Corrigan humping

 

 

 

 

 Tristan makes an announcement -- approx 30 seconds

 

 

 

 

Tristan oiled

 

  

 

 

 

cumming

 

 

 

 

Nile Wilson

 

  

 

 

 

just about perfect

walking down the street, cute sexy big-dicked young man
is thinking about, well, he's thinking
about BEING a cute sexy
big-dicked young man. and he is glad things
have worked out this way, that he IS
a cute sexy big-dicked young man, and
his thoughts along these patterns of thinking are
making him feel even sexier and even
bigger-dicked and even cuter, which
is difficult, actually, since he
is in reality EXTREMELY sexy, cute,
big-dicked, attractive, sensual, sweet-voiced,
gentle-ice-blue-eyed,
erotic-fantasy material anyway.
so he walks along feeling sexy
and feeling horny and thinking
about his place in the world,
and he's kinda in a sweet gentle
relatively harmless trance of
some sort, i guess you could say,
when he realizes he's in fact
walked all the way to the edge
of town, and that, at the
edge of town, there's a nice
little forest that he can't
ever remember having been in
before.  so, he strolls on into
the forest. it's a nice warm
sunny day. he takes off his
shirt. the sunshine feels wonderful
on his sexy naked chest and back.
his little pink nipples with
the light wisps of almost-gold
blonde hair nestled close by
are tingling. he is fully
aware that his big smooth
cock is throbbing against
the front of his tight
faded old blue jeans, and
so he just stops in his
tracks, unbuckles his belt,
unzips his pants, frees
his big smooth cock, and
spends a couple minutes
masturbating with sheer
pure revelrous abandon
until he has a great electro-
jolt of an orgasm and spurts
about 15 separate spurts of
hot white gooey cum that goes
plop plop plop onto the
fallen leaves at his feet. then
he stands there, licking
his lips, feeling a little
odd, here in the forest
where he's never been before,
his fingers wrapped around his dick,
the sunlight on his back,
and not an unpleasant
thought anywhere in his head.
every day should be this
simple, he thinks,
as he eases his big
smooth tender cock back into
his pants, zips up,
belts up his belt,
puts on his shirt,
and heads on back
into town late for whatever
appointment he's late for:
he knows it won't matter though,
he's found that he's got
the kind of face that's
easily forgiven for most
anything he needs forgiven
for. good thing he's fundamentally
such a nice guy and he's
got such a good heart--otherwise
he could, you know, take advantage.

--Carl Miller Daniels (January 21, 2006)

 

 

 

 

Various images from various places