Tuesday, 11 August 2020

Lowering him gently onto the impaler.

 From the look on his face of painful ecstasy it's most probably his first time (though must admit that I've never been subject to this particular 'treatment'). However, with so many eager to help him achieve full penetration on the 'spike' safely, I think he's in good hands. 😊

Differing attitudes.

 

Why's the guy on the left being so coy while the one on right is looking rightly proud of himself. But it's the second from right guy who I fancy most.

Keen Indian cocksucker.

 

Looks like he'd be keen to feel the first of those hot spurts. If only it was my cock probing the inner warm, spitty recesses of that mouth, I'd be ready to gush with all the force I could muster to send my hot jizz straight down his throat, and to await the contented grin of satisfaction on that beautifully complexioned Indian face when he's swallowed that particular ejaculated load of cum, my very own personal gift uniquely to him 

Comic frolics

 

Not sure who the artist is - not Tom of Finland, clearly - but he's caught so much in a small space of what we like to see. So often I find these a bigger turn-on than actual photos of live action, I suppose because cartoon manages to tap into our fantasies of ideals. What I only know is that I like it. ☝

Monday, 10 August 2020

If they weren't sure before, they are now.

 

There's definitely something deep going on between these guys - and those cocks will very soon be demonstrating exactly how much - like, say, six inches deep.

Here you are, Sir.

 

Mr White likes to think he still lives in those bleak old days when having a black manservant was considered as a status symbol. He doesn't realise that the world has moved on - at least for most it has - so when he ordered his servant to bring him a drink  - and to make sure it was fresh - he was duly obliged. Mmmmmm😄

Happy generations.

 

This is what we like to see. All comfortable in their own skins. Could it be a kid with his elder brother and their father - or am I letting my fantasy-prone mind run away with itself yet again? I'd guess that the youngster in middle most often finds himself being spit-roasted, with the other two alternately changing ends. So how does the taste of their jizz compare, kiddo?

Showing the evidence.

 

I'm pretty sure they - maybe brothers?- got what they wanted out of those mighty plums. However, it's fairly obvious that this 'photo' has been doctored/enhanced to feed some of our fantasies. Never mind. I still approve.

I know. We've all got one.

 

But it's always nice to see a 'new' one. Yours is relatively smooth so when we lick there won't be so much of that business of getting hairs stuck between one's teeth, something which I know turns some shithole lickers off - though not me, it being just one of the minor drawbacks of such a sensationally pleasurable act.

Someone's in need of a viagra tablet.

 

The droopy one is the one who stands out most conspicuously - only in a manner of speaking, of course. The others are ready for their shower - with 'extras'.

Most attractive Indian guy.

 

He needn't waste time trying to tempt me - that is, assuming he'd fancy me enough to want to. I'm already there. A very fine specimen of Desi male beauty, don'tcha think?

Is that a look of disapproval?

 

Giving us a scary, black look like that (for 'spying'?) won't make us go away. Besides, that's a very fine-looking clothes-peg horn you're sporting there - the kind that always tempts me to wanna snap it off. We'd like to ensure that the lucky guy who's about to suck it will do the sterling job it deserves to make it shoot with considerable force against the roof of his mouth when he'll let the hot spunk slowly slide down his gullet, leaving you both well satisfied. 

Wednesday, 5 August 2020

What a bunch of suckers!


Before the ping-pong resumes, can I tag onto the end of this line? Not too important which end as long as there's someone to join after me at the same end. I prefer to be one of those links in the chain who's having it two ways at the same time. 👍

Be honest now. Haven't YOU done this as well?


The 'normal' reaction when it's pointed out to you is to be surprised, apologetic, and to make out it was an innocent 'accident' (Hah!), isn't it? 😉 

I've had at least two occasions when I came within a whisker of getting into serious trouble doing this. One was when I was in a certain town where I used to like making a walking 'tour' of a number of its public shithouses with a reputation for busy action (all long since demolished). I'd just been to a pub and downed a few pints and, on emerging and feeling randy (as alcohol consumption can frequently do), I undid the buttons on my army surplus k.d. pants, taking out my semi-erect willy just to, you know, give it some 'fresh air' (as one does😀). It was a Sunday so there weren't that many people around. But as it then happened, shortly after leaving that pub, and now with my todger pointing and leading the way, I rounded a corner - and who should be nearby playing, but two boys, maybe just 10-12 years old, probably brothers. I had to walk past them - yet, being in a sort of befuddled state, I didn't even attempt to tuck my cock back in but carried on walking. Just 50 yards or so down that road was a man, possibly their father, sitting on a low wall but not looking at me, unlike the two boys - and it was clear that what they were looking at wasn't my face!  One of them sort of giggled, the elder one I think, while the other watched me in silent astonishment as I passed by, me trying to look nonchalant. Then, just as I was rounding another corner I sensed them running to the man, saying something to him in excited voices. Did I hang around? Fuck NO! All I needed was for the guy to chase after me, accusing me of being a filthy paedo who liked to flash at young boys - and I was in a town where the cops already had my name and address following an incident of 'indecent' exposure a few years previous (details of which will likely be forthcoming in a future posting) - when, because I lived in a distant place way outside their jurisdiction, the cops finally let me go, red-faced, with a stern warning not to come back. No, this new close-call brought me to my senses pretty quick - and, putting my willy back where it should have been, I hurriedly made my way to the railway station to return home straight away, heart thumping like mad. 
It shouldn't surprise you to learn that although this happened about 30 years ago, and though I did eventually return to that town after a decent interval, in spite of the cops' warning, I was ever so careful to avoid going anywhere near that particular vicinity - and I made sure to be wearing different clothes just in case. But Jesus!, that sure was the fuckin' narrowest of escapes! 😓

The view from below.


Sealing a friendship in the nicest possible way. Could a finer photo of this situation be taken? I can't for the life of me think of one.

Young Indian, vindaloo-hot. Water, please! Gallons of it!



OMfuckin'G! Ain't he a stunner? I so wanna sample his jizz, and savour that full Desi flavour with all his native ancestry behind it. It would be a service not just to me but to his whole country. Lemme worship you on my knees, on my back or any way you want, you handsome sexy devil.

The shithole-lick.


If the intended climax to a cock-fun session is to have one guy fucking the other up the bum, or to have one sucking off the other, then the shithole-lick - prolonged, of course - must be just about the most pleasant of ways to get there. Nothing else I'm aware of can take you so close to shooting off without necessarily even touching the cock. I've said before and I repeat here, that I have no sympathy at all for those guys who refuse to involve themselves in this most beautiful of practices. Too bad. That loss is their own. 😝

In at the top end, out at the lower.


We've all done this from time to time, haven't we? Got ourselves so pissed that when we need to have a wee, it's too much trouble to get up and go to the bog, giving no thought as to cleaning it up afterwards - regretting it only after you've sobered up. Is there anyone who can't say "Been there, done that!"?
Btw: Love the look of this drunken daddy's tool. I fuckin' drool over long-hooded todgers.

Double-sucking. Logical, neat and.......NATURAL.


Like a couple of 'plug & socket' sets, two men seamlessly fitting together in the way you could swear they were designed to do.

Brothers lounging on grass, cocks 'n balls exposed.


Do they care? Nah, they don't give a shit - and why should they? 😄