I'd like to see the full video which contains this situation. They need to be tickled in turn until they're yelling out for it to stop, but it'll carry on to take them right to the edge, and then leave them tantalisingly dangling there. Only after several times will their tormentor allow their rock-rigid cocks to erupt - and even after that the torment won't finish.
Is there are weight tied on to their cocks and balls, I wonder. Maybe they've been warned that if anyone's weight touches the ground, which it's sure to do when they get soft, a particularly hideous torture will ensue.
And I'm sure the tit-rings on the guy on left can be put to good use.
I can speak from experience of such teasing. In one case it was my being tied down naked on a bed with, most importantly, a waterproof rubber sheeting under me (using the old army groundsheet I mentioned in one of my most recent blogs) because being softly tickled - in my case the most effective being by using a matchstick - starting with the soles of the feet before moving to armpits, both areas just building-up to the teasing of my middle area. It would so effect me that I could hold back no longer, being unable to control my body and just letting it all out - and I do mean all! 😧 I'd been forewarned that any such result would mean severe punishment and humiliation - in public, in some form - but it had been no good. Once I start being tickled in sensitive areas there's nothing that can prevent me from disgracing myself - and this particular tormentor I'm talking about (deceased since twenty years ago) knew it full well, it only goading him on to have an excuse to further humiliate me.
In my early days before we'd even first met face-to-face I'd put in a letter to him a list of my very personal fetishes (okay then, perversions) in the hope that he might relate to at least some of them (which he, in fact, did). It was a list rather like the one that currently appears on my blog profile. But once I'd given away my 'secrets' he used it as ammunition to taunt and tease me with when we eventually did meet up, something which had never entered my mind when I'd first told him f my 'secrets'. For instance, one warm Summer night he made me go out and follow a prescribed route wearing nothing but a plastic raincoat - there being not the slightest hint of rain - and he following me a little way behind to make sure I did everything he'd ordered to the letter. The raincoat was not completely transparent, being a cloudy dark grey when hung up, but when worn and touching the body it could be seen what was being worn - or not worn - underneath. It had side pockets but also slats where you could put your hand through, obviously to reach pockets in the trousers you'd normally be wearing. So I could at least put my hands inside to cup my cock and balls so they wouldn't be visible even if most of the rest of my naked body was discernible. Trouble was that as one walked, where the raincoat came in contact with the body, it became clear that you were unclothed - and by putting hand through the slats it pulled the plastic mac forward, showing up my bare back and arse for anyone behind me to see. At the same time I was aware that any headlights from a car approaching from behind would show up the silhouette of my naked self to anyone coming towards me. Boy, I can tell you that that walk brought me out in a cold sweat! And why didn't I just refuse to obey his instructions? Because his tactic was, on my arrival at his place, to confiscate and hide my flat keys and wallet, which he'd not return to me until fully satisfied with my compliances. He had me in his power-grip - and not only that, he had taken a number of polaroid pictures of me in my various states of naked capture with anguished face in full view, which he threatened to leave in various public shithouses with my name and address on the back. I was a perfect quarry for blackmail - and he used my vulnerability up to the hilt. If he'd still been around when the computer age had fully exploded in popularity there's no knowing where my image might have ended up - all over the world, I'm sure. To be honest, for that very reason a masochistic part of me regrets that he didn't live to see and use it.
Christ! What I'd give for a tumble around on the bed with him! He's a fuckin marvel!
As so often happens, and I don't know why, the first spurt of cum on a man's face hits an eye, or lands pretty near it, even if you're aiming at an open mouth. Do you find that too?
Love the gnarled look on what seems to be a daddy's cock, now just starting to soften. Would live to have been the one to suck it off.
If it's not all gobbled down, they're bound to end up with stringy lengths of spunk in the water. Might as well piss into it as well while they're messing about, but not too early in the session as that'll tend to dampen the randy mood of a number of them (I find).
One of those 'Boys will be boys' shots, as one of them shows his pal's bum to the camera. I'd be very surprised if this is the most intimate thing they do together - which, of course, we all know it won't be 'cos 'Boys will be boys !', most of all when they're naked and their most fascinating body areas are on view and within easy reach of each other. They'll be feeling just the same way when they grow into fully mature men - but by then probably more adventurous.😄
It looks like one of those you feel could be just snapped off, don't it? I'd be interested to know what stimulus he had or what he was thinking of to produce such a magnificent specimen.
More likely similar gobbledegook as on the cover of the Beatles' 'Help' album.
Looks like they're chilling out after a heavy fuck 'n suck session on the sand (or grass) - or is that what comes next? Don'tcha just wanna chuck a bucketful of ice-cold water over them, which they'd love - or get a powerful hosepipe out and scatter them all, which they wouldn't - their drenched bodies and sopping wet bushes dripping all over the ground? Great fun.
Not young enough to have been fresh-faced squaddies straight out of school, these guys are probably territorial army volunteer reservists. Nevertheless, they well know that they have to do what they're ordered to do without question, failure to do so being 'rewarded' with a dishonourable discharge from the service they are so keen to have trained for.
So when they're lined up and told to strip off their tops and drop their pants they do it. And when they're ordered to get themselves hard, if they think abut it at all they just assume it's part of a general medical inspection, and they carry out what's commanded. But among the line-up there's one of them whose cock remains stubbornly asleep despite being tugged and manipulated by the commanding officer. They are getting a bit nervous as they think that they'll next be ordered to suck on the soft cock in turn, and to keep sucking until it's fully erect. Their biggest fear is that they'll be seen as getting pleasure from the act of sucking, betrayed by their own cock not de-tumescing or getting even stiffer than it already is, attracting all the scorn it will get. It would be too much to bear if they were seen to be enjoying sucking cock even if their looks say otherwise. Unlike their words, a cock cannot lie.
And btw, isn't that guy second from left wearing a ring around his cock and balls? Is this their first day back and he's forgotten to remove it? Same goes for those two with neck-chains.
I wanna sniff him all over before licking out every crease, cleft, crevice, nook, cranny and hole of his body, drinking in all that sweat which is making his body so shiny. His cock, on the verge of swelling, looks so succulent and temptingly suckable, the 'spout' through which I could access his precious Indian spunk containing those Indian native genes which I so wanna gulp down in pint-fulls.
Mightily attractive guy with nice 'snouty' hooded cock - and, what's more, wearing rubber boots, which he can keep on for me no matter what we'd be doing.
I've never yet done a proper posting on my relationship with rubber, one of my many fetishes, and another of the several that can be traced back to my scouting days when an uncle of mine gave me his old 1940s army groundsheet/rain-cape to take with me on that fateful Summer camp which turned my life upside down. It was a shit-brown colour on the rubber side which you spread on the ground or wore against the rain, with a light khaki rough canvas to lie on or on the inner-wearing side when put on, buttoned up and worn like a rubber poncho - and it was heavy both to carry and to wear, especially for the boy I then was, at my being less than man-height the cape tripping me up in front and trailing on the ground behind. It was at that camp that I discovered the sexually-charged feel (and smell) of the smooth, cool rubber against my skin,, which made me hard. In addition it felt especially soothing when after I'd been caned on the backside (shorts not lowered, but no underpants allowed) and I couldn't lie on my back during the ensuing night, let alone sit down, I thanked God for the blessed relief of that heavenly cool rubber against the bare skin of my lacerated bum which, during my punishment ordeal, had felt as if it had been set aflame - in fact, after a couple of strokes my whole body felt like it was on fire - and the strokes just went on and on and on........
I got many, many years of pleasure from that rubber sheet. It took such a battering from my naked exertions and various uses that only a few years ago it finally disintegrated and I had to throw it out, though I do have half a dozen more rubber ponchos, all in good condition, which continue to provide me with the same enormous 'satisfaction' as that original one did.😄
Anyway, back to the rubber boots worn by the guy above. If he had shot his spunk out and it had landed on his boots I'd have not hesitated to lick it off - rubber is idea for licking up shot spunk. You can lick up every drop, not wasting one tiny bit. Even if he'd pissed on his rubber boots and ordered me to........etc etc😊
Who really wants to be gang-raped by this trio? Even if they started with the middle guy, a midget in comparison with the others, it would hardly be an adequate start to being bum-fucked by the two giants, the Goliath on the right and that hunk on the other side with a ring through his cock, which must hurt like hell when he uses it for fucking. No, much too risky for me. I'd rather watch while someone else takes the 'honour'.
Just the kind of furry bum I most like to have sitting on my face so I can deeply breathe in that warm, musty smell and feel the hairy dankness on my cheeks while he lets me lick the shit outta him. Once in that situation I wouldn't care what his face was like. However, in this pic I do wish he'd taken his underpants right off and spread his legs a bit more. I wanna get a good, unobscured view of his hot, fur-surrounded hole which I'd be giving an intense tongue probing to.
Looking a bit sheepish, I'd divest him of any shyness.
I've been trying to think of some way interesting and sexy in which to utilise all that hair but can only come up with when it gets to his being made to suck cock there's plenty to grab onto in making sure his head moves back and forth as required. If he ever has to have his body tied down I suppose one could fasten his hair tightly to what he's lying on. But other than that can't come up with much else.
Happy as a sandboy, nudes among the dunes, I'd so like to be the guy with a male bum plonked heavily down over his face so he can lick, lick, lick - and all while his own cock is being attended to. Sheer fuckin' Heaven.
I should think those dunes get a fair amount of traffic of guys looking for a bit of action. If one of them passing by wishes to stop and spectate - if he can't join in himself, that is - I hope they'd let him sit down and watch. I would.
I'd have been in my thirties when I was similarly walking alone through some dunes, at the back of a beach which didn't have a raunchy 'reputation', when I rounded a mound and there, in full view, was a young guy, clearly in his teens, with his pants right down, lying back with everything exposed, and vigorously rubbing his very hard cock. He saw me and with no embarrassment or hesitation called out "Hey mister, can I suck yer cock?" I was initially taken aback by such a direct question. This was at a time when all homosexual acts with men under 21 - and for all men no matter what age - when not in private were criminal. Although even as a teenager myself I'd had quite a lot of cock-fun with men of all ages, it was never so publicly exposed as this was. So I at first hesitated when answering. Then what did I do?.............
I reserve my reply on the grounds of self-incrimination.😉
Well, what d'you expect when a group of men, naked together under the showers, and close enough to touch, find another stark-bollock naked guy on all fours being led towards them on a leash like a dog - and being ordered to suck every guy in turn? It would be bizarre if they didn't make the most of the opportunities such circumstances allow, and these guys have the perfectly proper and right idea, including the one who's applying a bit of hard smacking to the captive sucker's naked bum, temptingly jutting out as he awaits his turn at being gobbled. Poor fella - such humiliation! 😁
There still being places, too many places, where walking hand-in-hand will get us arrested, but I should imagine that there's nowhere in the world where we could get away with a cock-in-hand - at least in public. But why not? No one's getting harmed.
For sheer good looks Sikhs have always been one of my top types of men, and this beauty typifies why. An unfulfilled wish in my life has been to find a Sikh like this who will allow me to suck him off. If I should ever have the further good fortune to meet such a man who I can spend the night with I hope he wouldn't mind keeping his turban on, for the same reason of finding a Hindu guy wearing one of those coloured strings around his waist I wouldn't wish him to remove it. I don't want him to be in the dark, essentially just the same as any other guy, a white guy, I have sex with. I'd so much prefer him to retain his Asian 'flavour'.
Just can't say in words how much I long to taste the hot spunk contained in those hair-tufted Sikh brown balls above.
Hadn't realised this would be a motion-shot when loading it for posting, but it makes a change - and it's fuckin' good, showing a man who knows just what his friend needs and longs for, something we can all (if I maybe so bold as to suggest) not get enough of. No need to ask if you agree as only a hardened masochist would say "no" - and I'm one who likes a bit of s/m now and then, but Jesus Christ, there are limits what you can refuse!😃
I'd guess that a certain tongue is about to engage in some highly stimulating, deep-buried lickety-lick action - and looks like guy with the 1970s hair is ready to receive it and, dammit, will enjoy every second of it! Well, wouldn't you?
I like a guy who can maintain a strong boner while being fucked, something I was never able to do. It makes it ever so much more pleasurable for both him and yourself when you want to suck off a stiffly gnarled and throbbing fuck-stick like this one while he's being pumped full of jizz from behind.
