job. Lucas’s identity was hidden, his vision obscured, and his cock protected in case anyone from his old life happened to saunter in… wouldn’t look right if they saw a previous priest-in-training serving three men at once. Fine by Lucas, he went deep into headspace and almost wouldn’t come out.
In two days, Lucas and two additional boys at the store raised double the financial goal in place for the local LGBT shelter and a private donor matched it. The center was getting by on a tight budget as is, but a recent rainy season had destroyed their roof and mold had been spotted due to the delays. For the teens in their shelter, there wasn’t anyone where else to go if the building was declared unsafe for habitation. Now, repairs could get done.
Lucas was overjoyed in being able to support his community, even if it was in a nontraditional way. Plus, his Master’s pleasure at his boy’s accomplishments had him puffed up like a rooster for days. Lucas got a big reward for this – an orgasm during sex, a week in his Master’s bed, and dinner of his choice.
Lucas found the temporary freedom in the bedroom a tad wrong; it opposed his training and his place in his Master’s life – below Him and focused on Him. After the week passed, Lucas was ready to return to his life as a controlled sub and a slave in his loving home. He did hope to one day participate in another charity event, not so much for the gain, but the look of pride on his Master’s face was enough of a reward. Well, almost. The filet mignon was amazing.
“Aww gee, the guys are there. I really want to go out and play! If I make enough baskets, they let me suck their cocks after the game too. Pleaaase Sir? I’ll get my socks nice and dirty and sweaty for you.”
I wonder if Angelo displays his ass on purpose when asking for favors, as he knows how much I love his hole…he makes me call it a “pussy”, which I’m still getting used to. Well, it is a glorious pussy. Also, there’s a big chunk of change to be made in selling those socks. I sigh. “First replace the sheets and make the beds, then you may go. You won’t linger long after the game. When it’s over, you will shower and clean the entire bathroom before starting on dinner. Understand?”
Angelo squealed at me, dropping to my feet to press a few kisses to my toes. “Thank you sir, thank you.” He was then on his feet again, making a bad dash for the linen closet. In eight minutes he had the entire bed stripped and redressed. After smoothing out the wrinkles, he grabbed his basketball and ran to the door.
“Shorts! Shorts!” I called out after him, “I know you’re comfortable around the house wearing only your chastity device, but you need to be covered in public.”
He looks down and blushes, “Oh yes. Right. Thank you sir.”
I give him a bottle of water and he’s out the door. I watch through the living room window as Angelo jogs across the street to the park and joins the game. I originally met him this way – watching him through the window playing ball in tiny shorts with no shirt on, then joining the game myself. Someone needed to tame Angelo – his parents weren’t around much and he was constantly choosing risky decisions even as a young adult.
I set some strict rules when he moved in – curfew, permission had to be asked to go out, chores. I also controlled his cock, the source of most of his trouble and last STD, and gave him spankings for misbehaving. They were tough rules for free-spirited boy, but he needed it. He knew it. Angelo only accepted the offer to be my houseboy if I let him still play ball with the guys in the park. It was a solid agreement, and I was happy to say Angelo was thriving. He was holding down a job and considering trade school.
I stepped away from the window and went to the closet. Having him out of the house gave me an excuse to finally wrap his Christmas presents.
He thinks he’s A-OK with just the cigar.
But his pussyboi knows best. So I bring him a glass of bourbon. His dinner on a tray. I tidy up around him (he’ll pay for that one…).
And the last time I enter the room, I traipse in wearing just his favorite pair of boipanties from my drawer and his old hockey jersey, big and loose around my smaller frame.
I remove his tray without a word. I start sauntering out, minx-like. I can feel his gaze on my cheeks as they rise and fall, contract and relax.
I make it all the way to the kitchen, put down the tray, and that’s when the ceiling light goes out. It’s pitch black. I can only hear myself breathing.
Then I feel his fist wrap firmly around the strap of my panties. He pulls. Hard. I feel like I’m falling, but I collide against him.
He grabs me by my waist. Sinks his finger deep inside my boipussy, eliciting a scream from me.
The Man growls into my ear, like an animal, and says, in the most menacing tone I’ve ever heard from him, “You think you can just do that and get away with it? Expect me to just follow you in here, drooling? You don’t know what you got yourself into tonight, baby,” he licks from my neck to my ear, making me whimper. “You won’t know what breeding is until tonight.”
That was a week ago. His cock explored areas inside my boipussy that I never even knew existed. He wasn’t expecting me to feel as tight as I did, so I caught him tearing up as he grunted and pounded into me. I licked his tears off his face and fed them to him as he ravaged my cunt. We both still have bite marks all over and faint bruises from colliding against kitchen furniture.
We had never had sex like that. And it was amazing.
nice. really nice
The sweet intimacy of this photo is broken the second you notice the third guy in the mirror taking the picture! How does he fit into all of this? Hahaha.