My ass is yours 😉
You guys need to go check out this boy’s blog and follow him immediately. All he posts is shots of his cute little backside, with plenty of teaser shots of his cock too. Someone needs to go find him and breed him, cause he clearly wants and needs it.
Deserted house today meant I could play with my tail for a longer period of time. Wish I had someone to collar me and hold my leash.
Poor puppy, all alone. Someone needs to adopt him.
The white rumped warbler is an unusual species in where the male seduces other males for the attention of females. During mating season, the more submissive warbler will seduce a potential mate through dance by gyrating and by lifting his rear up and down. The blue bib on its back draws the eye from the shoulders down the spine; as the skin ripples from movement, it mesmerizes other males. When the warbler flashes his white rump at his suitor, it indicates that the suitor has pleased him and wishes for his attention. If interested back, the suitor will go into a frenzy at being shown a glimpse of the warblers sex organs and will push him down, cover him with his body, and mate with him vigorously.
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Text is fictional, imagine David Attenborough saying it anyway.
Muscle boy presenting his pussy. Daddy makes me do this sometimes. It always makes me feel so hot and dirty…and hungry for a deep breeding
I intended to drop the mail on the counter, but missed it entirely and it all scattered on the floor. “Woah JJ, what are you doing?”
He whimpered; when he spoke his voice was honeyed and sultry, “I want you to fuck me…please. I’m so horny, I can’t stand it any longer. Been thinking of you all day, in those hot suits you wear. I worked myself over with my fingers but I’m so frustrated.”
“Jonas you’re my roommate surely you have a boyfriend…”
“You’ve fucked five different guys this week and I hear them all through the walls, why don’t you want my pussy?”
I exhale slowly. I set my briefcase on the floor next to the mail and loosen my tie. Why have I never noticed how cute his butt is before? I can see his hole twitching from here. He’s been fucked before and needs it again.
“But it’ll change our relationship as roommates. After this you’ll just be one of my conquests…is that want you want?” I ask, cupping his left asscheek in my hand. JJ arches into the touch like a cat, complete with a low purr.
“I’ve been wanting you since day one! You’re the alpha of the apartment…you’ve fucked in every room but mine. Fuck I want to be one of yours…please, I’m begging you, I’m so hard just thinking about it.”
“Just a fuck?” I repeat
“Yes just a fuck please! Nothing more, just your cock please!”
I lingered a moment then unzipped. JJ groaned in anticipation. After I located a condom and lube, I pushed his face into the pillow and gave him the rough fucking he wanted. All that fingering had opened him up and my cock fit snugly into his writhing body. He pulled me in, created this vacuum. I was still in my work clothes because I thought this would be quick, but JJ made it last. Sweat began to form around my temples from pounding him so hard. The orgasm was secondary to him; what he needed was to be taken.
It took a couple of strong, jack-hammer thrusts to trigger his orgasm. JJ’s body went vice tight around me, his wet dick I was stroking gushed fluid all over my hand.The pillows muffled most of his cries. I bent over and bit into his shoulder as I filled the condoms, pushed up balls deep against his body.
After we spent our seed, I listened to JJ pant as if he’d just run a mile. Once my lungs caught up, I slide out and examined the mess while I tied off the condom. “You’re a better fuck than you look.” I set the condom on his ass, then without another word, I pick up my briefcase and went to my room to set it down and have a shower, leaving JJ to bask in the after glow.
Folsom Berlin 2013
Hihi that’s my ass on the right side off the picture 🙂
One big happy family.
It can’t be a coincidence my new undies arrived at the exact same moment I reached 5000 followers, right? ^^
I love you all! x
Congrats on 5K! Powder blue is a good hue for you.
Won’t you come to bed with me? Won’t you? Won’t you caress me, squeeze my shoulder, let your gaze roam my flesh? I can’t say anything that would convey how much I want you to come over here, how much I want you to express my semen from my body. I’m too shy anyway, to ask, so I have to show you instead. Am I not desirable enough, with my young face some partners have called “handsome”? Is my ass not rotund enough, or plentiful enough? Have those hours at the gym been for nothing, do you not notice my waist or the way my back muscles roll under my skin? I even got a pedicure, no thick callouses on my feet to scrape against the sheets, nails clean and scrubbed.
My body language says “I’m offering myself to you”, don’t you see? I’m spread wide open for you, accessible, eager. I’ve lifted my hips just forward enough to tease you by offering just a glimpse of my masculinity between my legs. My balls are full and low enough to rest on the mattress. Don’t they beg for a hand? Your dark hands would also look so artistic gliding over my ass, wouldn’t they?
I’ve picked this room on purpose. It’s so sterile and white, the sheets bleached and the walls scrubbed. I might be white but against the colorless palate I nearly glow, a sign of health and warmth. Aren’t I inviting? Won’t you please come over here? I’m too shy to ask…but I want you, more than breathing or eating. For years, I’ve wanted you, my eternal crush. Please… I beg with my eyes. I hold my breath.
He seems frozen in the doorway, momentarily stunned by my presence. My chest is starting to burn from lack of oxygenated air. Finally, finally he lets go of the doorknob and begins to walk over to me. I exhale so quickly I’m afraid I’ll pass out. He approaches me and strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers. I kiss his thumb, giving him another look of hope.
“You waited for me?” he asks, barely audible.
I nod.
“Through Hal and Scott and Lars, you waited?”
I nod.
He kisses the top of my head. “Thank you,” he whispers, then goes to lock the door.
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Text is fictional.
I stop dead in my tracks when I walk into the bedroom; he’s obviously on the edge of heat. I watch him writhe in silence on the bed while I undo my tie. “Hmmm….you…want me to do laundry?”
“No!”
“Give you a spanking?”
“Noooo!”
“You …like the new sheets I bought?”
“ARG! Get over here and fuck me!”
“mm no I’m not sure that’s what you really want.”
“Why are you torturing me?” he whimpers.
I begin to unbutton my shirt. “Because…I think you want more than a fuck. I think you want to be tied to the bed, edged, have your balls smacked, and then slowly slowly fucked until you go crazy. But I just can’t tell.”
He keens out into the pillow. “Fuuuck yeah I want that.”
“Mm still not sure.”
He gives me this murderous look, then stomps to the closet. He returns with the rope, a paddle, lube, a feather, and vibrating dildo and dumps them all on the bed with a huff.
I grin. “Oh noooow I understand. See, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?”
He throws a pillow at me. “Get those pants off or I’m taking them off.”
“Tsk tsk…bossy bottom. Do we need to get you a gag too?” I ask.
“Oh you are so infuriating!”
“Yes, but you love me. Now, be a good boy, and finish undressing me.”
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Text is fictional. The gif I think came from peterfever.com.
I love my man. We just had amazing sex. He was frustrated from work, I was bored and horny from being home all day – no college classes today. We went right from dinner to the bedroom. He was tender to me, careful not to hurt me, but at the same time tempestuous and domineering. I love post-sex cuddles, but he’s biologically programmed to pass out immediately after. At first I resented for this, blamed him for spoiling the mood, but I was a fool.
Even though my balls are empty, my head is a fuzzy mess still running on the last smoldering embers from our lovemaking. Turns out I wanted nothing more to just lie here and enjoy him in a private way. To be honest, I find it a little bit sexy that he just passes out like this. It’s so feral and masculine, the way he just dumps his seed and goes to bed now that his important task of claiming me is finished. Big man like him needs his rest so he can go back to supporting us tomorrow.
Yes, I’m truly content to just rest here next to him, listening to him breathe, watching his chest expand with each breath. He has a beautiful body and a great butt, but as a bottom I only see it in the shower. Despite his swagger and confidence, he is secretly nervous about how bottoms see him, especially those that become lovers. He gets defensive and shy when he catches me ogling him in the bathroom or when he changes. He obsesses over his weight and the perfect balance of “bulking up” and “ketoing”. Since he’s unconscious, I get full insider access to him without the risk of him getting skittish and bolting like a deer in the road.
I had a thought the other day during one of these cuddle sessions, when I was caressing and exploring the terrain of his tree trunk thighs – that it’s almost like getting to see the workings of a great machine. Under this gently curved skin are the thick cords of muscles that allow him to fuck me the way he does. Sure his big dick is what prods my prostate and makes me gasp, but those toe-curling thrusts are all due to the power of his muscles and tendons expanding and contracting around his bones.
I stay up sometimes an hour or more, falling in love with every tiny little part of him that works behind the scenes. The knuckles of his fingers allow him to grip my aching cock. His eyelids keep his dark brown eyes moist. His stubby toes allow him to dig into the mattress and get some real traction. Each little vertebrae in his spine flexes so he can bend over me and kiss my cheek while starting his thrusts. So many little parts of him… I wonder if I’ll ever learn them all, but there will be many more nights like this – he’s horny, I’m horny, he passes out. I find this thought comforting.
When I say I love my man, I mean it… I love the man, every single thing about him.
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Text is fictional. Boys are Kris Evans and Marcel Gassion of Bel Ami.