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I can’t stop grinning because I’m 99% sure he’s dozed off back there. Apparently when I make risotto and stand here to stir in the broth, I become a piece of coral to latch onto for habitation. He came up to snuggle me about five minutes ago and now his breathing is slow and peaceful. Could he be any more precious?
It’s 2 am… here’s one ballet reblog before I go to bed. Nice example of hyper-flexibility here. His facial expression makes this photo though, “Yep, this is something I can do and you can’t.” Also check out the reflection of his belly and curve of his body in the TV screen. Mm.
Not feeling well, will resume posting tomorrow
Kind of an anti-climactic way to note we just hit 400 followers. I have so many drafts that I just want to give them to everybody in thanks but the part of my brain that writes about cock is temporarily offline. I wrote three over the weekend though about a nice butt, a locked orgasm, and a quiet romantic moment, so maybe they’ll hold you over if you missed ‘em. Quite like the ass one.
Thanks.
PS: Just had an insane craving for waffles.
A peaceful Sunday home with the husband. He almost died last year when a tornado flattened his house with him in it. He spent six weeks in the hospital and lost his left foot. Sometimes it’s just nice to not do anything but watch and appreciate that he’s here with me. His heart plods along under my hand and his scalp warms my thigh. These are the moments when I love him most. It scares me sometimes to think what my life would be like if I had to attend a funeral instead of a wedding. We are lucky.
Linea alba.
“I dunno CJ…. I mean…you’re going to laugh. I’m going to disappoint you. Last week someone at the gym snickered at me…”
I should be listening with intensity to his concerns and soothing them, but holy hell how is he so oblivious to how hot he is? The lights reflecting off the water trailing down his warm freshly scrubbed flesh highlight every curve and bump and groove. His skin is utterly flawless – I can tell he waxed recently. That adorable Spanish accent of his is making my heart thud too.
“Salvadore…” I coo at him, “I told you. I love men. I don’t have a standard that I use to rate boyfriends. Big cock aren’t always better. They’re harder to suck aren’t they?”
His deep brown eyes flicker up at me then back down at the towel, “You have to promise you won’t laugh.”
“I promise.” I hold up my hand in a scouts-honor.
He bites his lip as if having an internal conversation with Jesus, then emits a little sigh, “Alright. But don’t laugh.”
I smile. His sculpted arms relax and the damp terrycloth is pulled from his fingers to the floor by gravity. The back goes first revealing a luscious and pert ass just as brown and glistening as the rest. My mouth waters as I crave sinking my teeth into it. Fuck he is too gorgeous for his own good! My eyes wander to his exposed genitalia and drink in the sight as my own cock swells. Sal’s penis is small, maybe two and a half inches if you stretch it out. Just enough skin covers the tip. His balls are obscenely round and each about the size and color of a lychee with the texture of grape skins. I moan involuntarily. It’s…well, lovely in how minimal and tidy everything is hanging there. Not an excess wrinkle or hair or bump anywhere. Perfection. “Oh Sal…” I murmur, now erect myself.
“….You’re not laughing.” He looks perplexed.
I can’t help but giggle at that. His accent makes him sound a bit petulant. It’s endearing, “Sal, love…you’re beautiful.” I try not to gasp at how fast he flushes. His cheeks, his tears, even his pectorals turn a sweet shade of pink. “I must have you,” I breath. I step forward and place one hand on his sternum while my other cool hand cups his balls and cock in my palm. He gasps. It’s like wrapping my hand around a cup of freshly poured tea.
Sal exhales softly as I fondle him, eventually resting his head on my shoulder. His bangs leave a damp impression on my shirt. I massage the underside of his balls with my fingerpads while stimulating his head with the heel of my palm. Once the skin starts to react I rove my hand all over him, stroking and petting and squeezing until the glans emerges. Then, I scale back to just giving attention to the shaft of his cock with traditional up and down movements. Within moments, Sal digs his fingers into my arm, tenses, and emits a soft whimper in my ear while warm liquid fills my palm. It’s the single most erotic thing I’ve experienced with another man. My pulse is pounding, my throat dry.
I take Salvatore to bed and make love to him.
Orrin gazed at the door again and sighed, resting his cheek on the back of his hand. His boyfriend was supposed to be here nearly an hour ago. His relationship with Chad wasn’t going as he hoped lately. He forgave the slow replies to text messages. He told himself that it was ok if Chad didn’t keep his eyes to himself as long as he was monogamous. Last week Chad got so drunk that he accidentally left Orrin at the bar when he took a cab home.
Despite this, he still liked Chad though , at the heart of things. He had a fantastic body, a heart-melting smile, sharp wit, and had an opinion on everything. He was a magician on the grill, too. They even had the same major at school. Sure their relationship was a little rocky now, but Orrin was an optimist.
The young man checked his phone again. Over an hour. It was his birthday today, and Chad hadn’t given him a card or called or anything. Orrin had told himself maybe he was planning something. When the morning turned into the afternoon without any contact he’d sent Chad a text message: “Did you remember it’s my birthday today? I have a present here for you, you should come claim it.” Chad actually did respond to that one, “K. I’ll come over when I can, babe.”
Chad had been pestering Orrin for penetrative sex since day two of their relationship. Orrin thought his plan was excellent…he could get sex on his birthday, give Chad what he wanted, and perhaps afterwards they’d talk and repair their relationship. Emerge from the bedroom a better couple.
When the clock hit an hour twenty, Orrin received a new text message back: “Hey babe. Not coming. Sorry, I went home with someone last nigh and haven’t left. I can’t really afford to get you anything for your birthday tomorrow anyway. See you around.”
Orrin gaped at his phone. What? No! It wasn’t supposed to be like this! He furiously responded, “You…you can’t break up with me on my birthday!”
“Well your birthday is tomorrow isn’t it?”
“It’s TODAY.”
“Oh…Sorry it didn’t work out.”
This isn’t how it was supposed to be! Orrin threw his cell phone into a pile of laundry. He dropped his underwear he was holding, feeling stupid and embarrassed and ugly. Then, he buried his head in his arms and cried. It felt like there was no one left in the world to love him. This was the worst birthday ever.
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The model is named Den Wok.
Locked’n’Denied: Locked Boi Master to Locked Boi
Locked’n’Denied: Locked Boi Master to Locked Boi
Anyone whose visited my blog more than a time or two knows how passionate I am about forced chastity … or rather, chastity in all its forms. All my friends know about my locked cock, many have seen it either in person or here. I have encouraged my straight friend and his wife to try chastity play, I have locked my 2 roommates cocks up … neither lasted more than a week. Etc.
So, as I haven’t had much action lately on the hook-up apps I changed my profile on a couple to say I was seeking submissive boys looking to try chastity, to learn what its like to live as a total bottom and never being allowed to touch or cum.
I had a couple bites but one young Asian guy has been chatting with me for a couple weeks. He’s only 20 and has never had hookups and has only given his best (straight) friend blowjobs. I understand his nervousness and haven’t pushed him to do anything. Locking your cock up is a tough decision when its your decision – not a decision at all when your lover locks it on you. Plus, I have a thing for Asians.
Read the entire thing. Incredibly hot.
“Alright. You doing okay?”
“Yeah.”
“The other masters inside are gonna be a bit touchy. Expect to be groped quite a bit.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Just stay within sight of me, I’ll make sure they don’t get too pushy. You’re a hot little slaveboy. But just remember you’re MY hot little slaveboy.”
“Only your’s.” He smiled.
“Don’t forget your ‘Sirs’ either.”
“Oh, yeah. Yes Sir.”
“You’ll do fine in there, cuteness.” His Sir and Lover kissed him hard. “Again, be respectful, stay within my sight, and don’t take drinks from weirdos.”
“What’s a weirdo in a leather bar?”
“Hard to tell, but you’ll know him when you see him. And don’t forget your Sirs.”
“Shit. Sorry Sir. Can I get extra spankings tonight to make up for it?”
“Oh I got other plans for your ass tonight, honey.” His Sir chuckled. “But let’s go. Can’t wait to see the looks on the other guys’ faces.”
“This is why I love you.” He smirked. “Err, Sir.”
Was going through archives…how did I miss this?
I’m still trying to find that Instagrammed-looking shot of a young man rollerblading at night, it’s been like a month now. Does anyone know how to turn your dash into pages so you can go back pretty far without using the infinite-scroll measure?