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Personally, circumcised (twice, the doctor ripped it off after it healed). But four years of work has given me back natural coverage. Guys who work at it have a rating scale of restored coverage, and I'm really only around a CI of four, but with lots of hard work when I'm flacid the head will rest inside a soft layer of skin like it should have been from birth. I have been trying to post a personal pic but for some reason admins won't approve.
Simple as that - are you a Top or a Bottom? Whichever way you take it or give it, do you prefer it hard, fast, and deep or slow, gentle, and shallow? I love it both ways but prefer to be a dominant top! Enjoy!
During a typical orgasm, how much noise do you usually make?
1 - Silent, just heavy breathing. Don't want to disturb the neighbors.
2 - Soft gasp and rapid panting.
3 - Long pulsing moan
4 - Passionate vocal outburst
5 - Unrestrained screaming. To hell with the neighbors
6 - It varies, depending on how horny I am
Julian hadn’t meant to come back to the lakeside café. It just… happened.
He was in town for his sister’s wedding, driving the familiar streets of his college town like a ghost retracing its old haunts, when the craving hit. The kind only a very specific memory could satisfy: late afternoons, chipped ceramic mugs, and sun pouring through dusty windows while Micah read poetry aloud from a book he never finished.
He told himself it would be five minutes. Just a quick latte. Maybe a glance at the water if the view hadn’t changed.
But when he walked in, the view definitely had.
Micah was there.
Same posture—shoulders relaxed, back of his neck just slightly pink from the sun. He was sitting at their old table, of all places, with a notebook open and a half-finished espresso beside it.
Julian froze in the doorway. Surely, this couldn’t be real.
Micah looked up.
Time didn’t stop, not really—but it bent, slightly, like heat rising from asphalt.
“Jules?” Micah said, blinking in disbelief.
Julian exhaled slowly. “Wow. Hey.”
They ended up sitting together because that’s what you do when someone you used to love is suddenly in front of you and the café only has three tables. It felt less like fate and more like inevitability.
“You still drink espresso like it’s a challenge,” Julian teased, nodding at the tiny cup.
Micah laughed. “And you still wear cardigans like it’s fall year-round.”
It wasn’t fall. It was late May, and the sunlight made everything smell like warm wood and pine pollen. The lake outside shimmered like a daydream. Inside, it smelled of roasted beans, memories, and slightly too much cinnamon.
They danced around the obvious at first—where they were living, what they were doing now, who they’d become. Julian was in Chicago, designing clean, expensive interiors for people who never met the contractors. Micah had stayed local, teaching English at the community college.
“I love it,” Micah said simply. “It’s not flashy, but it feels… right.”
Julian looked down at the swirl of his latte. “I’m not sure anything I do feels like that.”
Micah’s eyes softened. “Still chasing approval?”
Julian flinched. “Ouch.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No, you did.” He didn’t say it with anger. Just acceptance.
Silence crept in for a moment. Comfortable. Familiar.
They’d dated for two years in college. Fell hard, like people do when they’re twenty and think love is enough to override everything—family, ambition, fear. But it hadn’t been enough then. Julian had been scared of being out. Of being soft. Of being seen. Micah, for all his gentle patience, had grown tired of waiting to be chosen.
Julian had chosen safety. And then regret.
Micah was the only person he’d ever truly missed.
“I’m sorry,” Julian said, quietly, after a long sip.
Micah looked at him, eyes steady. “I know. I was angry for a long time. Then sad. Then… okay.”
“Are you happy now?” Julian asked.
Micah smiled, small and sincere. “Most days. You?”
Julian hesitated. “Some days.”
A breeze stirred through the café window. The barista turned over the closed sign, though no one asked them to leave. Micah’s notebook lay open, an unfinished poem stretching toward the edge of the page.
“Still writing?” Julian asked.
Micah nodded. “Always. I think I wrote a hundred versions of you after we ended.”
Julian chuckled, half-shy. “Sorry for the emotional content.”
“It was good material,” Micah said, smirking. “Angsty. Conflicted. Very Brokeback Lite.”
Julian laughed—really laughed—and something inside him unknotted.
The sun dipped lower, brushing golden light across the table. It turned Micah’s eyes honey-brown, glowing and alive.
“I should go,” Julian said eventually, though he didn’t want to.
Micah nodded. “Me too.”
They stood, gathering cups, still awkward in that dance of possibility and what-if.
At the door, Julian paused. “Can I text you sometime?”
Micah tilted his head. “You still have my number?”
“Of course I do.” Julian smiled. “Never could delete it.”
Micah looked at him for a long beat. “Then yeah. You can.”
He stepped forward and pressed a soft kiss to Julian’s cheek—familiar, surprising, hopeful.
“Maybe this time, we won’t need perfect timing,” he whispered.
And just like that, Julian felt something he hadn’t in years: the feeling of maybe again.
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This is SO cool! More videos should be done this way IF they are going to do the rectangle type. Is there a name for this screen format? I hate saying, TikTok like or pseudo-TikTok because I don't want to give that site credit. Anywho. Fill me in and share your thoughts.
I'm baaaaack!! If you've seen my previous blog posts, you may have noticed I like to switch things up. Not all of the clips are pornographic, but each and every one is unique. There's always something you don't often find among the favorites of any profile --- including mine!
This video certainly caught my attention. It shows a lad dedicated to his craft, using every part of his body to be in sync with the rhythm. While I like the music, it seems to be tacked on in post-production --- and to be frank it doesn't really fit with the vibe.
Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this respite from your regularly scheduled binge on GPT! (which is also a respite from life itself ;)
Click here if embed player fails to load: https://www.gayporntube.com/video/1848788/performance-of-a-naked-guy
Have you seen a clip that includes dancing or anything artsy? Feel free to share in the comments below!
Just a nice safe blog where we can drink lemonade and discuss "The Waltons". Oh wait, there were children on "The Waltons". So maybe we'll discuss "Garfield". But Garfield is a cat, that might open up another can of worms. After all, we're not sure what his relationship with Odie is...
Is discussing "The Golden Girls" safe?
