Circus Men…
Visited by cupid, dressed in blue and white for the winter.
(Photographed by Justin Monroe.)
Tag: dat body
I want to source this, but I can’t remember where it’s from 🙁 It does not belong to me, however.
As a little boy growing up in England, all Thad wanted was to run away to the jungle and be like Tarzan. No more homework. No more oatmeal. No one stiff church clothes. When Thad got older, he eventually accepted it was far too late to be raised by apes… and he was far too spoiled by modern life to stick it out in the brutal untamed wilderness. So, Thad did the next best thing – he joined the circus. Got the same reaction from his mother and everything.
(Post is fictional; this is American model Apollo Bird.)
Friedemann Vogel for a fashion campaign
That sash of fabric doesn’t look it could hold his weight, yet he looks so elegant.
He didn’t know I was awake yet. I hadn’t moved, still curled up with mt sheets and my pillow. From my vantage point, I had an excellent view of my boy dressed in his minimal uniform. He was so lovely all back-lit from the morning light, clutching the muslin curtains as he murmured his daily affirmation under his breath: “I am a good boy. I will serve today with respect and dignity. I will uphold Sir’s rules and orders and maintain his household. He has chosen me for this position and he loves me. I will not disappoint him.” He punctuated his little speech with a slow exhale.
I was smiling like an idiot into my pillow. He really makes me so happy, how seriously he takes this. I couldn’t wait to kiss him good morning.
Is there a black-rumped swan? Cause there is now. Wow.
in the spirit of the season i wish you the fun and the joys of unwrapping whatever horny fantasies you may wish to have in the days ahead.
thank you for following me and best wishes for 2014.
Why on Earth does Mattel not sell a Holiday Ken doll like this? Someone should submit this exact idea to them.
Happy Holidays and New Year, bondcyberrole.
Vinicius S.
When you’re down at his feet, you can only gaze up in reverence at a true master of the stage.
(Wish I could find more information on this dancer. He looks killer sexy in black leggings and a bulge. This is it for late night dance reblogs tonight~)
Taavi jolted in bed up right, clasping his sheets to his chest. He felt something warm and wet between his legs and a quick peek confirmed he’d ejaculated in his sleep. He touched the wet fluid in muzzy confusion – he hadn’t had a wet dream in years. Why was he dreaming of Ivar? And why was he naked? They were doing something in the dream… he was touching Ivar, undressing him, and pleasuring him with his mouth and fingers… Taavi shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. No no, it couldn’t be possible. He has a girlfriend. Ivar had been his best friend since they were 5. Why was he dreaming of his cock? He collapsed back in bed, deciding to worry about the sheets later. It had been a truly lovely dream though… and the more he lingered, the more he began to wish he’d get back to it…
Dancing in the rain …in his birthday suit??
Photo by Walter Kurtz.