Northern Ballet dancer Tobias Batley as The Prince in David Nixon OBE’s new ballet of Cinderella.
Photo Emma Kauldhar.
You could crush walnuts with that ass. What a tremendous display of power and strength.
Tag: dat body
Craving your attention.
Dane Hurst in Marguerite Donlon’s “Labyrinth of Love”
Rambert Dance Company (UK)
Jb Dubs is the musical project of Boston Ballet dancer James Whiteside. To unwind from his rigorous career, James enjoys creating fun upbeat music; he also choreographs and creates sexy music videos for his tracks. James is openly gay and is a very confident man.
This is the music video for “I Hate My Job”. Even if the song isn’t your cup of tea, you should watch it on mute just for the legs. Oh the legs! Three pairs of sculpted, sexy dancer legs in striking red heels with no pants in the way. Fierce as hell. By the way – check the recommended videos afterwards, there’s bloopers.
(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
someone touch me or something idk i’m nude
I expect if I smacked that ass it would jiggle like Jell-o.
I’m cuddling a weird plushie panda cause i have no one to cuddle with
Will someone please go to Italy and cuddle him ASAP?
He wasn’t expecting me back so soon from my jog – and I hadn’t intended to be back this early, except I was sure I’d sprained my ankle. The sight of him gyrating in our bedroom took all the pain away as the blood making my ankle swell shot back up my leg to my crotch. Javier was lost in the music. He had the most incredible hips, this tiny little hourglass waist and a big hunky torso, pythons for biceps, a very kissable mouth.
When I saw him dance like this, it reminded me that I was dating a stripper and a go-go boy. Well, no, I’m not dating that boy. I’m dating Javier. That boy flirts and reveals his gorgeous body and cut cock to strangers, he lets them grope his ass and shove money into his underwear – but I get to fuck Javier. I get to cuddle with him, I get to encourage him to give me roadhead when we’re stuck in traffic. I get to see this candid side of him in my bedroom.
The state of my cock is obvious in my loose running shorts. Javier’s own cargo shorts fall to the floor and he steps out of them, wiggling in a circle. When Javier rotates towards me, he sees me and startles, clutching his chest in momentary panic. My faces contorts in sheepish guilt. He rips out the earbuds.
“Shit, you scared the fuck outta me! I thought you was on a jog, baby!”
“Sorry! Sorry hot thing, I was. I twisted my ankle and decided to just come home. Please don’t stop, you’re so fucking sexy.”
Javier glanced at my foot hovering a little off the ground, but quickly he was distracted by my boner. “I did that to you?”
“Fuck yeah you did, shake your ass for me, hot thing.”
He grinned and his persona slipped out. He put his earbuds back in and danced for me. I began to play with myself as Javier shimmied and shook his butt to a song I couldn’t even really hear. I knew what he was listening to though because Javier translated it perfectly with his body.
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Text is fictional. No idea who this is.
Artist: Mirko Köckenberger
Photo by Robert Pater
Here’s something you haven’t seen before. Mirko is a handstand artist. You read that right – his specialty is performing and posing on his hands. Translation: you could break a 2×4 over his abs. He has a Vimeo channel with only one short video, but Youtube provided some more interesting things like this. He hails from Germany, and his website is here.
Not exactly a ballet dancer; more of a circus thing, really, but that photo is too gorgeous not to reblog before I go to bed.
An amalgamation of alabaster, ruby, and grace.
(Source. “New Zealand School of Dance student Kase Craig was awarded second place in the National Ballet Award.”)
Being in prison is not fun. The food is awful, it reeks, fresh air is a high priced commodity. Some snitch ratted me out for attempted murder of our guild’s leader, but I don’t regret it. That man was evil. He stole from his own business, funded corrupt politicians, underpaid his staff, beat his wife, and ignored his children. He tried to rape my best friend, who is also a high end call girl, and that’s what I had enough. I snapped. It’s a shame he lived. My trial is in eleven days, but I’m sure I’ll get out – or escape if I’m sent to jail. My crew was loyal, they’ll come through for me.
That said, my time in prison hasn’t been entirely awful. One of the guards here is sex on legs. He’s a young man, with lush dark hair, gorgeous rippling muscles, long legs poured into calfskin boots, and his torso is often naked except for his codpiece. Getting to look at his ass makes the days past faster. Sometimes when he walks by with the whip, it turns me on so much that I have to masturbate.
It didn’t take long for him to notice my attention towards him. Sometimes, late at night, he’ll come down here to check on things when it’s dark and most everyone is asleep. He’ll come up to my cell, unstrap his codpiece, and press his cock through the bars for me to suck. It’s thick and meaty, and I’m always hungry for it. He grunts and his eyes roll back into his head as I swallow him and all his cum. He likes having a cock sucker, I can tell. He shows it in other ways though – fresh bread instead of stale. Clean water. Ripe fruit that I share with everyone. My birthday passed while I was incarcerated and that devil even smuggled in a piece of apple tart!
Perhaps I am falling in lust, or in love with this guard. I’m rather happy I have eleven more days of our forbidden relationship to enjoy. I often wonder, if I get out, if our relationship would still be the same. I would still get on my knees, push his studded codpiece aside, and suck his cock anyway…but he wouldn’t have the bars to hold onto. I would still let him chain me to the wall though.
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Text is fictional. Source is Iván García Fuentes for The Fetish Glam Collection 2013. Alan Millan is the photographer.
Photographer: Izzy Berdan
Model: Aaron Foster
Nathansummers.tumblr.com
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I’m technically cheating here. This is supposed to be late night ballet reblogs, but Aaron’s a body piercer and male model. This photoshoot is too gorgeous not to reblog though. Oh, and look closely, he has white tattoos on his face and he had his nipples removed o_o. Aaron’s Tumblr is here.