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Braeden Wright, by Jon Malinowski

Braeden Wright, by Jon Malinowski.

Braeden Wright by photographer Jon Malinowski.

#1: Rockwell with Nick Sandell and Michael Dean on location for a photoshoot in San Juan, Puerto Rico. #2-3: Rockwell in his U.S. Army National Guard uniform.

A casual shot of Dean with pals Nick Sandell and Dan Rockwell on location in San Juan, Puerto Rico, for a photoshoot. That’s another shoot I would’ve paid to be the wardrobe assistant for!

Attila Tóth

Jordan Ver Hoeve by Joseph Lally. I don’t know whether he’s trying to tell us to want him or asking us if we do. In either case, the answer is, “Yes!"

Cutie Mark Hill (left) with superstars Joe Reeve (center) and Lance (right) in a screen capture from the Colt Studios/Buckshot video “Good Times Keep on Coming.”

Jeff Langan

Alarm Suitcase

Andre Kjernsmo

David Ortega

Ricardo Villani, Brazilian model and actor. Related video here (the beach shoot starts at about the halfway point): https://www.xvideos.com/video3195144/g_magazine_-_ricardo_villani

Kirill Dowidoff by Serge Lee

Trevor Signorino

Jack Laugher

Alam Wernick

Torsten Ullman & Marcel Gassion

Part Two (Two Years Later) My name is Manny Fuego. I own a six-unit apartment building in West Hollywood. I do all the repairs and maintenance myself, so the rents support me comfortably. None of the apartments are ever empty for more than a week. Most of the tenants are gay men, who find the location of the building to be ideal for them. I, myself, am gay. My partner, Clark, and I are madly in love. I know in my heart that will never change. We will always love each other. I sincerely believe that we are soulmates. Clark is a great actor, and he has become a movie idol. His good looks, and exceptional talent, have given him a meteoric rise in the film industry. The problem is that Clark believed that he must remain in the closet to preserve his career. I named off a string of famous actors, who were out and proud, but I couldn't change his mind. As a result, I never go anywhere with him. He has to make many public appearances, and I have to remain out of sight. He even attended The Academy Awards ceremony, with a beautiful young starlet on his arm. I watched on television as he was interviewed entering the theater, and my heart was broken. It got worse for me, when a famous actor walked The Red Carpet, with his husband. On the rare nights when he was home, we made love slowly and passionately. We assured each other how deeply we loved one another. Unfortunately, he was rarely home. There were times when he left me to do location shots outside of the L.A. area. Those times were particularly sad for me. I thought about visiting any of the number of gay bars in West Hollywood, but I couldn't bear the thought of cheating on Clark. I couldn't even imagine being intimate with anyone else. Did Clark cheat on me? God knows, he had plenty of opportunities. I asked him once, point blank, if he ever cheated on location. He started to cry. "Never, never," he said. "I love you too much." I wanted to believe him. Finally, I confronted him. "We can't go on like this," I said. He opened his mouth to speak, and I told him not to say anything until I was finished. He closed his mouth, and looked at me fearfully. "I don't know if you are aware or not, but you have completely shut me out of your life. I can't go on like this. I know that most of the parties and events you attend are obligatory, but there are many I could go with you, if you would come out of the closet. I'm afraid this is an ultimatum, Clark. I'm tired of sitting home alone almost every night of the week. One of my apartments is becoming available at the end of the month, and I'm going to move back. I should say, I'm going to move back home. It's not like we have a home together here." Clark stared at me. His eyes were disbelieving what I said. Suddenly he jumped up and tried to embrace me. He started to scream, "Please don't leave me. I'll die if you do. Stay! Give me time to work it out. I'll talk to my agent about it. He'll be able to advise me." "Why not just ask the press to attend our wedding." "No, I need time to think. I believe I should come out gradually; a hint, here and there; you going places with me. When the time is right, and someone asks me point blank, I'll come out." "How much time is time to work it out?" I asked snidely. "I don't know," he whimpered. "I promise it won't be long. Just don't leave me. Make love to me," Clark said, and he started to strip right in the living room. Even though it is difficult to live with Clark, I was easily seduced into an evening of impassioned love making. We both came more than once, in our mouths and in our asses. Every time one of us came, he yelled, "I love you." In the morning I was thinking rationally again. I laid down an ultimatum. "Clark," I said as sternly as I could. "I can afford to leave that apartment unrented for two months. There are two weeks left to this month. I'll give you until the end of this month and the following two, to decide what to do. If you make a decision, which is right for you, and wrong for me, I'll understand. I love you, and your happiness trumps all my other needs." Clark began to cry. He did not comment on my ultimatum, but he kept whimpering, "Please don't leave me." I could only wonder if he loved me enough to come out of the closet. Two days later he said to me, "I've decided on how to come out." I was flabbergasted. He hadn't even prefaced it by saying that he was coming out. He made it a fait accompli. I got excited. "Yes," I said too eagerly. "Tell me." "I've been invited to The Met Gala in New York. I want you to walk The Red Carpet with me. We'll wear matching tuxedos, and when the paparazzi ask me who you are, I'll say, `My fiancé...my future husband.' My current movie will be wrapped up by then, and I don't start the next one until after The Gala. I'm excited about it. It's not a romantic comedy. I'm going to be an action hero." He grinned broadly at me. I couldn't believe what he had just said. I was speechless, but I was more than able to hold him in my arms, and suck his tongue until it hurt. When The Gala was over, and the world learned that Clark Davis, the macho matinee idol, was gay and engaged to be married, his studio got the usual hate mail, but the vast majority of the mail was positive. Surprisingly, the paparazzi were the group most supportive. In gratitude, whenever they bombarded us, we gave them plenty of pictures, and even mugged for the camera. One of them was always sure to ask when we were getting married. We hadn't really talked about, but we figured it was time to set a date, and to decide how we were going to do it. The only family I had was a grandfather in Argentina, and he was too frail to make the trip. Clark informed me that his parents said they loved him, but they would never attend his same sex wedding, so we decided on a small reception with just a few good friends in attendance. I invited nobody, and Clark invited his agent. We honeymooned in Argentina, so I could show Clark the humble roots I had come from, and most importantly, I wanted him to meet my grandfather before it was too late. Even in Argentina, Clark was recognized, and more than a few fans asked for his autograph. I was so much happier now that Clark and I could go places together. We ate out a couple or three nights a week, and I attended other Red Carpet events with him. My greatest thrill was attending The Academy Awards with him, and walking The Red Carpet holding hands. Even though he was not nominated for anything, he was a presenter. Clark's career expanded when his agent convinced him to cut a music album. He had a spectacular voice which was not being exploited in his movies. The album was moderately successful, but it vastly increased his fan base. Everything changed in our lives, but one thing remained constant, our love. No matter how busy we both were, we always made time to make love with each other. Clark told me that his greatest pleasure was not his fame. It was when he was sucking my cock, or entertaining it up his ass. I told him that it was the same for me. One evening, after a very intense, and completely satisfying, love making session, Clark wondered out loud if anyone would have the guts to make a movie about the love affair and marriage of a gay couple. "I'd want to star in it," he said, and I wouldn't mind if you were my co-star." I broke out laughing. "I can't act," I said adamantly. "Don't worry. I'll teach you. Anyway, without acting, think how authentic our love scenes would be." After thinking about it for a moment I suggested that maybe we could produce the film ourselves with hidden cameras around the house. "That would be porn," Clark said. "But maybe, just maybe, we could make the film independently. Clark fell asleep that night with much to think about, and with a goal in mind. The film would probably never be made, but we had something to plan and ponder.

Add to the story! It can be a sentence, a phrase, or a whole chapter of fun. The story can go in any direction you want, so have fun and throw in as many twists and turns as you want! ========================================================== Click click. New notification. Click click. It was a late Tuesday night, and @wolfe was leaning lazily back on his bed. His readjusted his laptop on his legs while he browsed the latest pictures on AdonisMale. Damn, he thought, as he came across the latest set of images from @Steve in Bun, Buns, and Bunns: @wolfe moaned as he came down to the photo of the guy arched against the recliner chair, with his massive and engorged cock tucked downwards. Such hot pictures, he thought to himself, while he readjusted his laptop again. His boxers were getting constricted, and even though his windows were open to the cool air, his body temperature was getting heated. This was his usual routine for the past couple of nights, and tonight was no different. @wolfe knew he could always find some images to which he could jack off, and the latest set of images in Bun, Buns, and Bunns made him yearn for a nice ass to hold and fondle. His mind turned to the new guy Dorian in the local choir who joined only last week, a guy who definitely filled out his jeans during rehearsal. @wolfe didn't get to meet the the guy at all during rehearsal, since he was already singing with his practice group when he noticed Dorian hurriedly rush in and join the newest set of recruits in their own singing group. Click click. @wolfe's mind started to wander. Dorian was a cute guy, a lot younger and fresh out of college, but he had one of those ready-to-please grins always plastered on his face. Dorian had flashed a million-dollar smile at @wolfe during last week's rehearsal, but @wolfe didn't think too much of it since the kid was smiling at everyone. Goddamn he was cute. Click click. New personal message. @wolfe's mind immediately snapped back to attention. Hmm, he thought to himself, who would message me right now? ============================ It's your turn to add to the story!

Mac enjoys texting about the English weather with @wolfe, such a suitable topic for repressed Brits, But for some time there's nothing back from Wolfe - perhaps Wolfe had gone to sleep or was he doing some statistical analysis on the rainfall figures? (actually Wolfe had forgotten to press 'send' in his excitement). While he waits, Mac starts browsing through AdonisMale on his PC - so many gorgeous and hunky men, and as he flicks through the hot pics of Steve O'Donnell (the most gorgeous of them all??) Mac feels his uncut and swollen cock pulsing. He realises that he's already absent-mindedly pushed his shorts right down. He almost starts jacking off, but then, damm, he'd promised himself he would go to the gym today and there's only just time. He promises himself that he - and his cock - will enjoy the latest postings from Steve in "Jets of Cum" afterwards. With some difficulty he pulls his shorts up and manages to get his cock back inside them, and rushes off. The gym is not the best but it's cheap and so a lot of young guys use it. Mac enjoys the views and checking them out. Mac is not sporty at all but he enjoys the exercise and feeling fit. Mac starts a session on the rowing machine. it's a large hall and facing him are some skiing machines. Half-way through he's distracted by a young jock using one of these. The energetic jock is smoothly shaven and classically handsome with tanned arms and shoulders all shown off magnificently by his vest. He looks adorable and Mac finds that he's slowed down with the rowing, almost stopped, thinking about the nipples and six-pack under the vest, and how the guy moves so well. The jock notices Mac is smiling at him and smiles back - a full, happy smile, a smile to make you happy too . For a brief moment the jock takes his hands off the handles of the machine and runs his hands slowly down his thighs. It's late and a Sunday so the gym is almost empty. Mac finishes the rowing and goes to shower - at first he's the only one in the showers.. Mac is absent minded at the best of times and now his mind is a million miles away - grrr, it's Monday and there's work tomorrow, he thinks. So at first he doesn't notice the new arrival at the shower next to him until he's suddenly aware of the fine bare muscular ass close to him. Good enough for Bun, Buns, and Bunns. And yes, OMG, it's the jock and he's turned round and he's smiling - and yes, Mac can see how well hung he is and his chest is just as Mac imagined. I'm Stephen, says the guy, still smiling broadly as he looks down... right at Mac's now massive boner... and only now does Mac realise his cock is fully erect .... and they both laugh and... In his shorts in his locker in the changing room, Mac's phone buzzes with messages from back across the pond, but Mac is not there. "Mac you are not going to believe this,,," it says, "Dorian......."

I was right. The only person this could have been was @macnasty who was always in a horny mood for some hot sexting so he could blow off a load. Mac starts texting the hot things he's going to do to me and my cock grows rock hard pushing against my tight boxers. Damn, was that the fricken door bell? Hold on a sec Mac I say as I look through the peep hole. WTF it's Dorian what's he doing here?" I noticed you forgot some of your music so I asked someone where you lived so I could drop it off" he replied. I saw that his eyes were focused down to my shorts where my erect cock was now sticking out the slot.. Er am I interrupting anything? He said sheepishly as he saw the laptop in my hand. I was ,em, well you know, just em....." That's OK I get it "he says. Continue on with what you were doing" He pushes me back into the chair pulling my boxers down. Mac you are not going to believe this I text....

The difference between sex and love is that sex relieves tension and love causes it. - Woody Allen