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Friday, August 5, 2011

A story Bruce Brown wrote about us

" Come on Sweet Treat, WALKIES! " Sweet Treat or ST as he is sometimes known picks up his collars and comes running to me.

I give ST a big hug and brush your hair from your face, exposing your lips for my kiss. My hand runs down the back of your head "petting": the long full black hair, pulling it also to the side so the collar can be fitted to the brown skinned neck of my boy Sweet Treat.

This collar matches in colour the eyes, black and deep in shade, not the black empty, but the black full. Full of fun, lust, love and trust. I place the collar around your neck, pulling the leather strap snug against your adams apple. Your eyes, the deepest I have ever seen, speak to me in their own voice. "I am yours alone, we have right now"

The shorts you were wearing slip down to the floor. your soft brown cock waits it's own collar. One of red. Silver snaps. Your shiver is one not of cold, but of desire, need, you lean into me and sigh.

I lift the full sack, newly shaved, silk skin in my hand. The red on the brown is a decorators dream match. The collar fits snug as did the black one.

I guess I look kind of young...cute pictures from a while back!

All legal, don't worry!

Also, the writing on my chest was for a Dudesnude verification pic.

Fun stuff

new underwear you can expect to see me in and out of

Still no comments? requests!??

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Some old videos from when I was 18

part 1

part 2

besos!

Some of the more artistic nudes I've been lucky enough to capture

I haven't gotten any comments from anyone on any of these posts! Please give me input if you have any!

Pictures you won't see on my flickr (webcam pics)

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Cum on me!

I would love more of this! Anyone have some extra cum?

My Story for Him

It was a hot summer day and school was long. I biked home quickly, the warm wind caressing my head and flowing into and out of my shirt and my shorts. I threw my bike down on the lawn, and went inside to see my mom making some diner in the kitchen. I quickly skipped up to her, and leaned forward on one leg to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"how was school?" she asked brightly
"it was ok...long" i muttered impatiently, running up towards my room. I put my back pack down and took my shoes off. Looking at the clock I knew it was about the time that mom would take off for yoga class. I waited upstairs, laying back on the couch watching the sun light up the street through the window. Without warning, I saw the SUV pull out of the driveway, and seconds later I got a text message "Bye hun, be back by 8!".

4 hours. That was a tremendous number of minutes, and even more seconds! my mind reeled at the thought of what mischief was coming next. I quickly slipped off my running shorts and my t-shirt, standing in front of the mirror in just my orange briefs. I quickly smiled and flexed my stomach, remarking at the average musculature and nicely tones legs. I turned around and quickly eyed my back and butt in the mirror before slithering my underpants quickly back down my legs. I knew I could keep them on, and as I brought them to my nose, they still smelled fresh and clean like downy mixed with old spice. But I had other plans. I pulled out a fresh pair of polyester running shorts and a tight white t and put them on the bed. I walked to the window and looked out longingly, and then notice the warmth of the sun on my abdomen. The sun was shining right through my window and onto my brown skin, and it filled me momentarily with delight so i put my arms up in the air and chortled "cock-a-doodle-doo" while shaking my pelvis in the sunbeam. As I felt my flaccid member slap my thighs lightly i cracked up and giggling fell on the bed, clutching my change of clothes. I got up, and pulled the shirt over my head, walking out the door with my shorts. I walked half naked t the kitchen and pulled my shorts up my legs and covered my privates. I quickly went to the garage, my brain humming, and my stomach full of speedy butterflies, and grabbed my "other" backup. I put it on, looking the part of school boy, got on my bike, and set off down the road.

Another story by Bryan

Bryan wrote this after seeign a set I put up. The whole set can be seen here.

I can see you dancing with three other dancers in rehearsal. It's a room on the second floor and one wall is all mirrors and one wall is all windows from ceiling to floor. There is an office building across the street so they can watch you and the other dancers practice. The room is full of warm sun and the heat from it combines with the heat and sweat off of your bodies. You have been working for over 3 hours on your latest dance and it's finally coming together. The music fills the room as you gracefully turn and run and jump into each others arms.

Even though you have this dance down perfectly and it's cemented in your brain you keep messing up on one particular move. You are messing it up on purpose. It's when you are full center stage and you turn and run as fast as you can and leap through the air with your arms spread wide and fall into the waiting strong arms of your other three dancers. Then they slowly help you turn over, face up with arms spread wide and bring you back to your feet to face the audience. You have also been complaining about your new tights and how they feel great but when you land in their arms they are sliding down your legs and bothering you. In reality all problems have been made up by you and orchestrated in a rich plan created by you last night. Laying hints here and saying the right thing there all come together and are activated by you when you give your dancers your look. You have used it before and it is your finest tool (other than your gorgeous cock) and you know how and when to use it and that time is now.

You turn and stand one more time facing an imaginary audience, naked chest and your new very sheer tights you picked out for just this situation. Arms outstretched and with a sly smirk you turn and run abandon with eyes closed jumping at the perfect second into the air and landing confidently into the arms of your men. You feel every muscle in their arms flex as you land perfectly and precisely. You pause for a quick breath then begin to roll over in their arms with a little help from their bulging biceps slick with sweat. As you reach your full on face up position you open your eyes and look directly into the eyes of the hottest dancer Eric on your left and let him see into your thoughts. He quickly receives your message and blushes. You then turn your attention to Drew on your left. The dark curly hair falling around his eyes, large and black and give him the same knowing glance. He too turns red but continues to look back at you. Finally you tilt your head back and smile fully until your eyes meet James. He smiles back as a drop of his hot sweat falls upon your cheek. "New tights still bothering you Naakul?" he asks. You just smile bigger and laugh a little as they lay you down on the hard floor. Eric reaches out and puts his hand on your crotch and says "oh wow, they do seem a bit tight don't they?" "well I guess they will have to come off if we are going to get this move right" Drew states as he looks into the eyes of Eric and James then back at you. "Sounds good to me" you say "and it's about time you figured that one out" you add.

A story by Brian Janke for me

Brian wrote this for me a while back..It still turns me on!

Naakul was alone in the rehearsal hall this morning. The morning sun was shining through the glass wall and illuminating and warming the large simple room. Today he was going to work on some new dance ideas and get the feel for them. He moved about the room gracefully and floated through the air and landing without a sound. He stopped for a moment and looked at himself reflected in the mirrored wall opposite the floor to ceiling windows. His dark hair wet with sweat fell over his deep brown sensuous eyes and draped onto his strong brown shoulders. With the sun behind him a deep blue sheen reflected off of his moistened hair and made it look like he was wearing a crown of light. His bare chest heaved rushing fresh oxygen to his taut warm muscles. The only thing he wore, a pair of sheer white cotton pants, clung to his wet skin in places and hung loosely around his strong legs in others. After that last move he stood arms out and legs apart and with the strong morning sun coming in behind him you could see the outline of his naked body. You could even see his heated balls and dark cock through the material. He smiled at this and a bit of blood began to rush to his manhood but he went into a spin and went flying across the room. The air rushing over him felt cool against his moist skin. Everything in him, each cell of his strained muscles, every nerve ending in his skin felt electrified and tingled. After a few more jumps and a short leap he ran to the other end of the room, spun again and glided back to the center of the room and landed with a start when he heard the big metal door slam behind his back.

He turned quickly and was suddenly caught by the site of the large brown haired man in the dirty yellow construction hat, red plaid shirt and jeans that you know had grown to form perfectly around his legs and ass. “Hello” Naakul said when he regained his composure. The man didn’t say a word but just started walking around and looking up at the ceiling. “Can I help you with something?” he asked the stranger. “Look I’m just here to check some for some junctions from the room across the hall that we’re working on, that’s it” he finally replied. ‘Oh, OK well I was about to take a break so I’ll do that and let you do what you need to do and stay out of your way then.” “Yeah you make sure you do just that” the construction worker said roughly. Naakul thought that was a rather strange way to talk to someone that you just met and who was actually trying to be helpful. “Did I do something to offend you in some way?” he asked the man. “Let’s just say that I don’t really get your lifestyle and leave it at that”. Naakul became more than just curious and started to become offended himself. “What the hell do you mean by that and where do you get off making assumptions like that as soon as you walk into a room?” he said sharply. “Look, I know all I need to know about you from your little show with your prancing little buddies last week” Naakul looked shocked at this. “Yeah that’s right’ he continued ‘me and my buddies were working in the building across the street. It was disgusting” said the man as he stepped a bit closer. Nak stepped back but could not shut up his mouth as he said “What’s the problem, upset because now you found out that being a real man means taking a real dick up your ass and not just swinging around a hammer?” As soon as it came out of his mouth Naakul could see it was not the right thing to say to this guy. He could see his anger seething in him as he tore off his hard hat and flung it against the wall and started walking directly to him. Nak stood his ground because he could not get to the door in time. “What the fuck are you trying to say you asshole?’ he yelled. He got directly in front of Nak and shoved his face directly into his.