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Thinking about getting this! 😊
Would look sexy AF in it! Comes in Red, White, & Black. Leaning getting the black one!
Comes with matching g-string, so I can wear with or without it! 😉
As you can see, kind of sheer! So if I wear this minus the matching g-string & go completely naked underneath, would def leave little to the imagination! 😊
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Way of the Torso where all the inner juices come pouring out. Either men are being released of their creative power and being energize, there's nothing in the world like seeing the volcano erupt!!!
This guy gets his torso emptied. The veins are popping especially from his cock. Take a look.
Jean is incredibly shredded mature man which is filled with veins from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, literally. the way he twist his torso makes you want to give it up!!!! Abundantly!!!! LMAO!!! Hahaha.....enjoy!
This guy makes me hard every time I see this video because the one place I love to fuck and hump and have humped and fucked is the stomach or abs area of men's body. And I am not alone. Many guys love to lick, suck, and fuck this area and it is because the area signifies the power center of a man and we know this instinctively just like we know instinctively that sucking or having a man's penis in our mouth or in our ass signifies receiving his strength and power!!! So, Enjoy receiving this guy's power. Drain him honey!!!
Here he is again....really flexing and breathing out so you can see the veins popping out on his Torso especially, his waist and abs.....guys I get hard every time I see him do this.
Chocolate men...I can't get enough with...not easy to get them....Like trying to catch Catfish....you just gotta wait until the chocolate comes to you...and when they do...they will probably look like Clarence....start eating.
Dexter with his humble self is really one of my favorite Muscle gods. He doesn't talk to you...he shows you and then you respond. I like that. I like the manly and veins in his neck, traps. shoulders, biceps, triceps, forehead, and chest. He sells videos of himself a little more private for $40 to $50 bucks. I definitely plan on getting a least 1 video. I think you will like him.😊
Getting a video will help him pay for his training and equipment because it is expensive doing bodybuilding.
Cannot have a veiny torso if you don't have a veiny cock.....
I simply veiny abs. It is one of my favorite hot spots on men's body that I pay a lot attention to....and this guy had my eyes popping out and tongue hanging.
This young man Shotti has gone through a lot being overweight for so many years. Through working out and breathing exercises, he created a slender more shredded body that you can see the evidence it here with the shape of his torso and the veins popping out of his abs.
Shotti is working out his biceps to get bulk and bulging veins.....Check him out!
These are the next muscle gods of men in 2020........these are the most shredded men in 2020 working out, flexing, posing, and popping out their veins for you.....many have worshipers and now you will see why.
From Shredded Nation, Tarzan A.K.A. J. Darwish appears.....doing his Tarzan exercises and acrobatics. The hair alone is sexy enough for me.....wow. Take a look.
I almost put this video into the "Lower Body of The gods" section....but since it features jerking off on veiny abs...this section made sense. Wow....this one is short and HOT!!!! Especially if you like mature men cumming. Take a look.
And this young muscle god stud jerks off on his muscular powerful abs. Take a look.
I could not resist....this video almost did not make it to this section because it is a tease but the tease makes or triggers you to cum and it is what folks are doing in these times since social gatherings are out. You got to order in and the close-up shots are really good! Take a look.
Muscle worship in a hot sauna. This is the video with sounds and reaction that triggers one to cum. Take a look.
This video has a person in it that reminds of my past husband who came like him...almost same groans. Take a look.
Then there are some men so talented and so full of cum and young that they can manipulate themselves to cum without someone touching them or even touching themselves. We call it SM circles. "Surrender." And this one really surrenders himself to you.
And this daddy knows how to cum...take a look.
Brown Sugar man giving you his sweet milk from his brown sugar cane.....take a look.
Another Superman type of muscle god to worship. If you can get through the first 15 minutes without jerking off, than something is not working for you. Need to check your cock out. lol....anyway ...take a look. This Paco a.k.a. Superman. The real deal!!!
This muscle god works out for you and cums for you. Take a look.
My man....Fitman_dan is back showing off his rock hard shredded abs......for your and mine pleasure only
My Boi Sebastian showing his muscles and veins popping out.....take a look.
Tomorrow marks my 44th birthday (yikes, I'm really that old?!)! Although I'll have some low-key fun, this does raise the question of how to handle this day next year, since my bottom surgery will take place on March 3rd (and I can hardly wait!!!!!!). So do I: (i) still celebrate Dec 1 after this year, (ii) celebrate both Dec 1 and March 3, or (iii) just March 3? (Personally, I think (ii) is the best option). 🙂
I'm sorry to say it's another rerun from the archives... I'm working on something new so thank you for your patience and for reading my blogs...In 1966 there was a movie starring Natalie Wood and Robert Redford based on a story by Tennessee Williams called This Property Is Condemed, about life in the south during the depression and the physical and emotional effects of abandonment, abuse and neglect... the story and movie as you may guess is not an uplifting one and (spoiler alert) there not a happy ending... but with it began my fascination with abandoned places.... and in particular places that used to be grand and opulent.Because I like to imagine the lives that were once lived there... the holidays and parties, celebrations and also the sorrow and tragedy... The question I always ask is... was it abandoned because of neglect or abuse or a disaster natural or otherwise... because no one just walks away from places like this and moves on because they are not in the right place?... or do they? I've always said it's very psychologically damaging to live in a hated home... I've said here before no one runs away from or can break up a happy home... but this seems a bit extreme.Part of the beauty I've found in my travels around the world is there are houses and churches and temples that have stood the test of time of war and peace and everything that comes in between and they are still inhabited and functioning... and there are also the ruins of ancient civilizations that are respected and revered for what they represented in the past and what they contribute to the present and hopefully the future.But what about the other places like a shopping mall...You can imagine the crowds busy shopping for the holidays and girls going to buy a dress to go to the prom... and the buzz of everyday life in almost any suburban town.Does a mall become abandoned because the economy of the town can no longer support it?... was a bigger and better mall built? ... was it built on a radioactive land fill?... Because the people who live near this mall in Akron Ohio still shop for gifts and they still go to dances and such... in this case it closed due to declining consumer traffic and Amazon is planning to build a large 700,000 square foot facility that will replace the Rolling Acres Mall.In the case of Grossinger's resort in New York...it was a matter of changing times and tastes and a world with more mobility and choices. Grossinger's earned a place in history as the first ski resort to use artificial snow. In my opinion because it was part of the "Borscht Belt" of resorts that catered primarily to jewish clientele from New York City... as time went by many did not want to be pigeon holed by what it seemed to represent and preferred to go to Aspen or Vail instead. It was Grossinger's that was used as the inspiration for the movie Dirty Dancing...The end of the demolition was completed in 2018!This gymnasium near Pittsburgh... I can almost hear the sounds of games won and lost and the cheers and sighs from the crowds of fans... I have no details on this or of the following two images but I want to be optimistic that they paved the way for something better than an Amazon facility...The abandoned homes are of the most interest to me... because twice in my life I've lived in them... once in Italy I was staying in a villa owned by the family of a friend and they wanted someone on the premises to thwart vandals or vagrants who might choose to move in until it was sold.The other time was a beautiful house in St. Thomas that was changing ownership and they wanted me there for the same reason to keep everything running and in order until the sale was complete.I'm happy to say that this property still exists and is currently a Bed & Breakfast... what both of these experiences had in common was that I was living in large home mostly devoid of any furniture... or much of anything for that matter... I had a wonderful kitchen in both and laundry facilities and in St. Thomas had my own private swimming pool. It was rather eerie in both especially on certain dark and stormy nights... but I often walked around and pictured in my mind what they had been like in their original glory!All of these forgotten places have a story, some are more steeped in history and passion than others... if you have time take a few minutes to learn more about the haunted Hotel Del Salto in Bogota Columbia.Of all the places I've been or even the places I want to go to... you know you are where you are supposed to be when you wake up in a place and everything feels right... your thoughts are positive and your vision for the future is clear... you are at peace with where you have been and where you are headed... finding that place is not always easy but it's easy to know when you are not there and it's time to move on... One of the most important aspects of being an adult is taking care of yourself and your surroundings so that you and it does not fall into disrepair...I think that is probably the biggest reason why places and people are abandoned... to start it's important to self-heal and any relationship that needs mending that you want to take with you on the journey.On a side note... since New Year's Day Marlon Brando has been on my mind for some reason... there was a point in time I would have tangoed in Paris or almost anything, anytime anywhere with him... My early infatuation of him grew into a deep respect that I have had for no other celebrity (although it took me a couple of days to get there) after he refused to accept his award from The Academy Of Motion Picture Arts And Sciences in 1973... If you don't know the story look it up. It was really my first real experience of understanding the difference between vain and shallow pursuits and doing the right thing...He was nominated for Last Tango In Paris in 1972 and should have won because it was the best performance of his life... if not of all time in Hollywood... but he made choices that he knew would have ramifications in the future... and he held tight to his principles. I'm not saying there were no elements of neglect or abuse and abandonment... but it appears at least on the surface... he quite simply walked away on his own terms and took the responsibility to live with the consequences...but like almost everything I'm sure there is so much more to his story than what we can see between the shadow and the act and what others have shared.One of my all time favorite photos... my homage to Mr Brando is that my mantra this year is going to be... " Don't bring me down with your bourgeois hangups!"I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday and I wish you all the best and want thank you in advance for joining me in my journey!
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let others know that the portion of a revised/new website for an organization that pays a wild and wooly $100 a month
can not do because the incompetent in charge created such an incoherent navigation that NONE of the linkage was supposed to fix can be fixed because the meni is completely wrong
the incompetent created new programs THAT DO NOT EXIST!
the incompetent has - in the menu - that certain programs are unique to this organization
AND THAT IS PROVABLY and RADICALLY untrue
so untrue that the statement exposes the organization to lawsuits
so the ceo has "agreed" to allow the revised/new site to be "finished" in december as opposed to this week
so the incompetent CLAIMS " won't get any blame here. the incompetent will accept all fault on all delays"
strongly suspects that this is actually an attempt to ultimately take full credit for setting things correctly
because others have stepped in to say "ummm....the navigation is incoherent. it is flat out wrong! who did this? the incompetent? why not allow to fix this?"
still gets ENRAGED everything looks at the site
a site - the incompetent continues to change things - taking things out then finding out they need to be back and putting them back in the wrong place
standing back and just letting the incompetent fall all by itself
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Ever since I stumbled across an image of a heavyset bald man (in his 50’s ) complete with a beard and glasses, that had his face buried between the ass cheeks of a slender young blonde boy(legal age of course) with a perfect body, I knew that I had discovered the role I was meant to play. I Only date women, but I am always interested in fulfilling the fantasies of a man twice my age. I’m 33 and have had several long term arrangements over the years since I’ve been 18. I would love to share my experiences as well as hear from anyone else with similar tastes, and also any older men who specialize in having their way with sexy young men that catch their eye
here are some pictures of what I find unbelievably sexy, plus a couple selfies that I hope you guys like.
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Our community started in 2013.
It took us six years to hit 10,000 members. It took us six years to hit a half million gallery photos.
In our seventh year of 2020, we've already hit 15,000 members and 1,000,000 gallery photos -- a remarkable achievement that demonstrates how we're not just growing, we're accelerating.
It may have taken us six years to establish a foundation. But it's to set-us up for an amazing new six years of fabulous growth. To everyone in the community, and especially to those who have been with us from the beginning, this is a heartfelt thank you for being such an integral part of our success. The community owes everything to you, and we couldn't be happier that you've decided to be with us.
It has been more than a year since I wrote my first blog entry in the new blog. The first blog, where I shared only a few recipes, was replaced by the new blog system and the old one disappeared into nowhere. In the new blog, I also shared a few recipes. I also began to give an insight into my life. It is not a full view, but rather a view through the keyhole.
It has also been more than a year since I stepped down from my management position. More than six months have passed since I relinquished the last remaining 5 percent of the responsibility. It is astonishing how quickly time passes.
Several people desperately tried to question what made me give up my job.
Why do you quit a job you like to do? Why do you take a new path without knowing exactly where it will lead you? Is it a thirst for adventure, is it a love of risk?
Before I decided towards the end of 2018, I asked myself what and who is important to me in life. What else can I achieve in my career? How important is it? These questions and answers are somehow comparable to the question of what came first - the chicken or the egg. I had the answers to questions before I even formulated the questions.
Today I have a completely different question. Why did other people question my personal decisions? They are people who think they know me but do not know me well, who rack their brains over it without being part of my inner circle.
Kawika wrote something comparable to this in his last blog entry. Comparable does not fit exactly. However, there is a certain analogy, as it refers to the subjective view of another person. It was about the perception of an outsider about personal success.
How can personal success be recognised? Is personal success visible or measurable?
Yes and no.
The success of a company can be measured and evaluated using figures. However, personal success cannot be measured in this way. Anyone who believes that a luxury car, a big house, etc. are signs of success, could be mistaken. Of course, that is my view.
There are only a few personal successes that are visible to others. A passed exam crowned with a diploma is an example of this. But there are countless successes in our lives that only we perceive. These are the many small victories. When, after numerous attempts, I baked the first bread that was not only tasty but also looked like the bread of an expert baker, it was a great triumph. Although the proof was eaten up very quickly.
I had answered the question of whether personal success is visible or measurable with yes and no. Yes, because personal success is manifested in one's personality. Someone's personality is expressed in many different ways. Body language, the articulation of the spoken or written word are only a few examples.
Would you be able to tell if I live a successful life, if we would meet on the beach and have an hour-long conversation about the beach and the ocean?
How important is this to me?
I would be delighted if you would answer this question.
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World-renowned adult entertainer Colby Jansen stars in this coming of age short about a young man’s potential path to daddyhood. Written and directed by Ori Tom Ravid.
Made possible with help from The Tom of Finland Foundation, Double Scorpio VHS cleaner, Gun Oil, Pump! underwear, Take 2 fiber supplements, and Kickstarter! More info on mattshortfilm.com
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Hallo an alle Master da mein Master die Zeit nicht mehr hat und er auch nicht weiß ob er noch mal weiter macht hat er mir gestated ein neuen Master zu suchen.
Ich suche ein Master für online oder Real wer interesse hat kann sich melden und denn klären wir alles weitere zu zeit bestimme ich die trage Dauer von mein peniskäfig über teamlocked.
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I had been working for my older brother's construction company while going to school. As I neared obtaining an MBA and finishing my studies, my brother asked if I had anything in the business world lined up yet. "Heck no" I said "I haven't even finished my resume yet." He then mentioned that we had a distant cousin in Boston who was doing very well, and had received a number of promotions. My brother continued: "He must be pretty high up on the corporate ladder already. I'll contact him and give him your e-mail. Maybe he can get you some connections." A few days later I received an e-mail from our cousin. "Got an interview lined up for you" it said. He gave me an address in Boston and said to be there next Monday at 1:00 pm sharp to see Robert Simon. I knew this must be a large building, but no room number was given so I googled the address. It was the headquarters of a large insurance company, and to my surprise at the top of the page was "Mr. ROBERT SIMON, CEO! A small thumbnail photo next to his name revealed and incredibly handsome man who could barely be 40.
That Monday, I left home early to be in Boston in plenty of time. I planned on stopping for coffee on the way, but I was already nervous and decided I didn't need the caffeine. I arrived at the building at 12:00 pm and pulled up alongside a parking valet in front. As I got out of my car, he tipped his cap and said "good afternoon Mr. Brandon." The surprised look on my face prompted him to explain that he was advised to expect me around that time with a description of my vehicle. I gave him my key and entered the huge marbled lobby. I walked toward a reception desk and before I could open my mouth, the receptionist said "Mr. Simpson's office is on the top floor, Mr. Brandon."
I took the elevator to the top floor wondering how I would find his office. I didn't need to worry because "MR. ROBERT SIMPSON" was plastered on the first heavy glass door one sees as soon as the elevator door opens. I gently opened the door and was surprised to see no one in the office, no receptionist or secretary. I sat down on the large overstuffed leather sofa and admired the beauty of the ostentatious office. The wafting aroma of coffee made me look around for a coffee maker, and I found one but the pot was empty. A handsome young man walked by the glass door and noticed me. He came in and said with a lovely british accent "ello, you must be Mr. Brandon." I replied that I am and he said "Well Mr. Simpson's secretary had a rather nasty headache and went home a short while ago. I believe Mr. Simpson is still down in the gym working out. is there anything I can do for you while you wait?." "I would love a cup of coffee" I replied, "I smell some brewing, but the pot is empty." "Oh," he said "Mr. Simpson always keeps some brewing in his office. I'm sure Bob won't mind if you go in and have a cup." He pointed to a solid wood door with Mr. Simpson's name on it.
I pushed open the heavy door slowly and was amazed at the size and beautifully appointed office occupied by a tremendous mahogany desk and huge overstuffed black leather office chair and behind that were the largest glass windows I've ever seen with a stunning view of the city. I found the coffee maker where the glorious aroma was coming from and poured a cup. As I took my first sip I noticed several photos hanging on the wall next to the closet door. I went over to get a better look and was directly drawn to a photo of a bare chested Mr. Simpson on a beach standing behind a sign that read "CLOTHING OPTIONAL BEYOND THIS POINT." Wow! I thought, that gorgeous Mr. Simpson on a nude beach! He was incredibly muscular, hairy, and waving at the camera with a broad masculine smile. What I wouldn't give to have been there I thought. At that moment, I heard a noise from the closet. The "closet" door opened and a billow of steam came pouring out. I realized that it wasn't a closet at all, but Mr. Simpson's private en-suite bathroom. Through the cloud of steam emerged the same muscular, hairy chest I was admiring in the photo. Mr. Simpson wasn't in the gym at all, but was obviously showering after his workout. He had a towel over his head drying his hair, so he didn't see me and I scooted aside so he wouldn't run into me. He must have seen my shoes, because with the towel still over his head he bellowed in a sophisticated English accent "Ahh, you must be Mr.Brandon." Then he removed the towel and with that big broad masculine smile said "you're early Mr. Brandon." "Yes, I'm sorry sir..." he interrupted "have a seat young man, your cousin has told me wonderful things about you." I sat down across from the huge desk and it was then that I realized as Mr. Simpson came around to the other side of the desk, the towel he was drying his hair with was the ONLY towel he had. He looked out the windows still toweling off his hair with his massive round muscular bare buttocks just a few feet from me. He tossed the towel onto the back of the chair and said "beautiful view isn't it." Well, I wasn't noticing THAT view anymore for sure. Then he turned and with his magnificent huge dangling, hairy, uncircumcised manhood in full view, picked up the resume I brought along and pulled the chair toward him. I crossed my legs to hide the boner in my dress pants as best I could as he sat down. "Suddenly he looked up at me, smiled, and said "Oh, I guess you may have figured out that I am a naturist. The folks around here are pretty much used to it. I find that I am more relaxed without clothes and can be more productive when I'm relaxed. That's why I have a male secretary. Not that I mind women seeing me, but for legal reasons. I don't need any harassment lawsuits or that kind of thing you know."
Fortunately the interview went well because Mr. Simpson stayed seated behind his desk and I focused on his face and beautiful sparkling blue eyes the whole time. He was such a sweet and gentle man that I was at ease even as aroused as I was at the thought of him being completely naked. He continued with some small talk as the interview wrapped up, then he stood up and picked up a suitcase he had hidden behind the desk. He brought it around and sat down in the leather chair next to me and I got a closeup view of his incredible nude body as the muscles moved to open the suitcase. "I have a meeting as soon as we are finished, so unfortunately I have to put these things on" he said. He pulled out a small black ball and unfurled a pair of sheer, ribbed black OTC socks. He set one aside and rolled up the sides of another. He lifted his foot up and I saw that beautiful cock nestled in a thick black bush against the background of his thigh as he put the rolled up sock around his toes and pulled it up over his muscular calf. He did the same with the other and I so wanted to reach out and gently swipe my fingertips up that ankle and thigh, but knew I couldn't touch. Then he grabbed his shirt and tie out of the suitcase and stood up putting them on while he spoke about something I can't remember, with his dick swaying gently about a foot from my face while he buttoned his shirt and tied the tie. "Don't wear 'em, always go commando" he said, as I realized he was talking about briefs. I watched as he pulled his pants up, zipped up and then put on his shiny polished black shoes over those perfectly shaped feet inside the sheer black fabric. "Well, I guess I'm ready for the prudes now" he said as he slapped me on the back. "I think we'll get along well, you and I" he said. "I like the way you dress, and I can tell that you really like the way I dress too" he said as he winked, and pointed a finger down at my obvious boner in my dress pants. "Now stay here in my office and finish yourself...I mean your coffee" he said. Then as he was going out the door, he stuck his head back in smiled and whispered "I keep the dirty laundry in the top drawer under the coffee maker." He winked again and was gone.
To be continued....
Byron’s hand trembled as he held his binoculars in the dark window overlooking the quiet outer London neighbourhood and focused them on his chubby mother in her nearly see-thru flouncy house-dress and tall, handsome dapper Rex Davenport making their way over to his very swank terraced house.
Byron’s breath increased and his heart rate doubled at the thought of his sex crazed whorish mum having her wicked way with his dreamy Rex. It was so kinky, watching your own mum have sex, but that’s Byron...he loved to watch men. He only hoped he’d have a chance with Rex once his mum finished with him tonight!
Byron stroked his small but very hard cock through his trousers...the odd couple entered Rex’s home and the lower floor lit up. The front door slid closed and Byron watched his seductively whorish mother guide tall Rex into the front room. The windows were curtained but the fabric was only partly drawn and Byron could see his mother now embracing Rex fully...their mouths locked in a kiss. Rex looked over toward the window, his eyes met Byron’s lens and he winked. Rex knew the horny young man was tuned in and watching every delicious move the couple made!
He watched his mother as she moved to the sideboard and began to make a drink for each...Rex stood in the middle of the room and began to slowly unbutton his shirt and gently slip it off. His rusty golden haired chest now on display and his toned musculature was dazzling in the lamp lit space.
Rex stood, now facing the hungry and over-zealous Zelada, clad still from his slender waist down but deliciously nude above. Byron watched his mother move like a tigress to him. Drinks in their hands now, they moved along to the stairway leading above.
Zelda grabbed a crystal ornamental dish from the coffee table with her manicured fingers as she sailed along. No doubt she had her ciggies in house-dress pocket. A trait of hers Byron knew all too well.
Byron watched the couple step nimbly out of sight and then the upper bedroom lamp was lit by Rex who stood by the big handsomely made bed.
Both stood watching each other and laughing, each on one side of the bed and Byron knew that chasm of fabric would soon be breached and both would be rolling nude together. His small cut cock bobbed and wiggled in anticipation. The idea that this was his mother, it just did not matter. It was all about Rex! His love!
Byron watched and watched and saw ALL!
Rex surveyed his female playmate as he sipped his drink. She stood across from him on the other side of the bed and although she was frowzy and chubby. Her bleached hair pulled back in a baby-doll style and that over-made up face looked almost scary, but sexy! Rex was intrigued that this 60 plus lady, a true cock slut- would do anything he asked was actually in his room and her horny son was watching thru the window. The whole scene made Rex’s uncut cock roar with life. He could not wait to strip!
The flimsy house-dress, see-thru even in the dim bedside lamp’s light, could barely contain those voluminous breasts and Rex could not wait to sink his teeth- gently- into each and chew her huge nipples!
“See something you fancy, big boy?” Zelda asked rubbing her breasts thru her dress with one hand while drinking her strong drink with the other.
“Mmm, lots! I think food may have to wait.” Rex said recalling he’s yet to have any meal tonight.
“Oh, we’ll eat. But a more carnal meal!” Zelda chirped.
“May I smoke?” She asked and pulled out her ciggies from her pocket. She had no intention of not smoking.
Rex did not say anything and let her light up. She was using his best candy dish from the living room as an ashtray. She was so NOT classy Rex mused to himself but she had much to teach him if he were to please boss Marlene this Saturday night.
Zelda puffed and sipped and watched Rex.
Both knew that Byron was watching and both were aroused at this notion.
“You have a fucking lovely body, Rex. No wonder my son loves you! Show me more honey...make me wet baby!” Zelda crooned as she blew smoke his way.
Rex raked a hand thru his tousled reddish golden haired head and smiled.
“Sit there, in the antique chair at the bottom of my bed. I’ll give you and Byron a little strip show...you like? He asked slugging down the last of his drink and putting the glass on the bedside table near the little lamp.
“I like, baby, I like.” And Zelda tottered on her heels over to the chair and sat down. Her chubby net hose covered legs crossed before her. She looked hungry.
“Show mummy, show mummy all your goods!” Zelda purred and Rex inwardly groaned at the “mummy” reference but played along. She was his teacher tonight and he needed to moisten her appetite so to speak! And so he began!
Rex, all near six feet of him, knelt on the edge of his big duvet covered bed, his good trousers would get creased...but he could have them pressed. He worked his feet out of his shoes and they thudded to the carpeted bedroom floor. He moved now into the central zone of the bed...Zelda a few feet away purred and puffed her ciggy.
Rex seductively rubbed his hands over his golden furred chest and felt his own tight pectoral muscles and flexed his arms. His nipples perked up and he got touch of goose pimples. He loved showing off...even to this old, rather used-up, MILF!
Zelda clicked her bright white false teeth together.
“Oh, you sexy fucker. What I’m gonna do to you tonight. Byron will get one great sex show from his mummy.” Zelda said as she pulled open the upper section of flimsy house-dress and exposed her large fleshy boobs...with nipples like small saucers and hued in darker, almost mocha tones of colour. Rex’s cock went steel rod-like and Zelda noted it.
“Somebody is one horny bunny. Wait until I suck you, baby!” She said beginning to massage her left breast and pluck at her now hardening nipple.
Rex’s began to pull of his leather belt and tossed it aside. His green eyes danced with excitement as he began to undo his fly zipper and button.
Across the street, Byron was drooling with each move he made.
Rex swivelled and as he knelt, his upper body gyrated and pulsed to music only he heard. The show was moving along and sweeping both mother and son deep into its folds. Rex was all they wanted, they were smitten!
The way his body shown in the shadowy light of the room sent chills all thru Zelda. Her hands moved over nipples, plucking and pulling as Rex massaged himself before her.
Rex moved down off his knees and sat, legs apart, pulling down his trousers...over his socked feet-tossing them aside.
The sight of Rex in just his sleek underwear and OTC blue socks made Zelda moan.
“Oh, Rex! Look at you in those sexy undies and socks, what hot stud!”
Rex sat with those toned legs parted, his knees bent facing Zelda head on, his sweaty socked toes wiggling and his meaty heels planted firmly on the duvet.
Zelda looked at his bulging crotch as the view was perfect to admire this manly mound...what lay inside, she could not wait to explore!
And then Rex moved his hand down, down...and inside the waistband of the underwear. It was time to be naked for his playmate and for the voyeur, her very excited son Byron.
Much More To Cum!!!!! DJ
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Today's Edition includes Black Inches Magazine from June 1999 and Movies featuring Cover Model Flex Deon Blake, "Doomsday Bunker" (by Director Joe Gage who is one of my favorites) and more of my fetishes. Stay Safe and Enjoy, Eric.
Cover Model Flex Deon Blake:
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Will I received my 1st Chem on the Dec. 19 and guess what? I had A reaction to one of the Meds and Broke out into A rash all over my Body I was itching so bad I wanted to end everything . Finally got A hold of my Cancer MD after the New Year and was place on steroids pills it started working after first Dose boy was I Thankful I had A Awful Christmas and New Years. I have Chemo every 3 weeks will on the 1-9-2020 I go for my 2th Chemo the Doctor cut the Med she was thinking that cause the Reaction so if you don't here from me she pulled the wrong ones. I'll update as soon as I can.....Ricky
PART III: The Towels.
At the end of the video, while we were sitting there buzzing over what we just learnt, a mid twenties guy with a really toned body came in wearing only an orange towel. He introduced himself as Old Nick. Apparently everyone refers to him as Nick in hell. He can change shape and body, generally designing himself to be whatever fantasy man turns you on. He explained how there were pitchforks, flames and Demons in Hell. "We have pitchfolks with dildos on the end for your enjoyment. There are certainly flames here in Hell. They are used to heat the saunas and steamrooms. I'll leave you to work out why the Demons need booking for the night, if you so desire". As Old Nick explained, Hell had a reputation to live up to and he felt some guys would be disappointed to find no Demons.
Apparently, there is a towel code in Hell. Similar to the hankie code they tried unsuccessfully to implement back on Earth. There are three colours with these towels. Green, Orange & Red. Upon checking into Hell, you are handed a towel and three drinks vouchers at Reception. Green means you are currently straight oriented. You do nothing you don't want to do. It is explained there are no woman here and that they are, indeed in Hell. Green towels must be left alone. An Orange towel means they have chosen between 1 to 5 sexual encounters with another guy upon arriving in Hell in a green towel. Red towels are for the gay aware guys, giving access to the backrooms here. So, as Old Nick advised, when we get changed in the room next door, we are all being given Orange towels, as they are the most popular towels amongst the guys. Fresh meat.
"Although one of you guys will be issued a red towel. Let's be honest, you'd earnt a red towel by the time you were fifteen."
So, with that, a new door suddenly appeared which he guided us through, and left us to get changed.
Who would have thought. When we had changed into the towels, there it was. The red towel. @JoelR. I guess the signs were there. Why else would he own and run Adonis Male after all.
Apparently a Demon had already been pre-booked for him.
ColtMann posted a blog entry in Daily Message,quiet, unassuming day - my buddy came round with some books for me, otherwise looking at the four walls and the pix of boys which I have posted there. I couldn't do that when Mother was alive - she quailed at what the neighbors might think. now anything goes! to find a feature for today is a real problem! several are tcfw, some are blonde, some with muscles - I guess I will make this readers choice 😍 welcome to our newest clubmembers; it gratifies me as the club grows, and I thank all who have awarded me Likes & Stiffies - fwiw, they cost you nothing [hint, hint]
ColtMann posted a blog entry in Daily Message,one big yawn today - it would be ghastly if I didn't have pix of tasty twinks and twunks to regard! after having given him a sort of cack-handed write-up, I will feature Burt Ward, the Boy Wonder, faithful and long-time companion of Batman. or as Mad Magazine styled him, Battyman some day soon, I will share my fantasy of Superman and his faithful companion, Blue Jay. watch this space. a warm welcome during this chilly spell to our newest clubmembers, and thanks to all who have awarded me Likes & Stiffies.