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So… Ducati dearler MotoCorsa in Oregon shot a bunch of promotional adverts for the Panigale bike using a gorgeous female model named Kylie. Then, they decided to reshoot it using men around around the shop. So. Fucking. Fierce. See guys, this is what hetero confidence looks like. I am so jealous of their calves.
MORE at MotoCorsa’s website plus wallpaper-sized images of the men!
After months of fumbling towards elation, he was finally on the doorstep. We were rubbing each other through our pants. Visions of flesh on flesh, of spearing him at both ends, sprinted towards a door marked, “Your next man.” Bagging him seemed as close as his engorged cock, separated from my hand by only a thin layer of cotton. I moved in for the kill, leaning over to kiss him on his ripe, open mouth.
He pulled back. “I can’t deal with this.” Without another word, he stalked out, slamming the door behind him. Closing time on shopping for the straight boy roommate.
After a couple of hours, he came back. We didn’t speak for 4 days. Shame didn’t bloom or throw images into my psyche; wine spilled on a tablecloth was just wine. I wasn’t sorry. He had flirted with me, throwing glances promising body heat. He knew he was pretty and used it.
Friday came, and when I got home he was sitting in front of the television, the image of sullen pride, wounded by an evil homosexual. I went to my bedroom and got high. I wasn’t about to let him spoil my weekend.
Like firecrackers, he shouted, “Come here! I want to talk to you!”
Expecting a scene, I walked back into the living room. He was on the floor by the window, shirtless, pants pulled down past his white underwear. His hands were on the sill. He looked dangerous, threatening in his desire. The stubble on his jaw, the dark hair in his armpits made him look devilish—full of mischief and impure thoughts.
”I want to deal with it now.”
The Matrix would have been 10 times more interesting with this guy walking around. What a smokin’ body.
Relieving the pup.
(Lol – you can tell this was set up for photoshoot. The hydrant isn’t in the ground, it’s painted silver, and it’s shot indoors. Why do a piss scene indoors?? Only poorly trained pups wet the floor inside.)
lockedndenied-deactivated201609:
Well … I hope I remain locked’n’denied the remainder of my days.
Cleaning hasn’t been much of an issue .. I chose the right design I believe. and shaving is a bit problematic but I do an admirable job.
Now all I need is a man to keep my holes used.
Love how sure of himself he is and how committed he is to his proper chaste state. Should have no shortage of men lining up for that ass.
Tshepo Cameron Modisane and Thoba Calvin Sithole tied the knot in traditional Zulu and Tswana attires, in a ceremony which took place in the town of KwaDukuza, KwaZulu-Natal. The newly-married couple, who are both 27 and have been together for three years, made their vows in front of 200 guests.
No. way. Bad ass.
We nuzzle for a moment, trying to calm our racing hearts. His firm hand over my pectoral reassures me, yet I am surprised by how much I’m aroused by from held down by him. He’s my first boyfriend although I’m a senior in high school. I’ve never been nude or shown my cock to any one else before besides the doctor. My parents are out of town for the weekend, so it’s just him and I and a house to ourselves. It’s time. He dips his head and kisses me, sending a zap of electricity down to my toes. “Are you ready?” he murmurs.
I nod.
He straddles me and rests his body on top of me, still clothed. We rock together until we’re both erect and about to burst out of our pants. It doesn’t take long, it’s too exciting. When we’re both hard the shame of being nude slips away. I reach for the button of my jeans first.
“Mmn…no, why don’t you let me do that?” he offers, replacing my hands, “I want to see you first.”
I moan. I’m nearly certain I’m going to ejaculate early. It takes him but one minute to unzip my pants, tug aside my boxers and expose my cock to air. The second he wraps his trembling hand around my shaft, I come everywhere, little fireworks flashing in front of my eyes. I cover my face with my palms and groan in embarrassment. “Oh god, I’m so sorry…I’ve ruined this haven’t I?”
“No no… that’s normal. I can get it back."
"You can?”
“Mmmnnn…” he unzips his own pants and discards them with his underwear so he’s nude from the waist down. I can’t help but stare. He’s not as long as I am, but it’s a big thicker, and slightly curved. My heart races as he returns to his original position, laying on top of me. The second his flesh touches mine, the entire world goes upside down. I seize his arm as he grinds against me. I might just pass out it feels so good.
So if you follow enough porn blogs you’re more than likely familiar with the term “boypussy”. Not my favorite term, but there are stranger things on the internet.
Stranger things like-
“Boywomb”.
Specifically the post’s last line was “now your boywomb is filled with potent man-semen! [wait, there’s non-man semen?] Don’t forget to take a pregnancy test.”
Whatever you guys are smoking while jacking off, throw it away.
I once saw a porno clip in where the top says to the bottom, “Work those pussmuscles for me.” Cannot take seriously.
._. I just accidentally washed my cell phone.
