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And this is where we get to the moral of the story. Every one who shits on you is not your enemy and everyone who gets you out of the shit is not your friend. When someone helps you and saves your ass, just be thankful and shut-up. Just because your enemy does something unexpected and positive remember, he is still your enemy. And mostly...If the Foo shits, wear it. .
something kinda strange happened....A reEVELATION OF SORTS.....
I WAS VACATIONNING IN SOUTH AMERICA AND ITS THIS
INCREDIBLE ATTRACTION FOR LATINO MEN...
SERIOUSLY...THEY ALMOST ALL TURN ME ON!
AM I ALONE TO FEEL THIS?
THEIR BODYS AND SKIN TONE DRIVE ME NUTS!
AND ONE SMILED BACK AT ME THE DAY I ARRIVED
AND APPROACHED ME...I STUTTERED AND
COULDNT EVEN SPEAK I WAS SO INTRANSED
BY HIS BEAUTY! DOES ANYONE FEEL THIS WAY?
POST PICS OF HOT LATINOS IF YOU HAVE ANY.....PRETTY PLEASE WITH SUGAR ON TOP!!!
Hi boys!
I'm adding more content as time goes by so keep checking for some great teenvids ;)
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Feeling Horny. Any suggestions? Think a wank over Romeo Beckham may help.
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On my way back from an early morning run I saw a sign stuck on a lamp post that said: "Worker available for babysitting, dog walking, gardening, odd jobs." signed by Andy, and containing a phone number.
The sign was written in ugly, messy handwriting, giving me mixed feelings. On the one hand, I really appreciated the proactive approach to seeking work. This was obviously a teenager, and we should applaud young people wanting to become financially independent and responsible over their own lives, instead of the predominant entitled leeches that most young people are. However, I thought that the sign was terrible and felt saddened at the idea of no one giving him any work.
So I decided to write down the number and message him. After all, I just bought an old house that hasn't been lived in for years and need some renovations. Maybe he can give me a hand.
"Hi Andy, saw your sign looking for work. Are you still available?"
"Hello! Yes! What would you like me to do?"
"I just moved into a new house. Pool is a mess and garden needs some love haha, if you could help me with that I would really appreciate."
"Yep, your garden will love me :) I'm free anytime this week"
So he came over that weekend. We bonded over a quick tour of the house, the story of how I was able to start a tech company while still in college and sell it not long after graduating, leaving me bored to buy properties and renovate them as a hobby.
Despite the fact that he was a beautiful, skinny white boy, and I am ten years older tanned and with a power belly, I could see a lot of me in him. He was a curious, ambitious boy, his eyes widening and lighting up everytime the topic of money - and the perks of having a small fortune at a young age - came up. He told me how the computer he wanted to buy was to learn how to code. I could tell that with his entreprenurial spirit he was going to go far.
I showed him to the back, gave him all the supplies and tools and wished him good luck. As I went back inside the house to read a book I couldn't concentrate, my mind kept wandering to those shiny green eyes, shy smile and slim body.
Despite it being a hot day, Andy was wearing jeans and boots. As I was inside with the airconditioning on, I started to feel bad for him. However, the feeling didn't last long. I checked on him through the window and saw he had taken his shirt and pants off, working dutifully on the pool on his underwear.
I went outside, shouted his name and called him over.
"I'm so sorry, I know it's not very professional but I'm boiling' he said being apologetic.
His body was wonderland. Tight smooth legs and abs, his underwear was a bit damp with sweat, creating the most amazing bulge highliting a nice set of balls and the contour of his cock.
"It's not that, you can work naked if you want haha would probably pay you extra if you do haha I was just going to say that you should wear sunscreen. Here's some" my eyes trying to focus on his face, while simultaneously taking in his amazing teen body and somehow ending always on that bulge.
"Haha Can I?" he said looking at me tentatively. It wasn't entirely clear whether he was asking about working naked or taking the sunscreen, but the answer was yes to both so I replied "Sure".
There was an awkward silence, he bit his lip and felt up his bulge, cupping it in hands and rubbing it gently to seize it up, presumably ascertaining whether his teen dick was of an appropriate size to have on display in front of an older guy. By now I had a semi and my bulge was most certainly on display through my beach shorts.
"You can get an even tan, arguably the most amazing and harder thing to get haha" I said trying to break the silence, smiling. Notice how nowadays you can say anything if you keep it casual, add some haha or emojis, and it is a always 'joke' until someone decides to take up the offer. Neat way out, easy way in.
He smiled back, dropped his underwear, and before I had much time to appreciate the goods turned around and stood in front of me. I took the cue as an invitation to apply sunscreen on his back. Which I did, combining the spreading of sunscreen with a back rub.
"Mmm that's nice" he moaned gently "I've never had a massage before"
"Massages are really good to release stress that builds up in the muscles, specially if you are doing physical work. You are really tight, try loosening up a bit"
Without replying, I could feel his body becoming more relaxed and malleable. As he already had plenty of sunscreen on his back, at this point I turned him around to face me, and without giving him much of an option, continued to apply sunscreen and massage his pecs, caressing his abs.
All this time he had his eyes closed, pressing his lips, hummming quietly seemingly trying to contain occasional moans. His dick went from a semi to a rock hard erection. A 6 inches uncut beauty that was pointing up.
As I was finishing up the sunscreen on his legs I ran my hands up his thigh, all the way to his asshole and gently rubbing the balls. He flinched, as being highly sensitive, supercharged with hormones, but didn't resist.
As I finished, I grabbed him by the waist and said "Eh, Andy - we have a problem here"
He finally opened his eyes, looked down, and pretending there wasn't anything out of the ordinary happening, including his stiff cock in my face, he gave a casual blank look without saying much.
"I don't think you can work like this. I mean, you could put some sunscreen on your dick, but even then, it will probably get in the way. You need to have all your attention on the task at hand, all your blood in your muscles"
"What... what..." his throbbing cock seemed to have taken away the ability to speak, so I continued:
"There's only one way to deal with that. You know, gotta release that pressure somehow. Maybe you should go home, deal with it, and come back some other day" Of couse I was teasing him, but at the idea of missing out on the opportunity to make some money working today, and of having to put that raging hard cock back in his pants, he said:
"No, I mean. It shouldn't be an issue at all. You know how it is, you aren't that much older than me. I mean, sometimes I can't control it, it has a life of its own!" He said, shaking his heaps a bit from side to side so that his cock and balls bounced around it, the cock always returning daringly to its firm position staring straight up at the sky. "It is not a problem that is hard to solve..." he said, returning to his shy state, but with a smirk.
"You are 100% correct" I said, and I pulled down my own shorts to reveal my own erection. In front of each other, his was a cute and brave young cock with a lot of energy and not much practice. Mine was bigger and thicker, standing strong but relaxed, bidding its time before running a fucking marathon, literally. I continued:
"My cock is also a not so little monster of its own. However, I am not the one working on the garden. I guess you could technically 'deal with your small problem' but then what am I meant to do" I stared from his eyes to his dick, my speech changing as my mouth was salivating rapidly, giving him a challenging smirk.
He was dumbstrock staring at my cock. Almost automatically, and seemingly ignoring everything I had just said, he started stroking his cock, biting his lips, never taking his eyes off my dick. Finally, he said:
"I'd never seen another dick in person before. Yours is massive..."
I could've made a witty remark about him having seen lots of dicks online before, but the banter time was over. I pulled him closer to me, made him get on his knees and start blowing me.
It was a slow, dedicated, exploratory suck. He was licking the edges of my head, from the tip to my balls, trying sucking at different speeds and pressures; appreciating every inch of it, discovering and practicing new techniches. He kept hammering his own dick vigorously while sucking. Not bad at all for a first time.
I pulled him back up, removed his hand from his dick and started sucking him. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands, started moaning and swearing, contorting his body in weird ways, and before long and without warning he shot a big load of boy cum in my mouth. He was still shooting as I retreated, so he got some on my face and chest. I got up, and with a bit of cum still in my mouth, gave him a kiss. He tasted the cum, swallowed it and smiled "It doesn't taste bad"
"I smiled back and said "Hope you like it because you'll me swallowing a big load later today... Now do your fucking job and get back to the garden" I said, smirking, really enjoying the dynamic we were developing of being simultaneously serious, casual, funny, and comfortable to explore nudity and sexuality.
Content with his first, and therefore best blowjob he ever got, and despite his cock still being throbbing, he gave me a big smile, nodded, and went back to work.
I don't know much about garnening, so can't know for sure whether it is necessary to be on all four while you work, but as I went back into the house he has in a perfect doggy style position, arching his back so that his tight boy hole was staring right at me. Inviting me...
To be continued...
You can see two gifs of Asher Angel on my wall. They show a beautifully smiling Asher. The striking feature of Asher is his radiant smile. It’s the smile which is his real beauty. The smile is the result of happiness. Only a happy person can smile well. His beautiful smile tells us that Asher is a happy person. His name also signifies that he is a happy person. Asher Dov Angel. This is his full name. He is Jewish. In Hebrew ‘Asher’ means ‘happy’ and ‘Dov’ means ‘bear’. So we get his name as ‘happy bear’. But let’s leave the ‘Dov’ and take only ‘Asher Angel’. And that means ‘ happy angel’. Even though Asher is a human being the beauty of his smile makes him angelic.
The face is the first place where physical beauty begins. Asher has a beautiful face and it becomes very beautiful when he smiles. Like the full Moon, his face is illuminated by the smile. When he smiles his beautiful green eyes become bright and add luster to the face. The dimples which appear on the cheeks as he smiles make his face cute. The beautiful and innocent smile make Asher adorable. His enchanting smile livens us up.
Asher is not only endowed with a beautiful smile but has also artistic skills. He is an actor and is known for his role in the Disney series ‘Andi Mac’. He has acted in other TV shows, movies, and short films. He is also a good singer, guitarist and a beautiful dancer. With his winsome smile and creative abilities, this multifaceted teenager has won the hearts of people.
Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee,
Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin',
They spoke about the red man's way, how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand or a place to hide Down in the crowded bars out for a good time,
Can't wait to tell you all what it's like up there
And they called it paradise, I don't know why
Somebody laid the mountains low while the town got high Then the chilly winds blew down across the desert,
Through the canyons of the coast to the Malibu
Where the pretty people play hungry for power
To light their neon way and give them things to do Some rich man came and raped the land, nobody caught 'em,
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes and, Jesus, people bought 'em
And they called it paradise, the place to be,
They watched the hazy sun sinking in the sea You can leave it all behind and sail to Lahaina
Just like the missionaries did so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign 'Jesus is Coming',
Brought the white man's burden down, brought the white man's reign Who will provide the grand design, what is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier, we have got to make it here
We satisfy our endless needs and justify our bloody deeds
In the name of destiny and in the name of God And you can see them there on Sunday morning
Stand up and sing about what it's like up there
They called it paradise, I don't know why
You call some place paradise, kiss it goodbye By: Glenn Frey / Don Henley
Wow. They both are but the top is the most beautiful. The expression on his face shows and indicates that he is about to loose it and or is in the process of doing so. Having to let himself go thrusting his hips over and over and over with an orgasm ejaculating burning hot sperm and semen from his erect penis and testicles.
Some old vids going back several months don't seem to be available any more. The icons show but the vids won't play. I'm missing favourites like "young teen action", "innocent game", "cute and kinky", "fireboy returns", "pasha and kolya" etc. Is any one else experiencing the same problem? Can they be made available again pl?
I love black bodies and cocks. Something real special about them. Maybe lots of things. The sizes are legendary. Muscular, wiry-haired bodies - underarms, chests, bellies, pubes, buttcracks. Loads of hot, creamy cum.
I was watching a vid about a white guy in a fuck club with five black guys. I envied him so. Got so horned up I decided I had to go get me some right now, this night. I had heard of an all-black club - a bar - in the rural countryside and determined to go find it. That was not much of a problem.
It was the only building on a lonely stretch of road near the coast. Nothing elaborate, just a wooden building with a big, gravel, sand and shell parking lot. No exterior lights, shaded windows. I parked my van at the end of a row of other vehicles.
Went into the club and straight to the bar like it was home. The club was busy. About a dozen guys, three hot looking women. A small elevated dance floor with a couple of poles at each end. A honey, naked as the day she was born was doing her stuff to one of the poles, then across the floor in many postures, lots of hand touching of herself, to the other pole, to the edge of the stage, back, all around to the beat of the music.
I noticed right away most of the guys were ignoring her. The club women weren't getting much attention either. One was at the bar between a couple of guys, obviously pumping them for drinks and offering her wares. The other two were at tables; one sitting with three guys, the other with two guys.
The bar served only beer and mixers for BYOB customers. Several bottles were in view - brandy, some flavored, gin, vodka, whiskey. I perched on a bar stool with one on either side of me and ordered a Bud. As I drank my beer I turned to watch the dancer, my legs apart, package on display, lips and tongue working the head of the beer bottle.
Didn't take long. A middle-aged guy came to the bar on my left hand side as I faced the center of the room, still watching the dancer. He stood beside the stool, close to me, close enough I could smell his nice cologne. He leaned on the bar and ordered a Sprite (tm). When the glass of ice and bottle of Sprite was served, he poured two fingers of vodka into the glass and topped it off with the bubbly, clear soda. Took a drink, then turned to me.
"You looking for some pussy, man?" he asked. "Like that black girl?"
Smiling at him, I answered, "No sir, not, but she is okay."
"Whaddaya want then, man?" he grinned back at me. "We don't get white dudes in here much."
"Well, I guess a good answer is, I want what the ladies in here want," I answered.
"Alright," he said. "You ain't no more subtle than me. Let me buy you a drink." Without waiting for my answer, he ordered another set up - a glass with ice and a Sprite. The bartender brought it over. My benefactor poured the two fingers of vodka from his bottle. I added the Sprite and took a swallow.
He let his hairy arm brush against my arm between us. "I ain't got much time, man. I got a bitchy wife at home, her mother and a houseful of kids. You wanna get what you came to get now?"
"Sure," I said.
"So let's go to the john," he suggested, draping his arm around my shoulder.
"I have a better idea," I countered, "let's go outside to the parking lot. I have a van with a mattress in the back."
We gulped down our drinks, sat the glasses on the bar. I got off the stool, picked up my bottle of beer. We walked out his arm around my waist. Everyone appeared to be going on about their business or pleasure, but they were looking, trying not to be obvious about it.
