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Reblogged from teen-wolf

Me playing Resistance.

For my geek followers.

(Source: teen-wolf, via 4srj1jep-v2)

Reblogged from muscleboyxxx
pussyboytoy:

Maybe I was homophobic. I prefer to think that I’m just old-fashioned. But when my son Matt sat us down and told us that he was gay, well, it didn’t sit too well with me. My wife cried and hugged him and all that. I just couldn’t understand it. Matt was such a man. What had all the canoe trips been for? What had happened to my little boy who had loved cars and trucks, to my teenaged son who had kicked ass at football?
But you know, now I think I understand. He brought home his boyfriend for the holidays this year. Sam’s a nice boy, polite and soft-spoken. My wife says he’s ‘adorable’ too - I’ll take her word for it. There’s something feminine about Sam. Watching them together made me realize that my son’s still a man. He’s the protector, the breadwinner, the one who’s in charge. The way that his arm wraps around his boyfriend tells me all that I need to know. I’m glad my son’s happy. I’m also glad he doesn’t take it up the ass, though I’d rather our house had been soundproofed in the first place. 
I just wish he’d settle for a little peck. I’m not ready to watch him make out with a boy yet. 

pussyboytoy:

Maybe I was homophobic. I prefer to think that I’m just old-fashioned. But when my son Matt sat us down and told us that he was gay, well, it didn’t sit too well with me. My wife cried and hugged him and all that. I just couldn’t understand it. Matt was such a man. What had all the canoe trips been for? What had happened to my little boy who had loved cars and trucks, to my teenaged son who had kicked ass at football?

But you know, now I think I understand. He brought home his boyfriend for the holidays this year. Sam’s a nice boy, polite and soft-spoken. My wife says he’s ‘adorable’ too - I’ll take her word for it. There’s something feminine about Sam. Watching them together made me realize that my son’s still a man. He’s the protector, the breadwinner, the one who’s in charge. The way that his arm wraps around his boyfriend tells me all that I need to know. I’m glad my son’s happy. I’m also glad he doesn’t take it up the ass, though I’d rather our house had been soundproofed in the first place. 

I just wish he’d settle for a little peck. I’m not ready to watch him make out with a boy yet. 

Reblogged from man-reading
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He squirms, turning his head away and into his arm, as if the book itself is responsible for his discomfort.
"You’ve got one more chapter, yes?" He nods, still not looking up. "Then you’d better get reading," I say, sliding in up to the next knuckle.

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He squirms, turning his head away and into his arm, as if the book itself is responsible for his discomfort.

"You’ve got one more chapter, yes?" He nods, still not looking up. "Then you’d better get reading," I say, sliding in up to the next knuckle.

Reblogged from pretttyboyswag
I nodded slowly. “Uh-huh,” I whispered longingly. The way he was looking at me was making me melt. He continued to play with my hair, stroking my bangs out of my face.
"Good baby, cuz I want to fuck you."

I nodded slowly. “Uh-huh,” I whispered longingly. The way he was looking at me was making me melt. He continued to play with my hair, stroking my bangs out of my face.

"Good baby, cuz I want to fuck you."

kaikgc said: Any advice on making sex less painful?

By sex, I’ll assume you mean bottoming for anal sex.

I’ve never had a particular problem with this, so my advice will probably not be better than what you could find elsewhere on the interwebs. But I’ll try.

1. Lube. Obviously. Some on his dick, some on your ass, some on a finger which then goes up your ass. Use a good lube if you’re having trouble, not a cheap drug store brand. I didn’t used to believe there was a difference, but there definitely is.

2. Relax. 90% of bottoming is psychological. If you convince yourself that it’s going to hurt, then it will. A good top learns that he can distract you during that initially painful entry by kissing, playing with your nipples, dirty talk, or anything else to get you to calm down. I suspect that if you’re having consistent problems this might be why.

3. Make him work for it. If we wants to get in your tight ass, he can rim/finger/dildo/vibrate/whatever until you beg for more. Don’t start until you feel ready.

4. Go slow. Your blog says you’re into rough sex - if that sex is hurting you (and you don’t like it hurting) then maybe cool your jets on getting roughly fucked. Take it slow, take it gently, until you can relax. Then signal to your guy that he can start pounding away.

5. Find a position that feels good for you. I, weirdly, have a lot of trouble starting off by sitting on a cock or in doggy. My top knows this and so he starts us in missionary or on my side. Experiment and find out what works.

6. I know without even writing this that people will recoil in horror, but if his dick is really big and it’s hurting you every time and you’ve established neither of you is doing anything else wrong, you might just need a smaller cock in your butt. 

I don’t know if that helped at all, but I’m sure there are lots of other, better guides out there available with only a quick Google search.

Reblogged from daddiesrule
A loud crack split the air as the bullet rushed toward me. My head exploded. 10 seconds to respawn. 
"Stop fucking sniping!" I snarled. He just giggled, sitting cross-legged on the couch with his controller held limply in his delicate fingers.
"Fine," I grunted. "I have a different way to fill you full of shots then." A moment later our clothes were scattered across the floor and I was showing the little twerp how a real man uses his big gun.

A loud crack split the air as the bullet rushed toward me. My head exploded. 10 seconds to respawn. 

"Stop fucking sniping!" I snarled. He just giggled, sitting cross-legged on the couch with his controller held limply in his delicate fingers.

"Fine," I grunted. "I have a different way to fill you full of shots then." A moment later our clothes were scattered across the floor and I was showing the little twerp how a real man uses his big gun.

(via aarymis)

Anonymous said: Where in Toronto? Daddy here. Love to dom a sub boy

I’m just west of downtown. Come off anon and maybe we can work something out.

Reblogged from badboy4evr
"Unf, so fucking deep, I’m so deep inside you babe. Yeah, spread your legs for me, spread ‘em like a girl. Yeah, you’re my girl, give your pussy to your man. Feel my big manly cock. You like it? Yeah babe, it’s sliding in and out of your soft, wet pussy, making you my pretty boycunt."

"Unf, so fucking deep, I’m so deep inside you babe. Yeah, spread your legs for me, spread ‘em like a girl. Yeah, you’re my girl, give your pussy to your man. Feel my big manly cock. You like it? Yeah babe, it’s sliding in and out of your soft, wet pussy, making you my pretty boycunt."

Reblogged from shep-hard
I paid the taxi driver, trooped up the stairs, and pulled off my jacket as I entered the apartment. It was dark out, late at night, but I could hear the soft sound of the TV coming from the living room. 
He was curled up on the couch, clutching a blanket, his eyes closed delicately. I approached quietly. I could hear his fluttering little breaths. “Hey, it’s me,” I said softly into his ear, stroking the sleeping boy’s hair.
His eyes opened sleepily. “You’re home,” he smiled sweetly, still bleary-eyed. “I missed you. I was waiting up,” he admitted bashfully.
"I missed you too, baby," I said huskily. We paused, looking at each other in silence. I took a step forward slowly, so that our lips were inches apart. "Let me show you how much I missed you," I hissed, seizing his waist and pulling his slim body against mine. "I missed your face, your lips, your pretty pussy… God, you’re beautiful." I kissed him, hard.

I paid the taxi driver, trooped up the stairs, and pulled off my jacket as I entered the apartment. It was dark out, late at night, but I could hear the soft sound of the TV coming from the living room. 

He was curled up on the couch, clutching a blanket, his eyes closed delicately. I approached quietly. I could hear his fluttering little breaths. “Hey, it’s me,” I said softly into his ear, stroking the sleeping boy’s hair.

His eyes opened sleepily. “You’re home,” he smiled sweetly, still bleary-eyed. “I missed you. I was waiting up,” he admitted bashfully.

"I missed you too, baby," I said huskily. We paused, looking at each other in silence. I took a step forward slowly, so that our lips were inches apart. "Let me show you how much I missed you," I hissed, seizing his waist and pulling his slim body against mine. "I missed your face, your lips, your pretty pussy… God, you’re beautiful." I kissed him, hard.

(Source: shep-hard, via mbluvr)

Reblogged from iammegadaddyissues
domconfessions:

"Shh! It’s done. You belong to me now. Accept it and have no regrets. I would have taken you regardless. It’s better that you submitted willingly."
"You feel it, don’t you - my cum inside you. It’s in deep, becoming a part of you. Making you mine. You were a good boy and took it all. And it was a lot. Hold it in you. Show me how thankful you are. I know I hurt you but your ass was so soft and wet and tight that I couldn’t control myself. I’m only just beginning. I’m going to make you a shivering, moaning, with less control over your life than you ever thought you’d give up."

domconfessions:

"Shh! It’s done. You belong to me now. Accept it and have no regrets. I would have taken you regardless. It’s better that you submitted willingly."

"You feel it, don’t you - my cum inside you. It’s in deep, becoming a part of you. Making you mine. You were a good boy and took it all. And it was a lot. Hold it in you. Show me how thankful you are. I know I hurt you but your ass was so soft and wet and tight that I couldn’t control myself. I’m only just beginning. I’m going to make you a shivering, moaning, with less control over your life than you ever thought you’d give up."

(Source: iammegadaddyissues)