Showing posts with label wire-pulling. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 17, 2015
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Monday, November 26, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Off Duty
A painting by the Belgrade artist Nebosja Zdravkovic
Beaut, neh?
Thanks for the heads up from Art of Male Masturbation.
Beaut, neh?
Thanks for the heads up from Art of Male Masturbation.
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Monday, August 6, 2012
I loves ya
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Young Love
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Bronchitis
These days I get bronchitis every time I have a cold. For those lucky enough not to get this debilitating condition, it's a bacterial infection in your lungs ("bronchi", the tubes inside your lungs) and it involves lots of coughing up disgusting phlegm and feeling as if you have a fever which you do, in your lungs at least. In order not to cough myself silly I have to take cough mixture, and the only kind which works sends me to sleep. Goddess, listen to me grumble! Anyone would think I was a dotard!
Anyway, maybe I'll be better tomorrow. Till then, this pic will tickle your fancy. As it were.
I think the image is rather cute as well as erotic. The one bloke smiling with pleasure as he brings his mate to orgasm. Taking pleasure in another's pleasure: it's love, of a kind. And far better than the alternative.
Anyway, maybe I'll be better tomorrow. Till then, this pic will tickle your fancy. As it were.
I think the image is rather cute as well as erotic. The one bloke smiling with pleasure as he brings his mate to orgasm. Taking pleasure in another's pleasure: it's love, of a kind. And far better than the alternative.
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Monday, June 25, 2012
Still poorly
My cold is hanging around, though it is getting better ... slowly.
This pic helped me feel better ....
This pic helped me feel better ....
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amitiƩ amoureuse,
nude,
wire-pulling
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
All by myself
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Nick Sterling,
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Four Friends
The supposed acme of straight male bonding -- the circle jerk. Except this one is in a straight line.
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circle jerk,
friendship,
male bonding,
male intimacy,
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Theology
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Thursday, September 15, 2011
Majorca Flats -- 202
Deep sleep—arms and
legs entangled—bodies against each other—a late awaking—the
summer sun a brilliant coruscating white on the bedroom wall.
Luigi leapt out of bed
with a yelp. “Fuck, I'm going to be late!”
Keith flung back the
bedclothes. “I'll make you some tea and toast! You go'nd shower.
I've got some undies in that drawer, and you can borrow a t-shirt
from the other one, the top drawer of that dresser there.”
Luigi didn't argue. He
didn't have time to go home and change, so he took the smallest pair
of briefs he could find. Keith's T-shirt hung on him, but for once,
not looking like he'd stepped straight out of the pages of GQ didn't
bother him. He gulped his tea down, and was crunching his toast as
he kissed the other two goodbye. “Have fun without me!” he
smiled, “you perves. I'll text you both.”
Keith and Jason drank
their tea then went back to bed.
“Do ya want ta?”
asked Keith, his face close to Jason's.
“Yeah.” Jason kissed
Keith, his woody tenting the sheets.
Keith took Jason in his
mouth, tasting the left-overs of the night before.
“Not too fast, Key. I
want to fuck you.”
“Don't worry. I want
that too.”
Jason rolled a condom
onto his cock. He kissed Keith again, then said, “How would you
like it?”
“Missionary position.”
“The missionaries never
did it this way!”
“You'd be surprised. I
used to sleep with a Catholic priest. Poor bloke. He really enjoyed
it, but he was so guilty. He was kind to me, though.”
Jason lifted Keith's legs
up and arranged them round his waist. He took the tube of lube and
rubbed it into Keith's ring. He pressed his cock against the opening
then inched into Keith's body. Their love-making was slow but
intense, and a key part of the pleasure was watching the expressions
cross each other's face as they both moved through satisfaction to
ecstasy. After he'd come, Jason lubed up his hand and took Keith's
cock in it and brought him to orgasm, his eyes never leaving Keith's
face.
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Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Majorca Flats -- 201
He snuggled closer to
Jason. They kissed with Ʃlan,
Keith's tongue clever and strong inside Jason's mouth. Jason kissed
Keith back as enthusiastically, and then without stopping the
pressure of his groin and doings against the other man's side, he
lifted his head and smiled at him. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey, yourself!”
Keith's smile mixed affection, love and lust, and Jason found that
even more erotic than the feel of Keith's hands on his body, of his
mouth against his.
Luigi reached over
started to massage Jason's cock, which was already plumping up. He
began to stroke it slowly, up and down, his hands warm. He leaned
over Keith and nibbled Jason's nipples.
“Hey! Wait a sec,”
said Keith. “Jace should be in the middle.” He climbed over
Jason, and Jason wriggled over so that he was between Keith and
Luigi.
Keith grabbed the tube of
lube and slathered up the fingers of his hand.
“Lift your legs,” he
said to Jason.
Jason raised his knees.
Keith inserted one well-lubed finger into Jason's bum.
Luigi's started pulling
Jason's wire as Keith inserted a second finger and then a third into
Jason's butt and started massaging his prostate.
Luigi was kissing Jason
now, while Keith ran his mouth up and down the inside and outside
Jason's calves biting them gently every few seconds while he
continued to rub with his fingers. Jason took a bit longer to come
this time. The sensation of two mouths on his body while one pair of
hands stroked his cock and caressed his nipples and fingers stretched
his arse and rubbed his prostate was extraordinary, and he came
explosively.
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Episodes 1 to 180 (without pictures, 10 episodes per chapter)
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
Majorca Flats -- 191
When Luigi's phone rang
and he saw that the number of the caller wasn't in his address book,
he almost didn't answer, afraid that it might be Cody using someone
else's phone. Ready to disconnect immediately, he put the phone to
his ear.
“Yeah?”
“Luigi? It's Jason!
Yours is the first phone number I put in my phone. I went out and
bought a phone. So I'm connected to the world! Well, to you and
Keith anyway.”
“At last. So old
fashioned, Jace, not to have a phone. I mean … your admirers can't
get in touch!” Luigi found himself smiling even though he knew
Jason couldn't see it. “Whassup?”
“Nothing much. I just
feel … part of the world again. Thank you, Lou, for … you know …
the other night.”
“You'd do as much for
me. You did as much.”
“Yes, well.” Jason
was embarrassed. “Anyway. So how about we get together some
time?”
“When?”
“The Lord Grey is
closed on Mondays. Are you working that night?”
“I can switch with
someone. Will Keith be there?”
“Well, yeah … don't
you want him to come along?”
Jason sounded worried.
“Oh. No of course. I'd
like him there. He's a top bloke.”
Jason lowered his voice.
“Even if you end up topping him?”
Luigi laughed. “You
dill. A top bloke means a good man, a nice man. Anyway, you
shouldn't talk sex on the phone. It's illegal.”
“I knew that.” Jason
put on an Inspector Clouseau accent. “Illegal, huh? What undies
are you wearing?”
“A thong.”
“Oh yeah! You were
wearing one on our first time. Hot, hot, burning hot incandescent
Lou, sex star, sex god. Even better than the Superman trunks.”
Jason lowered his voice still more. “I want to slide it off you
and reach round in front and give your prick ...”
Despite himself, Luigi
was getting hard. “Jace, I'm on the street. And I ...”
“ … and then I want
to ...”
Luigi laughed out loud
again. “OK, OK, I get the picture. Jason, I'm closing this phone
now. Behave!”
Luigi could hear Jason
laughing at his end of the line. “I'll be in touch! You can't
escape me, thong-man!”
Episodes 1 to 180 (without pictures, 10 episodes per chapter)
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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Majorca Flats -- 179
Keith wasn't comforted, had wept inconsolably and only stopped when Tom made love to him. During the night, Tom woke up to find Keith's cock stiff between his bum cheeks, and Keith trying to enter him. This was the first time since they met that Keith had wanted to top Tom.
“Do it,” Tom urged. “Fuck me silly. Whatever ya want, love.”
Afterwards, Keith had lain silent in the bed next to Tom. “What oi want is to stay with ya.”
Tom had let the matter slide, but after the next fight he'd waited till they'd had make-up sex and then taken him to see the flat.
“I've bought it for ya,” he said. “Oi daon't want ya to stay with me because oi pay, roight? And after our foight las' week ... Keith … I daon't want ta lose ya. Ever. Aiven if we stop fuckin' oi want us still to bay best friends. Always, Keith. 'Cos ya're the best thing that's ever happened to may.”
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Majorca Flats Episodes 1 to 500
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Majorca Flats -- 151
“You probably wondered about how I could afford the clothes I wear,” began Luigi. “Well, maybe you didn't. But I can afford these clothes and I own my flat and I have investments. I don't have to work. I do though, for charity. I work at the gay helpline, and for an AIDS charity. And I can because I have the money.
I was a … let's be honest … a whore for a while. A high class whore. Like there's any difference, really. Between high class and low class.” He avoided their eyes.
“Yeah, big dayil,” said Keith, his accent strong again, “I was too, mate. So fuckin' what? I was on the strayits for a whoile. There's nothin' fuckin' immoral about it whatever those happy clappy religious drongoes say. Nuthin'. I gave payple pleasure. For twenty minutes. They gave me money. No harm done!”
“You've got to remember, Keith, I was brought up strictly Catholic. No sex before marriage, gay sex an abomination, even pulling your wire against God.” Luigi smiled grimly.
“Yeah! Bullshit! Maynwhoile the fuckin' priests are diddling the altar boys.”
“Not our priest! Cold as ice he was. Anyway, I was at a gay pub, The Lord Grey, as it happens, and an old bloke came up to talk to me. When I say old, I mean old. He offered me money if I would have sex with him. He wanted me to fuck him, 'cos he couldn't get it up. Being old and all.”
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Majorca Flats Episodes 11 to 20 Majorca Flats Episodes 81 to 90
Majorca Flats Episodes 21 to 30 Majorca Flats Episodes 91 to 100
Majorca Flats Episodes 31 to 40 Majorca Flats Episodes 101 to 110
Majorca Flats Episodes 41 to 50 Majorca Flats Episodes 111 to 120
Majorca Flats Episodes 51 to 60 Majorca Flats Episodes 121 to 130
Majorca Flats Episodes 61 to 70
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Friday, July 8, 2011
Majorca Flats -- 147
They lay in bed silent, their arms round each other, their legs tangled and their bodies relaxed, their thoughts far away.
“Sorry, mates. I should of told you before.” Keith was staring at the ceiling.
“Why?” asked Luigi. “You told us in time.”
“Some people get bent out of shape. You know how it is.”
“It's not your fault!” It struck Jason how strong Luigi was, not physically, but how his character was like steel. He had courage and compassion and generosity while he, Jason, had none of these things. He felt how little he knew about the world, and how he had so often chosen the easier path. He was deeply ashamed of his cowardice.
“Lou,” he said at last to break the silence which was threatening to become awkward, “did I introduce you properly to Keith? I don't want to break any important social laws. Mummy always told me I should get introduced before I fuck.”
“Pleased to meet ya, Keith,” said Luigi drily. He poked Jason in the stomach. “You slacker! Why didn't you introduce us? Just as well we aren't shy, right, Keith?”
“Yeah,” said Keith. He reached across Jason's torso and said in a fake American accent, “Shake, pardner!”
“You're welcome,” Luigi replied, with as bad a fake accent.
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Majorca Flats Episodes 1 to 10 Majorca Flats Episodes 71 to 80
Majorca Flats Episodes 11 to 20 Majorca Flats Episodes 81 to 90
Majorca Flats Episodes 21 to 30 Majorca Flats Episodes 91 to 100
Majorca Flats Episodes 31 to 40 Majorca Flats Episodes 101 to 110
Majorca Flats Episodes 41 to 50 Majorca Flats Episodes 111 to 120
Majorca Flats Episodes 51 to 60 Majorca Flats Episodes 121 to 130
Majorca Flats Episodes 61 to 70
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Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Majorca Flats -- 146
Jason took Keith's cock into his hand. It was flaccid, so he began to slowly caress and squeeze it. He kissed Keith's back, and his neck. He felt Keith start to plump up in his hand.
“That's better!” he said, not knowing quite how to handle this situation but trustingly following Luigi's lead. He bit Keith's neck softly, then wondered whether you could catch HIV like that.
On the other side, Luigi was kissing Keith, and now Keith's cock was rigid in Jason's hand. He pumped it fast, and felt it swell as Keith came. The warm spurt of jizz over his hand would normally have felt so good, a celebration of life and love, but now it carried an aura of death. He surreptitiously pulled his hand away from Keith's stomach and wiped it on the sheets.
And suddenly he felt unbearable grief, for Brent and himself, for Keith, for Luigi bullied at school, even to his surprise for his horrid parents, so hidebound and snobby and unhappy.
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Majorca Flats Episodes 1 to 10 Majorca Flats Episodes 71 to 80
Majorca Flats Episodes 11 to 20 Majorca Flats Episodes 81 to 90
Majorca Flats Episodes 21 to 30 Majorca Flats Episodes 91 to 100
Majorca Flats Episodes 31 to 40 Majorca Flats Episodes 101 to 110
Majorca Flats Episodes 41 to 50 Majorca Flats Episodes 111 to 120
Majorca Flats Episodes 51 to 60 Majorca Flats Episodes 121 to 130
Majorca Flats Episodes 61 to 70
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HIV,
love,
wire-pulling
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Majorca Flats -- 145
“There are other things we can do, Keith,” said Luigi, and he kissed the other man behind his ear and then trailed his tongue down his stubbly chin. He began to talk dirty to him. “You sexy fucker—I wanna do you good—I wanna make you squirt your stuff all over me—lemme at you, sexylegs,” in a continuous whispered monologue.
Keith turned to face Luigi. Luigi was surprised and moved to see tears in his eyes. When Jason hugged him from behind, he started to weep for real.
“Hey, hey,” said Luigi, “none of that! What are we to do with you, hey?” His look met Jason's over Keith's shoulder. Do something! his eyes said.
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Episodes 1 - 480
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Monday, July 4, 2011
Majorca Flats -- 144
After Luigi had come, Jason turned back to kiss Keith whose mouth was still savoury with Luigi's jism. “Come and lie in the middle”, he said. “So we can both have a chance at your cock.” Now that he looked at it, he realised that Keith was b-i-i-i-g. The biggest he had ever seen, fat, beer-can fat, and long, too. Though in truth, he'd hadn't that much experience: Stewart at school; Chris briefly, though that was more just curiosity since Chris was a friend and they had both wondered whether it would work; and then Brent. Oh, and there was a guy at a party once. He was beginning to feel quite humble about his own junk next to these two.
“Ungh. Better not.” Keith shook his head.
“Why?” Jason leaned over Keith to get a better look at his expression.
“I'm positive.”
“Can't we change your mind?” joked Jason.
“No, I mean … I mean … I'm HIV positive.”
“Oh, man,” said Jason, trying hard to be empathetic. “You poor fucker.” But at the back of his mind, he felt terror and rage rise from swamps primeval, monsters and bogeys, ugly things dripping with slime.
Luigi climbed out of bed and got in on the other side of Keith, and put his arms round him.
“It's not a death sentence any more,” said Keith, avoiding their eyes. “At least, not here in Oz, not like in poor countries. The government pays for treatment. I take my pills regularly. I just … I just didn't want to … you know … without telling you guys. I shouldn't have … Shit! I mean … Fuck! Listen guys, I'm sorry.”
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Majorca Flats Episodes 1 to 10 Majorca Flats Episodes 71 to 80
Majorca Flats Episodes 11 to 20 Majorca Flats Episodes 81 to 90
Majorca Flats Episodes 21 to 30 Majorca Flats Episodes 91 to 100
Majorca Flats Episodes 31 to 40 Majorca Flats Episodes 101 to 110
Majorca Flats Episodes 41 to 50 Majorca Flats Episodes 111 to 120
Majorca Flats Episodes 51 to 60 Majorca Flats Episodes 121 to 130
Majorca Flats Episodes 61 to 70
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