shalb258:

Woof

Holy cow. I am becoming a Daddy. When did THAT happen? when did all this grey happen? When did my ass get so big? When did I stop wearing jock straps? I must be seriously getting old… fuck..

Art picked up his phone and texted one of his favorite sluts. “Hey Damien, am I too old? Will the gays think I’m creepy?”
Damien texted back: “???? Where is this coming from? Sure you’re a little silver, but you got this confident mature thing really works for you.”
“Really?”
“Uh duh. And besides, it’s only creepy when old dudes pretend they’re still 20. You don’t do that. You strut it.”
“Wow, thanks. You want a photo of me in my underwear?”
“Also duh. Also not in your underwear too…”
Art sent him both.
“Fuck you are so sexy Daddy. Would it be rude to invite myself over? I haven’t had sex in two days…”
“Never rude. Bring wine.”
“Mmm yes Daddy.”
Art gave himself another look in the mirror. “I could get used to being a Daddy.” He tossed the phone on the bed. Better go get the lube and condoms ready. Damien always wore him out.

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puphawaii:

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“Yeaaah no you’re not ‘suddenly going on a run’. You’re coming over here and sucking me off. Nuh nuh nuh!- no arguing. Your arguments always suck and you ran out of the good ones weeks ago. Get over here. And suck. My cock. It’s bursting out over here. Oh yeah. Yeaah that’s it. Good lad. Right there on the floor between my knees. Good boy. Trust me you’ll feel much better once it’s over, because you know you’ve made the right decision.

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“Paul?”

“What?” he grumped. He wouldn’t look at his friend.

“I’m not mad. I’m not upset with you for looking. It’s ok.”

“…You’re not going to beat me up?”

“Nah. I kind of uh, like it, that you look.”

Paul stared at his friend. “What?” He hissed.

“I said I don’t mind if you look.”

Paul looked around. “You’re going to get beat up if you talk like that!”

“Oh who cares? No one can hear us. We’ll all be naked when we go swimming anyway.”

“…That’s. Well.”

John began to giggle. “It’s so silly. If we swim naked, no one cares but if I tell you I like your arse when we’re dry it’s worth a beating?”

Paul cracked a smile. “It’s a little silly.”

“It is! Very silly. About as silly as us falling in mud earlier and dirtying our pants. Come on, let’s go to the waterhole now. Everyone’s ahead of us. I want to grill some hot dogs!”

“Coming!”

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wolfgangreborn:

It’s basically an invitation

“Oh hello honey.”
“Don’t mind me. Just doing a routine inspection and check.”
“A check? for what?”
“To make sure you still have a butt and it’s a nice butt. MMnn… mmn. Hm. Yep. Still there. All good.”
“Well that’s a relief. Thank you for your diligence in this relationship. I can’t see my butt and can’t check myself.”
“It’s my pleasure. Love ya.”
“Love you too babe.”

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Dave bounced on the tumbling floor of the gym, trying to loosen up his calves a bit. He watched Aaron walk to the mat wearing these pure white shorts that matched well with his peach skin and tousled red hair. The sun hit him just right as he stretched, throwing sunbeams against the curves of his muscles. Such health, such vigor…such glowing skin and bulging arms….
“Hey Dave, are you coming out for food n stuff afterwards?… Dave…? Buddy?”
Dave gulped. “Oh shit.”
Aaron looked confused. “What?”
“Oh fuck shit.”
“What??”
“I just realized I’m gay. Like totally gay.”
Aaron lowered his arms. He looked behind himself, then back at Dave. “What just happened here?”
“I don’t know. You just made me realize I’m gay.”
“I’m sorry what?”
“I don’t know. It just…hit me.” Dave looked at his hands. “Damn.”
“…You didn’t know? Buddy we all knew.”
it was Dave’s turn to stare. “I’m sorry what?”
“Dude you didn’t know?”
“You knew?”
“I thought you knew!” Aaron said.
“I didn’t!”
“Also what on earth brought this on?”
Dave blushed. “You and your…stretching thing.”
“Me?” he squeaked.
“Yeah.”
“Uh, thanks, I think?”
“I should be thanking you. I feel so much clarity right now.”
“Good for you buddy. Are you gonna use the floor or can I do some passes?”
Dave waved him into the mat. “Yeah go for it.” He went to sit down on the bench. “Hey Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you all know?”
Aaron grinned. “You stare at our butts more than the girls.”
Dave groaned and buried his face in his hands.

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Your pup has a habit of being way too social with strangers, so you had to secure him to the lockers in the gym while you went to exercise. You know exactly where he is, and that he’s not getting into trouble. You’re also pretty sure he’s getting lots of pets, scritches, and butt slaps, all of which he loves, so your boy enjoys your gym time and isn’t bored. Having a high-energy pup has been a challenge, but over-coming it together as a duo has improved your relationship.

Plus, your boy loves the reward of smelling your clothes when you’re off in the shower. Win/win.

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fuckmewhileyoucum:

FOLLOWING BACK EVERYONE JUST ASK

Like all good gay boys, Tanner had a variety of underwear in his drawer for many occasions – jockstraps to show off the ass (or ya know exercise), boxer briefs for work, silk pairs for slacks (no hems show through!), and swim wear. But it was pretty rare that Tanner had an actual reason to go shopping for something new – until now. Tanner’s boyfriend was taking him to White Party. He still couldn’t believe he was actually going, and going with Jakob at that. Tanner forgot sometimes that Jakob made baller money. All Tanner had to do was pay for his own flight. He felt like Cinderella going to the ball.  

Before this, Jakob had been a fuck buddy for almost a year, and Tanner had been so proud of himself to have a male friend just for sex. Wasn’t it mature? Sophisticated even? How cool was he that he could fuck without strings or shame? Especially since in high school and college Tanner had been just so infatuated with any hot man with a working dick that paid attention to him. Jakob was a sign for Tanner he was growing up.

Tanner didn’t expect the fling would go on for a year, or that both started getting jealous of the time each spent with other men. They were monogamous for now, but it was flexible. It was open. Tanner was kind of glad, because he had heard what happened at White Party stayed there. Palm Springs was like the Vegas for gays anyway wasn’t it?

Whatever it was, there would be a LOT of gay men there. The infamous pool parties would be a buffet of dicks and butts, and Tanner had to look perfect. He had to stand out from every other white twink – of which there would be a thousand – and make Jakob stay interested. This meant Tanner had to be sexy and stylish by the pool, and regular wear wasn’t going to cut it.

Still, with so many gay men in one place, there was a problem of probability. If Tanner bought a common brand of swim wear, there was a strong chance someone else would be wearing it. The first few stores he went to, Tanner did notice the same items appearing over and over. So he shifted to boutiques and found more of what he was looking for. On the verge of burn out, Tanner walked into a store called Fresh in West Hollywood and found what he was looking for in five minutes flat.

They were perfect. White was bold, but black was sexy. The black-out patch over his cock drew attention to it but said – you can’t have it! The stripes on the back though invited you to look and made his ass look wider. They teased. They flaunted. Tanner took a pair to the fitting room.

He shimmied out of his clothes, put on a thong (for sanitation, you know), and pulled on the swimming briefs. He held his breath as the elastic fabric slid over his ass. Tanner stared in the mirror.

Yes!

Tanner let his head roll back as he sighed in relief. The fit was perfect. Meant for him. Tanner turned in a circle. Jakob would love these! Tanner didn’t even care that they were $60. He looked fucking hot.

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flashdoggy:

Maybe I can entice Him to stay home today

“You can’t stay home? Well, can you be late for work? Maybe a mere hour late? I did just make fresh coffee downstairs, and I’m still warm from sleep…”
“Boy…” Sir says with the ‘warning tone’..
“Do you really want to be sitting your car in rush hour thinking of what you said no to?”
Sir raises an eyebrow. “You might want to watch your mouth boy.”
“If it were busy sucking you off, I wouldn’t be running it.”
Sir stares at his husband. He sets his briefcase on the floor and leans it against the wall. “Goddamn flawless bottom logic. Ok. An hour. Traffic will be better then anyway…”
A smile appears on his husband’s face. He pats his ass, and then the bed.

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“So…this is our new house.”
“Yep.”
“And our new bed.”
“Yep.”
“In a new city.”
“Yep.”
“In a new state.”
“Yep.”
“A new chapter in our married life together.”
“Yep.”
“How did we both forgot to buy the sheets for our new queen bed?”
“I think cause we only thought of it during sex, and when we had sex, we were thinking of other important things.”
“Oh. Probably. ….We need a new reminder though for when I go shopping later.”
“Oh. Good idea. I remember where I packed the lube if that helps?”
“It does, actually. Do you know where we put a notepad?”
“Nope.”
“Hm. Sex it is then.”
“Afraid we must.”
“Indeed.”

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flashdoggy:

domgayhusbands:

Never forget who your King is- the Head of the Household, the Man in the relationship, your Protector, your Owner… your Husband.

But…..where’s the dog?

The pup is out of frame, curled up next to its Masters’ bed on its own cushion, half in a doze. The yard was purged of squirrels this morning, and so he needs to refill his energy to play later and beg for scraps while the Masters make lunch.

Tomorrow the pup has to go upon the silly business of putting on clothes and pretending to be a human at this boring place called an office. But now? Now things were good. Lazy Sundays were always good.

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