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Coming out of the closet is something very difficult for every gay person. When you are a feminine man, the discrimination, aggression are scary. When you are a masculine man, contempt, lack of respect, fear of being seen as a freak, an embarrassment. I'm very happy when successful men come out, it gives a little taste of hope. Especially when they are men outside the gay stereotype. We will post photos and stories of these men here (nudes are welcome).

Anyone know who this is?

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Does anyone have anything on him?

I stepped out of the Eagle that night, a popular gay bar where I spend my
weekends, and my ears detected that familiar sound.

"Listen Faggot, your gonna take all of us or we're gonna beat your sissy ass
to a bloody pulp!!!," slipped around the corner like a faint whisper for my
ears only.

I stepped around the corner to see five guys with Military Crews around one
of the bars regular patrons, Sam. Sam is a small guy, and not really into
body building and working out. He does have a nice tight slim build on him
and one of the best asses I've ever seen. Damn I'd sure hate for that sweet
little guy to get fucked.

"Wow, five big men trying to fuck a defenseless little guy. You must be
really proud," I called out from the shadows.

"What?," said the one with his fly open. "This ain't any of your business,
faggot. Move on." He was your typical blond marine, although nature hadn't
been too kind to him in one area. He was built like all get out, tall and
thick, but what was tryin to hang out of his shorts paled in comparison.
The others were about the same though of different coloring, and I really
couldn't tell what was in there shorts. Except for one kinda hanging back
and watchin, an older guy, real stud though.

"You pussies probably couldn't take something that fought back, could you,"
I said stepping out of the shadows so they could get a better look at me.
Now I ain't that tall, only five nine, and I ain't built like Arnold, though
I got a pretty damn good build. I go for being strong and limber rather
than just brut strength.

I flip my long black wavy hair back and shake it out. Then, I kinda turn to
the side showing off my bubble butt, and my full to over flowing basket. I
know I will catch their interest and they will forget about cute little Sam.
"No," I say "You probably are afraid of getting your ass beat by someone who
could fight back. Then maybe they would fuck you."

I loved the look in the blonde's eyes, anger and defiance. Too bad he was
just too dumb to know he was doing exactly what I wanted him to do. Cute
though.

"Get up," he said to Sam, "and get the fuck out of here!"

Sam got up and ran to me. "You want me to call the cops, Phoenix?"

"No I can handle em. Just watch where you are next time, Sam. Oh, and you
can pay me back later," I said, giving him a quick wink and a little grin.

He smile and blushed before turning and running. The blond had stuffed his
disappointing little dick (I mean I could get all his equipment in my mouth
no problem) back in his pants, and was heading toward me.

"You think you can take me, faggot?" He said and reached out to grab me.

"Yeah," I said, grabbing his hand before it touched me "and don't call me
faggot." I grabbed his hand like I was gonna shake it, but instead twisted
his arm so his elbow was facing up and his elbow was met by the heel of my
hand.

"Arrrggghhh" he screamed, then my knee found his stomach, and as he double
over my elbow hit him between his shoulder blades. He was laying on his
stomach on the ground and groaning before he new what was happening. So now
that I had him on the ground, I kicked him, hard in the ribs, three times.
I hate to be called a faggot.

"Little dick but you got a nice butt. I am gonna enjoy fuckin you," I said,
as I cuffed his arms behind him. He was unconscious so he didn't give me
any fight.

His other buddies started toward me. They all had stern looks in their eyes
but the older guy was still hanging back. "Come on Sarge, let's kick his
ass."

"Nawww, if you three can't kick the shit out of that little pansy you don't
deserve to be Marines"

"Watch it Sarge. Keep shootin off your mouth and I'll fuck you next. Now
boy's at least remember your Marines and use some team work. Don't be
stupid like your this dumbfuck," I said pointing to the Marine on the
ground. "Tell you what first one to land a solid hit gets to fuck me.
Those who don't I am gonna fuck."

"Yeah sure," said the redhead, "you'll end up on your back before you know
it."

"I'll even give you a little lesson," I joked while they circled around me.
"There are three areas of the body that can't be broken. First one is the
web between the thumb and the first finger." Before the dark-haired one
knew it my hand shot out at him and the web of my left hand hit him in the
throat. A little more force and would have crushed his windpipe, but I
don't like performing tracheotomies. Fortunately, for me that is, he was
carrying his balance low and ended up on his back. "Next, the heel of the
hand." Just as quickly I hit the redhead square in the sternum with the
heel of my hand, sending him reeling back coughing and spitting. "Last the
tip of the elbow." My elbow flew back into the chest of the other blond who
was sneakin up beside me. Still on his feet I decided to take him out
first, jumping up and kicking him square in the face. Then I leaned down and
cuffed him too.

The redhead had recovered, and was heading my way, and I let him come,
before turning around grabbing his arm and flipping him on to his back.
"Judo", I said. Bringing the butt of my hand down on his sternum. "Tah Qwan
Do," and I flipped him over and cuffed him.

The brown-haired one was up on his feet again. A flying kick to the chest
and he was back down. "Looks like I get 4 asses tonight," I said surveying
my handy work. I leaned down and cuffed the brown-haired guy. Three
marines lay on the ground moaning, barely able to breath yet. Blondy was
unconscious. I looked at Sarge, he was still holding back "Wanna make it
five?"

"Yeah right," he said and started toward me. He got in a fighting stance,
and faced me. We danced around each other. Me, of course, I was waiting
for him to make the first move. He did, a perfectly executed kick, but I
was to fast for him. His chin hit the pavement as I grabbed his leg while
both were in the air and twisted.

"Nice move, Pops," I said as he returned to his feet. "But it goes more
like this," and I mirrored the same move and had him on his back in seconds.

He got up and we dance around a little more. He kept making moves I would
dodge and counter, and he would end up on the ground again, but he just kept
comin. He had more stamina than the younger Marines who were still
recovering. I think the first blond was still unconscious.

Suddenly a fist connected to my chest and I landed on my back on the ground.
I was shocked, "Hey Pops you learn Fast. Okay you get to fuck me."

Sarge just leered at me then jumped on top of me, flippin me over and
tugging my pants to my knees. His zipper was down in a flash, and he was
entering my ass before I knew what hit me. Liquid fire spread through my
gut. "Hey fuck that ass hard, Sarge. You earned it."

"Yeah take that man's cock, boy!!!," Sarge yelled. Fucking me harder and
harder. His thick nine inches rippin into me. I pressed every inch of my
body against his. I worked my ass on that thick cock like I was born to it,
and believe it or not I was. I loved a real man fucking me. Someone man
enough to take what he wanted.

"Oh yeah take my spunk up that hot hole," he yelled, as his dick spasmed
within me. When he was done I was on my feet again, helpin him up.

"Now you got three choices, Sarge. You let me fuck your four boys here, I
knock you cold, or you share two of them, Your choice."

Sarge hesitate for a minute and seemed to be about to say something when he
was interrupted by the dark-haired guy.

"Um Sarge?"

"Yeah, Olsen."

"I don't know about Baker or Randall, and well I think we know who's doin
White, but If I had a choice of that fat sausage or your's or that Elephant
trunk of his, I would much prefer you."

Sarge laughed then turned to me, "You heard him."

"The blond with the great ass and the tiny dick is mine."

Sarge laughed again, "I think we all know that."

So I walked up to the redhead, and yanked down his jeans. "Nice ass, I love
Marine butts." I grabbed the lubed out of the pocket of my leather vest and
just shoved two lubed fingers up him.

"Arrrrgghh," he shouted.

I slapped on the back of the head with my fist. "Take it like a Marine," I
told him. I made sure my two finger massage his prostate, and he was
groanin in no time. Quick as a wink, I replace my fingers with my fat
eleven inches. I could feel red tremblin, but he didn't say a word. God
his ass was great. Tight as shit, real cherry. Soon he was squirming and
grunting like a bitch in heat. "Yeah you like a man's dick up you don't
you," I whispered in his ear. "Like every other Marine I been with. All
'don't touch my ass'. Then as soon as you get it in you you want more.
Don't you?"

"Yes," he growled

"Tell me how much you want it."

"Oh god Yes!!! Fuck me with that hot pole!!! God how are you doin this to
me??"

"Feel lucky I'm givin you a lot better that you would Sam." Then I slammed
into him hard. "That one was for the little dude you almost fucked."

Then he starts shakin all over and I reach under him and his thick cock is
shootin in my hand. I keep on ridin him, then when he's through I shove my
cum filled hand up to his mouth and he drinks it all like it's Budwieser.
He's panting like a dog, and I just pull out of him. I uncuff him. He's not
goin anywhere for a while. Like I said no stamina.

I look over and Sarge is on top of the dark-haired one goin like a freight
train. His stomach just slappin dudes ass, and dude is all 'Fuck me Fuck me
'.

I walk over to my blonde guy (Yeah tonight he's my bitch). He's just comin
to. I lift up his head. "Hi Sleepyhead, have a nice nap."

"Fuck you, faggot" he gets out. He realizes two seconds later he's cuffed.
I back hand him, and he just turns back looking a my big stiff dick.

"Now Blondy, I need some special attention from you. You see I think your
mouth is real pretty so before I fuck you, I am gonna fuck your mouth for a
while."

"Hell I am. Stuff that dick in my face and I'll bite it off"

"You do and I will snap your neck like a twig. Look 'tiny' you think your
ever gonna please a woman with that tiny little dick of yours?? Hell no,
your best bet it to become some Daddy's bitch. You were built to suck and
get fucked. You got the ass you got the mouth, now all you need is some
trainin. Now, guess who's gonna give it too you?"

He looked into my eyes and started getting scared. He was only a private
but still a Marine, but I could tell he was fightin bawlin his ass off. I
turned his head so he could see Sarge givin it to the other blond now. We
could both tell they were enjoying themselves.

"Now take it like a Marine and shut up." Then I stuffed my cock in his
face. It still was a little shitty from the redheads ass, so Blondy
reached out his tongue slowly and took a lick. Then he started licking
faster. Soon my dick was clean.

"Yeah that's it. Now take it in your mouth, but I feel one little tooth and
I fuck you dry."

So he takes my dick in his mouth and starts lickin around the head, and
suckin reeeaaalll good. He starts takin a little more and a little more til
I feel the head at the back of his throat.

"Now relax your throat and let me in," I say lookin into his eyes. He's
really likin it but I wouldn't embarrass him in front of him buddies by
saying so. Well not since he's treatin me so good.

I start rockin my hips back and forth, slowly fuckin his mouth. Before I
know it he's got his nose buried in my pubes. "God you got a hot mouth,
boy" It's feelin real good but I wanted to fuck that great ass of his so I
pull out. He kinda whimpers when I take it out like he's a baby and he
just lost his teethin ring.

I am still kneelin in front of him when I take out the lube and start lubin
up my dick and he gets scared again. "Don't worry you did really good," I
pat his head. "I'll go easy on you."

So I get behind him and drop his jeans and take them off with his shoe's.
That butt looked good in his jeans but out of it? We are talkin bout the
ass of asses, real Marine bubble butt. There's no other like it. I had to
taste that ass. I just spread his legs and lifted up his butt and dived in.
Sweet ass. I just dove right in and started tongue fuckin him and he was
grindin his ass into my face. I kept lickin and knawlin on his hole til it
got real soft. You know what I mean like every muscle in his ass was
loosening up. He was ready for me.

So I took out the lube again and drove three fingers up his ass. He didn't
even flinch. I mean no resistance. This boy loved ass play. I found his
prostate and he was panting like a dog. He was ready for me.

I just lifted him up into my dick, and it was buried in him before he was
any wiser. He groaned and started impaling himself on my dick.

"Shit he loves it look at him!!" I looked over and the other blond was
laying there with Sarge on top of him, and just starin at us.

"Shut up Baker," says the redhead from behind me. "You don't know what it's
like. No offense, Sarge."

"No, Randall. Believe or not I know exactly what your talkin about."

"Oh God Fuck me harder," said White, pushin back harder and harder. His
buddy's were all laughing. His ass felt as great as it looked, goin all
loose one second and tight as hell the next. He was milking my dick like a
pro, driving me right to the edge. I was fuckin him like a jack hammer and
he was takin it like a man.

Then he starts shakin all over and his ass just clamps down on my cock. I
do to him what I did to the redhead, catchin his cum in my hand. I didn't
get it all cause I was shakin some myself. I shot into his ass like I
haven't shot in a long time. I raise my hand up to his face and let him
drink his own stuff, and damned if he doesn't lick it clean. When I stop
shooting, we just press against each other, breathin heavy.

Soon we are all getting dressed, after I uncuff White, of course. I walk
over to Sarge, and he is smiling at me.

"You actually hit me," I say.

He just smiles and I put my arms around him and kiss him. God what a man.
He kisses great too.

"Let's get back to base, guys" Sarge says.

They start walkin away and White speaks up. "Sarge, I get the feelin you
two know each other so I don't need to ask about that, but what happened
tonight?"

"White you asked me earlier why Fort Myers can't be beaten in hand to hand
combat for the last 3 years. You just found out."

White looks back at me. "One more question, Sarge." Sarge just nods to
White and White grins. "Does he give private instruction?" Sarge just
pulls out a card from his wallet and gives it to White.

"James "Phoenix" Johnston II, Martial Arts Instruction ... Wait a min.
James Johnston II??? You just fucked Commander Johnston's son??"

"Yeah," says Sarge "first time in three years. He usually beats me."

"Hey, Uncle Jack?" I yell out.

"Yeah, Jim."

"Phoenix. You know I hate to be called Jim. Remind Dad he has a lesson with
me on Wednesday and tell him to lube up. I will see YOU next Saturday night.
Oh and bring some guys that will at least be some competition next time."

Sarge just grins as four jaws drop.

I turn around to leave myself, grinnin my ass off. Life is good.

After I'd divorced my wife of 10 years, I moved into a condo while she and the kids lived in the house. We'd parted amicably, but I was still pretty hurt by the whole process and the things that we'd said in court. Luckily, she wasn't able to take me all the way to the cleaners, so I was fairly well off even with the alimony and child support I had to pay.

My condo was nice, on the fifth floor. A two bedroom with a little balcony that overlooks the river. I'd settled in and started to think of it as home after about a month.

One day, I was sitting on my balcony having a beer and watching the world go by when my neighbor came out on to his balcony. I said hello and we talked for a bit. His name is Chuck and he seemed nice enough. He was about my 6-foot height, but probably only tipped the scales about 30 pounds less than my 185. His skin was deep brown and he had a wide smile. We made idle chatter for a while and then he went inside.

Several days later, I'd come home from work and headed out to my balcony for a beer. Chuck was on his balcony, so I invited him over. We sat out on my balcony drinking beers and getting to know each other for several hours. The conversation moved on to sex, as most inevitably due after I'd remarked about how pissed I was that the local baseball team's pitcher got shelled the night before.

Chuck remarked, "Yea, he's never been the same since we broke up. I guess I broke his heart after all."

I replied "Wait. You DATED him? Like dated, dated him?"

Chuck then told me how they met at a local bar and slept together that night. Their relationship progressed to where the player moved in with him a week later. Chuck went into very gory detail about their sex life: how he used to beg Chuck to fuck his ass, how he loved it when Chuck came on his face, and other intimate details. I sat there listening in disbelief.

"THAT guy is gay?!?!? Seriously? I can't believe he's gay!"

Chuck said "Oh, he's gay alright. You'd never know it, but he is. One of the reasons we broke up is because he didn't want anyone to know. When we'd go out, it was always made to look very platonic. I couldn't deal with it anymore so I broke up with him. We were together about a year, I guess. "

"Wow, I'm dumbfounded. Hell, I didn't even know you were gay either."

Chuck said "All my life! How about you? I saw the pictures when I came in. I see you have kids. You married?"

"I was. We divorced about 6months ago. It was hard, but I think I'm much happier now. "

Chuck asked "So, you got a girlfriend or anything?"

"No," I said. "I think I'm kind of 'A-sexual' now. I just don't have any desire to get into a relationship at the moment."

"So, you're just jerking off every night now?"

"Pretty much," I said. "When I'm horny, there's a little Korean massage joint a mile or so away. I get a massage and a hand job. It's ok."

When Chuck asked me how much that cost, I said "It's $120 for the massage, but I give a $50 tip for the handy. The massage is OK but I'm not allowed to touch her during the hand job. I need to find a place that's a little more 'interactive', I think."

Chuck said "Hell, for $100 I'll give you a massage and a hand job. I love giving massages."

I looked at him and thought he was joking. "Right. I'll keep you in mind should my Korean chick break her hands."

"Seriously," Chuck said. "I guarantee I'd give a better massage than some Korean chick. I was with a professional athlete, for Christ's sakes! I used to give him a massage and happy ending damn near every day!"

"Thanks, Chuck," I said. "But I think getting a hand job from a guy would be a bit more strange than I could handle. I've never done anything like that with another dude. "

"Well," Chuck said as he stood up. "Think about it. I'm right next door if you change your mind. I'm headed home, so we'll see you around. Thanks for the beers."

Chuck left and I finished my beer and headed off to bed. As I laid there in bed, I couldn't help but think about Chuck and his offer. He was a good looking guy, for sure. I had to admit that I was a little curious, but wasn't sure if I could actually do it. I drifted off to sleep, but couldn't quite stop thinking about what it would be like to have Chuck stroke my cock.

Weeks went by. Chuck and I would hang out every few days, drinking beers on one of our balconies. He'd broach the subject occasionally of a massage, usually asking how my Korean chick was doing. I always assumed he was still joking about the whole thing.

One day, as I pulled into the parking lot of my massage place, I saw 4 or 5 police cruisers in front. I quickly spun around and acted like I was just turning around. Judging by the looks of things, I'd narrowly missed a raid of some sort.

I was as horny as I remember being, so I headed on home to take care of things myself. As I was getting into the elevator, Chuck came through the door. I held the elevator for him and we rode up to our floor.

Chuck asked me how things were and I told him about the raid on my massage place.

"No shit!" he said. "They got raided? You're lucky you weren't there already!"

"No kidding," I said. "I don't know what I'm going to do now. That was the only sex I was having!"

"Well," Chuck said as a sly smile crossed his face. "My offer still stands. I'd be happy to take care of things for you." He looked me up and down a few times and then straight into my eyes. "I guarantee it will be the best massage of your life or your money back!"

My horniness got the better of me so I said "Why not, Chuck? Are you available now?"

"Sure! Let's go to my place."

For all her intelligence, my daughter is not very smart. The evidence for that is sitting on a chaise lounge next to me, Evan, her ex-boyfriend. Evan would have made the perfect son-in-law. He's dashingly handsome with thick chesnut-brown hair, warm brown eyes, a sly, movie-star grin, and a chin that people pay surgeons to duplicate. His physique matches his face well. He has a gymnast's build: lean and sinewy, broad shoulders and strong arms, perfectly developed pecs, abs right off a Greek statue, narrow waist, and (so I can stop gushing) great legs. He's got a brain to go with that body, and he's such an asture young businessman that I'm very lucky to have him working for me.

Don't get me wrong. I am proud of Rosanna. She is a smart and talented young woman, but to throw away this fine specimen of manhood was just foolishness--and my luck to catch him.

He was a wreck when I found him pounding on my front door at two o'clock in the morning. A thunderstorm was rumbling through, lightning flashed and it was pouring. Evan was standing on my front porch, screaming "Rosanna!" at the top of his lungs. It was a good thing I drove up then or the neighbors would have called the police.

It was raining and he was soaked. Apparently, he'd been there for a while. I took him inside and directed him to the bathroom. I ordered him to take off his clothes, then went to my bedroom to get him a robe.
I had seen Evan only a few times while Rosanna dated him. They started dating three years ago when both of them were in college. Rosanna studied art and Evan was going for his business degree. I met him when I dropped by for a visit. They hadn't known each for long and, in fact, she had introduced him simply as her friend. I was attracted to him, but he was awfully young then and I thought he seemed straight as an arrow.

By the end of that school year, things had gotten serious between them. Rosanna told me she was in love with him, so I asked her to invite him up to spend the summer at our place in Grosse Point. He said that he could only spend a week there because he had an internship with a management firm in Chicago coming up.

I got a first look at his body when he went swimming. His body wasn't as defined or as hairy then, but still youthful and a little soft. I was attracted, but immediately dismissed any thought of doing anything because of my daughter, mostly, and I simply considered him too young for me. Something inside told me that a 50-year-old man should not pursue a 25-year old.

When I returned with the robe he was naked, drying his hair with a towel. His face was covered so he didn't see me checking his body out. His nipples were erect and his cock and scrotum had contracted and looked cute.

"Evan," I said, and he quickly draped the towel in front of his crotch. "You can put this on." I handed him the robe.

"Thanks," he replied, sniffling. He turned away to put it on and I took a quick look at his ass. Perfection.
He looked quite dashing in my luxurious, burgundy-colored Dior robe, even though his thick hair was tousled and his eyes were bleary from sobbing.

"Would you like a drink, Evan? Pop, coffee, a cocktail? Anything."

He thought a moment then said, "Scotch with a splash?" I was a bit surprised at his choice. Scotch didn't seem like a young man's drink.

"Sure thing. Come, let's go to the living room."

I led him to the living room and offered him a seat on the sofa. Then I went to the bar to fix us each a scotch.

"So, do you feel like talking about why you were in my front yard screaming in the rain for my daughter?" I poured our drinks, then stepped over to the sofa and sat down next to him. He took a sip of his drink then put it down. "I'm just guessing here, but I gather she dumped you."

He sighed, and said, finally, "Yeah, she dumped me. I don't know why. I thought everything was going well." He broke down crying and leaned over on my shoulder.

In between sobs he told me about the last few weeks in their relationship. It was almost a play-by-play of the last weeks of my marriage. Evan was concentrating too much on his career; Rosanna felt neglected, then they grew distant. Then, a few nights ago, she told him she was seeing another guy and that their relationship was over. Evan begged her for another chance but she rejected him. Then he drove all night to get here because he thought she was here.

What could I say to him? I had no clue that she was breaking up with him. I stroked his head, hoping that would be enough to comfort him.

"Listen, Evan, you can stay here tonight."

He sniffled "Thanks."

"Sometimes my daughter doesn't know what a good thing she has until it's gone. She gets that from her mother. Come on."

I stood up. He looked up at me with a grateful expression and smiled slightly. He took his drink and gestured for me to lead him upstairs.

I led him to the guest bedroom. He sat down on the bed and took a few more sips of his scotch.

"Will you be all right in here?" I asked, while eyeing his chest that was showing through the opening of the robe.

"I'll be OK. Thanks for letting me crash. It's a long, lonely ride back to Oakdale."

"Think nothing of it. Just have a good night's sleep."

He looked up at me again with that grateful look and it seemed as if he wanted to say something else.

"Thanks, Mr. Cabot."

"Evan, call me Alex."

He smiled and said, "Thanks, Alex."

I went to bed thinking about the handsome young man sleeping in the next room, replaying in my mind the sight of him standing naked in the bathroom. If I had less self-control I would have gone down on my knees and started sucking his cock right there.

I remembered back to about a year ago. It was an odd bit of luck that I got to tickets to the ballet in Chicago. I knew that Rosanna hated the ballet. I had learned that Evan loved classical music while he was at Grosse Point so I decided to invite him along. I'm sure he thought it was a good way to score points with his girlfriend's dad.

Our "date" went well. Evan enjoyed dinner and the ballet, but he seemed very nervous. I didn't know whether it was just being with me, his girlfriend's dad, or if it was from some of the looks we were getting at the restaurant and at theater. I supposed that they thought we were a gay couple, which I found ironic.

After the ballet, we hit a few bars and we got toasted. We took a cab back to my condo apartment on State. It belongs to the company and my top people and I use it to entertain or accommodate important guests.

Evan surprised me by stripping down in front of me as he got ready for bed. He was still fairly tipsy and unsteady as he struggled out of clothes. He stumbled trying to get his pants off but I caught him. He laughed, slightly embarrassed, then stood up. When he was stripped down to his shorts and socks he tottered off to the bedrooms. I was chuckling when he turned to ask for directions. I walked over to him and escorted him to his bedroom. We walked to the bed and he flopped down. He fell asleep almost right away, without getting under the covers. This gave me a chance to take a good look at his body.

I was not usually attracted to younger guys, but I certainly made an exception for Evan. I committed every inch of his sculpted physique to memory. I was tempted to strip off his briefs but an image of a horrified Rosanna flashed in my mind. I walked out of his room to mine.

I admitted to myself that I was falling in love with him. That night was the most fun I'd had in years. Evan was such wonderful company, and then to see him almost naked. The only thing that would have made it perfect would have been if we had made love.

That night I masturbated for the first time since I was a kid. I fantasized that Evan and I were making love on the lakeshore at Grosse Point. I wanted to kiss him passionately. I wanted to feel the strength of his muscular body. I wanted to taste his cock and watch him devour mine. I wanted to shove my cock in his ass then feel him penetrate me. I blew my wad in a matter of moments, with the image of Evan on his back, legs up, with my cock pumping in and out of his tight hole.

Help! Trying to find a scene with Johnny Castle that’s definitely about 10 years old if not more - I think it starts with him coming home from a party with an older woman, a friend’s mom, or his mom’s friend? Maybe a stepmom? And they end up fucking. It’s so hot but I can’t find it anywhere, please help! She reminds me of ray veness - but she’s not ray.

I've just bought some new swim trunks and they come with a removable pouch which is meant to give you a 'boost'!

I'm a little self conscious and don't exactly have the best body to pull them off as it is - do you think with the pouch they're OK to wear or should I wear without? When I put the pouch in it definitely makes me feel like I'm drawing attention to the bulge but in photos I don't see too much of a difference?

With pouch

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Without pouch

https://www.lpsg.com/gallery/untitled.10919021/
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Help ID this verbal hunk with full balls! We need to see him cum. Thanks!

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Martin King used to model for All American Guys and also Temptation of Eve (as Lucifer Morgan), that's where I first saw him like years ago. He's currently working in sales so I think the model/porn career is dead and gone. Anyway, I've been trying to find the videos he's done for those sites but it's been nearly impossible now, I used to have most of them. Can anyone share those videos? Or maybe tell me where I can find AAG/Temptation of Eve videos, maybe he's in those.
Here's some pics, boy is hot af.