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Wow.
Wait, wait how is this… I mean, don’t you need like bones, and gravity and like… balance and stuff? I guess they’re not rules anymore, but more like guidelines?
This is Antonio Douthit-Boyd of Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater. You can see a video of Antonio talking about how he found dance here. It’s a rather inspirational clip…plus it features a muscular black guy in Spandex, so seriously watch it.
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Ballet reblogs, over and out! Goodnight.
No idea what’s going on here, but uuuugh I have a weak spot for men en pointe. The A framing of his long legs, the curve of his feet, the contraction of his muscles… c’est tout fantastique.
After six hours of practice, he still isn’t satisfied enough. The pursuit of perfection for a dancer is a brutal muse. He won’t stop for the day until he has one more round at the barre. One more developpe from fifth position that he’s done a million times since he was 8. One more stretch of the hamstring still healing from the tear last season. One more leg hold with the appropriately lifted torso. One more, and maybe he’ll be satisfied. His eyes are closed, ignoring the coos and murmurs of admiration from the female dancers. This is his zone. Him and ballet are one. When he’s in that studio, he exists only to dance.
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Late night ballet reblog time~
Are there any of my captions that you’d love to read a sequel to?
October 1st is the first anniversary of allbecauseoftheboys! In one month, we’ve clocked in 311 posts and reblogs and hit 221 followers. Thank you all SO MUCH. Seriously, it still hasn’t sunk in yet that 200 people read what I write. Every time I get a fanmail my brain has a 404 error.
That said, I thought I’d compile a list of 20 of September’s most popular captions in case you missed ‘em:
Sofa King Good
Red Underwear
Big Balls
Frot Makes Him Late
Creepy Crawlies Not Covered in Contract
Maybe…This Is How He Loves Me
Egg
Wearing Hugo’s Collar
Ron Bailey
Ethan Is Put Into Chasity For His Own Good – very popular!
Liam’s Interview
Maybe If I Fuck Him He’ll Shut Up (this is one of my favorites)
Greek Attitude
Breathe, Boy
One Dollar
Secrets at Work
Faggot Gets Cock At Last
Blind Baby Has Its Mother’s Eyes
Alex’s Tutoring Sessions
Clark Kent
Did I miss one?
Also, I’m methodically going through the posts and cleaning up the tags. Just a reminder that you view the tag list if you visit my Tumblr’s landing page.
Thank you all again! Happy Autumn. I already have a Halloween post ready.
PS: In case anyone body is wondering, I got my Tumblr name from the song A Cause Des Garcons covered by Yelle.
This boy Franky sent me a couple more of his dick nicely locked away in the steelheart. It also looks like he’s got a rubber glove fetish.
Rule 34 on “two by two, hands of blue”? Firefly will never the same.
Sir would like to check Sir’s property, making sure it is treated properly, when slave is in the office. At 15th day from last cum, slave encounters random dripping in the office, even when Sir’s property is locked and out of slave’s reach.
Those people washing their hands have no idea this is happening just on the other side of that stall…
I looked up from my book at the half naked man in front of me. What a sight, naked and covered in freckles! I coaxed him over and take his soft cock in my hands and knead it with interest. I sighed in contentment as I felt the flesh tighten and swell under my administrations. The stranger groans and entwines his fingers in my hair. The person on the deck chair next to me starts watching me and reaches for his cock..
There’s dozens of secret, gay pool parties all over South Beach. I know where and when they all are because I’ve been coming here for fifteen years, the same two weeks every summer. I send the kids off to summer camp, kiss the wife good-bye, shut off my work phone, then hop on a plane for my “work sabbatical”. Over the years, the family has gotten postcards from Prague, Rome, Sydney, Aruba, Jakarta… but it’s a carefully constructed farce. I’ve never left the US once. I come to South Beach every year for two weeks to have gay sex in excess. Yep. From the time I land to the morning I leave, it’s cock, dick, and balls from sun-up to sun-down.
I love men, but I also like success. In the white, homophobic world of New England investment banking everything you eat, sleep, and breathe is a career move, and that includes marriage. My kids are 8 and 9 now. They might figure out that daddy’s secret, but my wife is pretty dense. I love them, yes, but every year it gets just a bit harder to leave South Beach… and every year I debate just staying here, splitting custody, and getting to play with naked studs by the pool every damn day until I die. What a life!
I reach around to squeeze a firm handful of this stranger’s ass and take his erection into my mouth. I push up his Tropical Heat shirt and run my hand over his chest as I suck. I love the musky scent of an aroused man, I love the way the vein throbs against my tongue, I love the small noises they make when I tongue the tip of their cock…perfection. The air is hot, I’m sweating, everything smells like suntan lotion and chlorine. This is heaven. Not Connecticut, not banking. Maybe this is the year. Maybe. I give his balls a squeeze. Oh fuck yes, he’s already coming.
“Good lord…” Master Hensely gently manipulates the boy’s cock. “The poor thing.” The slave whimpers in pain and trembles under the touches. “I bet he’s got enough Viagra in his system for a week. You got Master Crux under control?”
I walk in from the other room, winding spare rope around my hands, “I got him tied up pretty good. Got one of those Viagras he loves so much down his throat and a big ol dildo vibrating up his ass. He’ll be a pretty mess by the time the police get here–holy shit! Look at that bruising. Christ, he’ll be lucky if there isn’t permanent damage.”
Master Hensley wraps the slave in a blanket then picks him up in a princess carry, but he’s sobbing because his back is a mess and it hurts a great deal. “No …no I can’t leave the house he’ll punish me! Please no! Put me down!”
Master Hensley struggles to hold onto the lad and looks to me for help. “Calm yourself boy!”
I produce a rag and a small bottle of liquid from my utility belt and soak it. Once placed over the slave’s face, his body goes limp and heavy. He groans, but is otherwise silent. “That should do it, Master Hensley.”
“I’m most gracious. Now let’s get him out of here. His rehabilitator is waiting for our status.” He pauses to gaze lovingly at our latest rescue’s tear stained face, “It’s alright slave, it’s over now. We got you. Once you’ll recover, you’ll be placed with a good master who will take the best care of you.”
