You know why I have to punish you roughly. Tell me you know. Tell me you want me to punish you. Tell me I have I be rougher than I was previously. Tell it, boy, with your breathless horny tone of voice.
(Model is Michael Camiloto.)
You know why I have to punish you roughly. Tell me you know. Tell me you want me to punish you. Tell me I have I be rougher than I was previously. Tell it, boy, with your breathless horny tone of voice.
(Model is Michael Camiloto.)
Damn! you are so tight…
Josh was 35 years old and just lost his job in the ongoing double recession. The only job he could secure to support his family of five was that of a person secretary.
But everybody wanted a female secretary, even at the company where he is presently working, his boss, a young entrepreneur fresh out of business school, though impressed by his work experience and references wanted a female secretary.
Josh tried his best to convince that he can do anything that a female secretary can do. The previous interviewers were not so candid with him, but here Richard (the young entrepreneur) told him point blank that he wants to hire Josh but a female secretary can fulfill his sexual needs too.
Josh sat there and thought about his options for a minute, this could be his last interview and he need this job. He asked Richard what if he does everything that a female secretary will do? Richard was taken aback by the question.
He could sure use a man of his experience and won’t mind fucking him as he has fucked may juniors in college. Plus Josh is a family man and would be a virgin for sure. The thought of fucking a virgin ass gave Richard a raging hard-on. He hired Josh on the spot.
It was on his third day at office when Richard asked Josh to wait till after everyone is gone. He fucked Josh on his own desk, right under the CCTV camera surveillance. By tomorrow everyone from security personnel to janitors knew what male secretaries are for!
Rudolf Nureyev, one of the most talented dancers of the 20th century. Fled the communist Soviet Union in 1961 in order to practice his art. Died on 6 January 1993, nine years after testing positive for HIV.
Poor baby. Dance was his life, and he risked it to dance. He was born a nobody in Siberia and died a legend in Paris. Shame that what cut his life short was one, fleeting moment of pleasure in the bedroom without a condom.
The Freckled One.
Robert Fairchild, Principal Dancer @ New York City Ballet, by Dana Scruggs
Dancer’s calves.
From a beautiful, beautiful set of photos titled ‘Bolshoi Theater’, photographed by Benjamin Alexander Huseby for Acne paper nº 12, the youth issue, summer 2011.
http://www.benjaminhuseby.com/
(Quick late night ballet reblogs before the weekend.)
“I’m hooome.” I close the door behind me and shuck off my shoes. Nothing. “Jude? Is anyone home?” I call out, setting down my briefcase and loosening my tie. The car is in the driveway.
Jude sticks his head down the stairwell and then jogs down to give me a welcome-home kiss. “Oh my god I am so glad to seee you, Jesus Christ. Things are insane around here! We went out for food at this bistro after the dentist appointment at 2, but Dominic got food poisoning and so he’s in bed resting and not doing his homework, but Anna has got the crazies and is making a mess up there with her toys. The dog hasn’t been walked, the cockatiel’s cage needs to be cleaned, someone’s been drawing on the bathroom walls again, and I *still* haven’t made dinner. Dominic says he’s not eating ever again, but Anna wants franks and beans but I forgot buy beans and-”
“Woah woah woah!” I laugh, “Slow down, sloow down. Come here. Deep breath.” I kiss him slowly and pull him into a hug. “Breathe.”
“But Anna-”
“Let her destroy the house. Messes can be picked up. Goo-gone and paint will fix the walls. Dominic is resting. We can order pizza. I’ll take care of the pets.”
“Nnng fine.” He nuzzles my neck and clings to me, rocking with me for several moments until the mania passes. “You smell nice. It makes me horny.”
“You bought me this cologne for Christmas.”
“Oh that’s why I bought it,” he chuckles.“
"Are you ok now?” I inquire.
He puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “Yeah, I’ll live. I’m fine. Pizza sounds great, actually.”
“…Jude?”
“Yeah?”
“Where are your clothes?”
“Oh remember how I said Dominic got food poisoning? Yeah he barfed all over me. I never got dressed.”
I shake my head. “Man, makes my day sound dreadfully boring by comparison. I thought I’d top your day with my epic tale of a jammed printer and our boss falling asleep during an important meeting.”
The corners of Jude’s mouth turn up. “Oh I definitely want to hear the epic tale of the printer, you know how I get about toner.”
I laugh and kiss him again, then add in a low voice. “Oh baby, the toner was everywhere.”
“Oh baby.” Jude wiggles his eyebrows at me, plucking at my jacket lapels, making me grin.
“DADDYYYYYYYYY!”
I look up in time to see a 7 year old ball of energy shimmying down the stairs at lighting speed. I barely have enough time to kneel down to catch her before I’m nearly knocked on my ass.
“Hey there sweetie! Daddy tells me you’ve been quite busy today.”
“I built a city! and Dominic puked! It was gross! I built a cities for ponies! Come see Papa come see!”
Jude gestures in Anna’s direction. “You see what I mean? It’s like she had three Redbulls and six cups of coffee.”
“She’s seven. That’s her default status.” I pick her up and set her on my hip. “Go shower and get dressed, love. Go order dinner. I’ll take the kids for a walk with the dog, and when I come back we’ll eat ok? I’ll clean the tiel cage later.”
Jude looks relieved to have someone else in control for once. “I will do exactly that.” He steals another kiss from me. “Thank you.”
“Of course, love.” I start up the stairs then glance over my shoulder as he trails behind me, “Oh and Jude, while you’re in the shower, get really really clean.” I wink.
He lights up and bites his lip. “Promise? It’s been a week.”
“Dadddyyyyyyyyyyy.”
“Alright, we’re going baby. And yes Jude, I promise. You’re gonna feel it for another week after.”
I’m more than pleased to see him blush.
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Text is fictional. Men are Harry Louis and Hugo Martin from Lucas Entertainment, from the series Trapped in the Game. Source is the Lucas blog.
“Ohhh fuck yeah, I’m in! – It’s in, it’s in, god baby you swallowed me right to the hilt,” I purr.
“Ah–ow ow! Nng!” he crunches his face up.
“Shit, that was a bit fast wasn’t it? Are you ok, babe?”
“Yeah just…nnng,,” he holds his breath for a long moment and releases it, panting softly. “Gimme a sec. You’re in. You’re actually in me. I ..can feel you, it feels huge.”
I smile. “You flatter me. Are you in pain?”
“No just…I need a moment to adjust. Feels good. Feels hot.” He pulls my face close and kisses me.
I return it slowly while watching his face contort. I can feel him clench and squeeze around me, making my dick swell even more. “Relax, just relax. You feel amazing, babe, like this thick velvety glove around me.” I nuzzle his face, nose to nose. “Can you feel it too?”
“Oh yeah…I can feel it throbbing, the pulse. I do that to you?”
“Yeah babe you do,” I chuckle. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too – there’s no one else I’d trust to do this with. God you feel so huge! Fuuu. There. It – …it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. Feels…kinda good, actually, to be full.”
“I can start moving?”
“Fuck yeah,” he replies, getting bold.
I capture his mouth in my own and pull out before pushing back into his body, pressing him against the cool glass of the window. A groan spills from his throat as his ass pulls me in. His swollen cock poking into my stomach dribbles pre-cum down the shaft with every thrust.
I waited two years for him to be ready for intercourse. I used to curse the days I was horny and had nothing to put my dick in, but I’d just tell myself it’d be worth it one day to wait for him. He had to be ready, he had to be horny, he had to offer himself to me; if I rushed it, I would spoil the moment and it’d be lost forever. I’m so glad I waited. My virgin lover has become a man today, not because I was horny, but because he asked me to make him one. He is spread open and hard for me, and taking him is as sweet as I always feverishly fantasized it would be.
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Text is fictional. Photo comes from Mr. Jones Films, and the men are Brandon Jones And Dominic Pacifico. More pictures and trailers at an unofficial link here. Original website is flash, so I can’t direct link, but it’s here.
Enjoying one more round of carefree sex before our lives change forever. One more Sunday wasted indoors, tangled in each-other’s limbs, twisted up in stained sheets, kissing each other like we’re starved for love. One more day with no responsibilities or cares in the world, but when the next orgasm is coming. I crave the wonderful warmth of his cock pressed against mine, his blood throbbing in his veins, the taste of his skin. I get high off his laugh, his smile.
Tomorrow, we bring the baby home from the hospital. We stop being Jake and Evan and start being Papa and Daddy to a little girl whose family cannot take care of her. The first Monday of the rest of our lives. 18 years, at least, with another body in this house needing our attention. Having a baby will strain our relationship and push us to the brink of frustration, but I know when that happens I’ll remember this Sunday and how much I fuckin’ love him and everything will be alright.
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Text is fictional.
How to Tie “Flogging Cuffs” – © KnottyBoys
Impressive.
If there was a college class about this, I would take it.
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How many my bottom boys know the feeling that goes with that face?!
The key to bliss is shaped like a cock.