Str8 males and bi sex
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In the Fast Layne
Zeta's right that you should follow Layne's pic thread -- our seductive fellow is seemingly more buff with every photo. My favorite bi-sex tease pic of Layne, though, is the spread shot showing his hairless, puckered asshole and dangling scrotum. You can see a zillion rectums an hour as you surf the web, but there's something incredibly inviting about Layne's backside. For this str8/bi sex thread, he's kind of a poster boy -- he's male, pumped, even buff, but he's also smooth, pink, open. The kind of guy you wouldn't think twice about slipping a cock into.
My lover Maria, who views Layne's pics while playing handily with herself, says these new ones get her clit throbbing. She likes the teasing aspect. Along with hotladynj, Maria wants to untie that knot.
Zeta's right that you should follow Layne's pic thread -- our seductive fellow is seemingly more buff with every photo. My favorite bi-sex tease pic of Layne, though, is the spread shot showing his hairless, puckered asshole and dangling scrotum. You can see a zillion rectums an hour as you surf the web, but there's something incredibly inviting about Layne's backside. For this str8/bi sex thread, he's kind of a poster boy -- he's male, pumped, even buff, but he's also smooth, pink, open. The kind of guy you wouldn't think twice about slipping a cock into.
My lover Maria, who views Layne's pics while playing handily with herself, says these new ones get her clit throbbing. She likes the teasing aspect. Along with hotladynj, Maria wants to untie that knot.
Layne
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Hey, I am all for the idea of being our poster boy, thanks for your support, now if we can rally a little more support here, maybe I am in.
I'll take some better pics next week if you like, these last few are just pics of stuff I have posted for sale on ebay.
Later,
Layne
Hey, I am all for the idea of being our poster boy, thanks for your support, now if we can rally a little more support here, maybe I am in.
I'll take some better pics next week if you like, these last few are just pics of stuff I have posted for sale on ebay.
Later,
Layne
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Neighborhood Watch
Benny, my neighbor, is on his balcony tending his potted rubber tree. He does this once a week, just about this time of day, when the sun bathes his side of the building and he feels comfortable gardening in his very slight thong.
I love to watch Benny, and he knows it. He's a Pilates instructor at the community center and has those long well-defined muscles of a swimmer. He shaves most of his body, sports tribal tattoos around each nipple, keeps his toes painted blood red and, every Friday morning, puts on eye makeup and lipstick, pulls his long blond hair into a ponytail, and walks out into the sun to putter with his plant.
As usual, I'm sitting on my own balcony waiting for him. I'm naked under my short satin bathrobe; I sip from a mug of coffee; I read a folded morning paper; I keep an eye on Benny's apartment. My shaved scrotum, by the way, rolls seductively under the soft fabric and plays peekaboo from under the robe's hem. One day last month, the near-sighted widow in 7B spotted me fondling my loose balls and, later in the lobby, exclaimed she'd too like a therapy pet, something warm and soft that she could put in her lap and caress and stroke. "Could I play with yours sometime?" she asked. I imagined her 65-year-old body, still in good shape, buttressed by corset and garter, and kneeling on the bed while sucking my testicles, one by one, into her dentured mouth. "Sure," I said, eyeing her perfectly painted lips, crisp white teeth, and rather large floppy tongue. I could feel my cock twitch. "Anytime."
Benny's a little late this morning, so I start tickling the head of my limp cock by tracing an index fingertip along the ridge around the head. Already I'm growing, enlongating to meet the day's sunlight. I use two fingers now, like labia, on the sides of my lengthening shaft, and let the head rise through the robe's opening. Up periscope, up a little higher, feel the cool morning air, exposing my full cock to whoever needs a look. My robe falls away to the side, so it's essentially me, my coffee, my folded paper, and my shaved seven-inch buddy engaged in his morning stretch. Glorious.
And there's Benny, padding onto his balcony in bare feet with painted toes. He immediately sees me, nods hello, and unties his robe, slowly, letting it slide down his back, down his arms, like the unveiling of a statue. My, he's muscled, and that teeniest of thongs barely encases his floppy, sun-heated manhood. He grabs a small tool to work the plant's potted soil, and then kneels, rump facing my way, to pick and pluck and water.
Does Benny know I can see an inch up his sunlit ass? The thong's back thread always pushes to the left of his anus, which winks open-and-closed as he does his tending. My cock lengthens at the sight of his round pinkness, his moist muscular asshole outlined, accentuated by that darkish puckered skin that, on others anyway, smells and tastes of deep musk.
Also showing -- flashing reddish in morning sun -- is the smooth, slightly sweaty underbelly of Benny's scrotal sac. His nuts are pulled forward into the thong's tiny pouch, which leaves this stretch of lickable flesh exposed to ... well, to my predatory, masturbatory gaze.
I should add that Benny has other nice features: firm buttocks, strong sexy legs, a narrow waist, and a well-muscled back. Not to mention his painted lips and long ponytail. I can see all of those features this morning, too. But, right now, it's his asshole and scrotum that give rise to my orgasm as my hand imitates what I imagine to be Benny's rectal muscles -- squeezing, pulling, milking my cock as I plunge myself into his eager, hungry, gaping shit hole.
I quickly rearrange the satin robe so that my spasms, my gooey gobs of stringy jizz, squirt (in a more contained fashion) into my cupped hand, over my purple shaft, across my swollen balls, and down between my thighs. I sit a minute, feeling the tingle, feeling my cum slowly trickle through my ass crack to my own twitching anus. I sip my coffee. I re-focus on Benny's backside.
It'll be a good day, I think. As I stand to go indoors, Benny gives a wag (intentional?) of his gorgeous be-thonged ass, and I silently thank him for tending all aspects of his garden.
Benny, my neighbor, is on his balcony tending his potted rubber tree. He does this once a week, just about this time of day, when the sun bathes his side of the building and he feels comfortable gardening in his very slight thong.
I love to watch Benny, and he knows it. He's a Pilates instructor at the community center and has those long well-defined muscles of a swimmer. He shaves most of his body, sports tribal tattoos around each nipple, keeps his toes painted blood red and, every Friday morning, puts on eye makeup and lipstick, pulls his long blond hair into a ponytail, and walks out into the sun to putter with his plant.
As usual, I'm sitting on my own balcony waiting for him. I'm naked under my short satin bathrobe; I sip from a mug of coffee; I read a folded morning paper; I keep an eye on Benny's apartment. My shaved scrotum, by the way, rolls seductively under the soft fabric and plays peekaboo from under the robe's hem. One day last month, the near-sighted widow in 7B spotted me fondling my loose balls and, later in the lobby, exclaimed she'd too like a therapy pet, something warm and soft that she could put in her lap and caress and stroke. "Could I play with yours sometime?" she asked. I imagined her 65-year-old body, still in good shape, buttressed by corset and garter, and kneeling on the bed while sucking my testicles, one by one, into her dentured mouth. "Sure," I said, eyeing her perfectly painted lips, crisp white teeth, and rather large floppy tongue. I could feel my cock twitch. "Anytime."
Benny's a little late this morning, so I start tickling the head of my limp cock by tracing an index fingertip along the ridge around the head. Already I'm growing, enlongating to meet the day's sunlight. I use two fingers now, like labia, on the sides of my lengthening shaft, and let the head rise through the robe's opening. Up periscope, up a little higher, feel the cool morning air, exposing my full cock to whoever needs a look. My robe falls away to the side, so it's essentially me, my coffee, my folded paper, and my shaved seven-inch buddy engaged in his morning stretch. Glorious.
And there's Benny, padding onto his balcony in bare feet with painted toes. He immediately sees me, nods hello, and unties his robe, slowly, letting it slide down his back, down his arms, like the unveiling of a statue. My, he's muscled, and that teeniest of thongs barely encases his floppy, sun-heated manhood. He grabs a small tool to work the plant's potted soil, and then kneels, rump facing my way, to pick and pluck and water.
Does Benny know I can see an inch up his sunlit ass? The thong's back thread always pushes to the left of his anus, which winks open-and-closed as he does his tending. My cock lengthens at the sight of his round pinkness, his moist muscular asshole outlined, accentuated by that darkish puckered skin that, on others anyway, smells and tastes of deep musk.
Also showing -- flashing reddish in morning sun -- is the smooth, slightly sweaty underbelly of Benny's scrotal sac. His nuts are pulled forward into the thong's tiny pouch, which leaves this stretch of lickable flesh exposed to ... well, to my predatory, masturbatory gaze.
I should add that Benny has other nice features: firm buttocks, strong sexy legs, a narrow waist, and a well-muscled back. Not to mention his painted lips and long ponytail. I can see all of those features this morning, too. But, right now, it's his asshole and scrotum that give rise to my orgasm as my hand imitates what I imagine to be Benny's rectal muscles -- squeezing, pulling, milking my cock as I plunge myself into his eager, hungry, gaping shit hole.
I quickly rearrange the satin robe so that my spasms, my gooey gobs of stringy jizz, squirt (in a more contained fashion) into my cupped hand, over my purple shaft, across my swollen balls, and down between my thighs. I sit a minute, feeling the tingle, feeling my cum slowly trickle through my ass crack to my own twitching anus. I sip my coffee. I re-focus on Benny's backside.
It'll be a good day, I think. As I stand to go indoors, Benny gives a wag (intentional?) of his gorgeous be-thonged ass, and I silently thank him for tending all aspects of his garden.
Re: Nice
By all means! Please... let's find out if the little widow in 7B finds her way up to your apartment! Don't play the music so loud you miss her knocking!
Layne, the idea of a group webcam session reminds me of one I had several months back. It was a lot of fun! Let's set it up!
Layne said:
By all means! Please... let's find out if the little widow in 7B finds her way up to your apartment! Don't play the music so loud you miss her knocking!
Layne, the idea of a group webcam session reminds me of one I had several months back. It was a lot of fun! Let's set it up!
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Re: Re: Nice
damn... i am so wishing that i had a webcam!
BB
zetacon4 said:
damn... i am so wishing that i had a webcam!
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yeah, yeah... i know that... =)
but there is the issue of explaining why i want to get the camera.. that is the more difficult part
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zetacon4 said:Sweetie, they cost only 20 bucks at Wally Mart!
I know you can spring for one at that price!
Let's see your cute coochie and nips!!
yeah, yeah... i know that... =)
but there is the issue of explaining why i want to get the camera.. that is the more difficult part
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Who said you had to explain anything. They are small.
Keep it in your private stash. Just rip up the receipt. (pay cash)
BlondBombshell said:yeah, yeah... i know that... =)
but there is the issue of explaining why i want to get the camera.. that is the more difficult part
Who said you had to explain anything. They are small.
Keep it in your private stash. Just rip up the receipt. (pay cash)
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Tell her you want to take pics to send to family members.
BlondBombshell said:yeah, yeah... i know that... =)
but there is the issue of explaining why i want to get the camera.. that is the more difficult part
Tell her you want to take pics to send to family members.
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Well you are certainly full of ideas and helpful hints Zeta... i'll let ya'll know when i ever get it figured out and have video capabilities
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zetacon4 said:
Well you are certainly full of ideas and helpful hints Zeta... i'll let ya'll know when i ever get it figured out and have video capabilities
BBNeighborhood Watch -- Part II
We're working hard -- Benny and me -- to give my Maria the orgasm of her life. She's naked atop the bed, on all fours except to brace herself against the headboard, her perfect brown skin a glistening mirror of sweat as she gets eaten and fucked. I lay between her legs stretching my neck, head, lips upwards to ravenously gobble at her shaved, juiced cunt. Benny straddles my chest and hammers her from behind, his hefty meat pumping and plunging just microns from my mouth.
Our heated threesome formed quickly this morning. Up surprisingly early, Maria had watched me stroking myself as I watched Benny, across the courtyard, tending his plants. Benny in his thong, Benny with his painted toenails, Benny with his pink lipstick, Benny with his long blond ponytail. What can I say? The guy turns me on, makes me hard, stirs me to wanna suck cock.
Maria took fast action. She stepped up beside me, pulled open my robe, and revealed my huge Benny-induced erection. "Hey, Benny!" she yelled, pointing to my upright dick. "You want some breakfast?" Next thing I knew, he was in my apartment, and Maria had her tongue down his throat and his cock out of his pants. Then she gripped both of us by our hard-ons and tugged us to bed.
And right now, here I am, my attention split between Maria's swollen oyster lips and Benny's fine, hard tool. I suck Maria's cunt almost everyday, and she's come in my mouth ten thousand times. My flicking tongue knows her blood-pumped clit like it knows my own palate -- familiar territory.
So I can't (I won't) ignore Benny's cunt-slickened shaft sliding over my chin and near my lips. A slight shift of angle -- Maria's pelvis rises, my chin drops slightly -- and Benny'd be fucking my mouth, sliding his cock right down my eager throat. As it is, his huge loose ball sack bangs against my chin's underside, and his veined rod brushes over my lower lip. I can taste him, male and musky, in Maria's wetness.
She's gonna come. Her pussy always swells like this just before she peaks; her clit reaches out from between her labial folds and begs to be slapped. Most times, if I don't fuck her hard enough, jam my lower belly hard against her, she pushes me away and spanks her clit -- whack, whack -- until she screams with delicious pain/pleasure. No doubt, her cunt is tightening under Benny's relentless, nearly-violent spiking, so I suck Maria's clit deep into my mouth and rake my teeth over her exposed miniscule she-prick. I time my bites to Benny's thrusts, until -- "Fuck!" she screams -- until her whole body -- "Fuck me!" -- spasms from mouth to toes -- "Fuck fuck fuck me!" -- in a deep, primal rhythm.
Benny hardly misses a beat. After one more thrust, he yanks himself from Maria's twitching backside, pops the suction between my lips and her sopping labia, and shoves his cunt-lubed cock in my mouth. I feel his meaty tube ram the back of my throat, and I relax neck muscles to control my gag. I'm determined to take this bastard's plunger deep in my gut, to let him fuck my mouth, to let him fill me with his cum.
Right now, right here, I'm sucking cock. Benny's now on his back and my big full lips run up and down his shaft, spit-stroking him to full hardness. I can feel his orgasm building, feel him lengthening, swelling, getting ready to ... I wrap my lips over his cockhead just as the first squirt gushes hot and sticky and, surprisingly, tasty. I swallow it and even more geysers into my mouth. "Move aside, you greedy cocksucker," says Maria, who catches a viscous blob on her wide, spatula-like tongue. She takes Benny's full length down her throat -- "mmmph!" -- and squeezes his balls for any remaining drops of jizz.
Benny lies in the bed exhausted. Maria cuddles against his sweaty nakedness and lazily licks his large dark nipples. I'm down below, still fascinated by the octopus-like character of Benny's purplish scrotum. I kiss it, I lick it, I inhale the testicles one-by-one into my mouth, bobble them with my tongue, then take the shaft between my lips. I suck it. I suck cock.
What is this strange new yummy toy? How can I get more? I look up and Maria's grinning at me. I think she might -- just might -- have some suggestions.
We're working hard -- Benny and me -- to give my Maria the orgasm of her life. She's naked atop the bed, on all fours except to brace herself against the headboard, her perfect brown skin a glistening mirror of sweat as she gets eaten and fucked. I lay between her legs stretching my neck, head, lips upwards to ravenously gobble at her shaved, juiced cunt. Benny straddles my chest and hammers her from behind, his hefty meat pumping and plunging just microns from my mouth.
Our heated threesome formed quickly this morning. Up surprisingly early, Maria had watched me stroking myself as I watched Benny, across the courtyard, tending his plants. Benny in his thong, Benny with his painted toenails, Benny with his pink lipstick, Benny with his long blond ponytail. What can I say? The guy turns me on, makes me hard, stirs me to wanna suck cock.
Maria took fast action. She stepped up beside me, pulled open my robe, and revealed my huge Benny-induced erection. "Hey, Benny!" she yelled, pointing to my upright dick. "You want some breakfast?" Next thing I knew, he was in my apartment, and Maria had her tongue down his throat and his cock out of his pants. Then she gripped both of us by our hard-ons and tugged us to bed.
And right now, here I am, my attention split between Maria's swollen oyster lips and Benny's fine, hard tool. I suck Maria's cunt almost everyday, and she's come in my mouth ten thousand times. My flicking tongue knows her blood-pumped clit like it knows my own palate -- familiar territory.
So I can't (I won't) ignore Benny's cunt-slickened shaft sliding over my chin and near my lips. A slight shift of angle -- Maria's pelvis rises, my chin drops slightly -- and Benny'd be fucking my mouth, sliding his cock right down my eager throat. As it is, his huge loose ball sack bangs against my chin's underside, and his veined rod brushes over my lower lip. I can taste him, male and musky, in Maria's wetness.
She's gonna come. Her pussy always swells like this just before she peaks; her clit reaches out from between her labial folds and begs to be slapped. Most times, if I don't fuck her hard enough, jam my lower belly hard against her, she pushes me away and spanks her clit -- whack, whack -- until she screams with delicious pain/pleasure. No doubt, her cunt is tightening under Benny's relentless, nearly-violent spiking, so I suck Maria's clit deep into my mouth and rake my teeth over her exposed miniscule she-prick. I time my bites to Benny's thrusts, until -- "Fuck!" she screams -- until her whole body -- "Fuck me!" -- spasms from mouth to toes -- "Fuck fuck fuck me!" -- in a deep, primal rhythm.
Benny hardly misses a beat. After one more thrust, he yanks himself from Maria's twitching backside, pops the suction between my lips and her sopping labia, and shoves his cunt-lubed cock in my mouth. I feel his meaty tube ram the back of my throat, and I relax neck muscles to control my gag. I'm determined to take this bastard's plunger deep in my gut, to let him fuck my mouth, to let him fill me with his cum.
Right now, right here, I'm sucking cock. Benny's now on his back and my big full lips run up and down his shaft, spit-stroking him to full hardness. I can feel his orgasm building, feel him lengthening, swelling, getting ready to ... I wrap my lips over his cockhead just as the first squirt gushes hot and sticky and, surprisingly, tasty. I swallow it and even more geysers into my mouth. "Move aside, you greedy cocksucker," says Maria, who catches a viscous blob on her wide, spatula-like tongue. She takes Benny's full length down her throat -- "mmmph!" -- and squeezes his balls for any remaining drops of jizz.
Benny lies in the bed exhausted. Maria cuddles against his sweaty nakedness and lazily licks his large dark nipples. I'm down below, still fascinated by the octopus-like character of Benny's purplish scrotum. I kiss it, I lick it, I inhale the testicles one-by-one into my mouth, bobble them with my tongue, then take the shaft between my lips. I suck it. I suck cock.
What is this strange new yummy toy? How can I get more? I look up and Maria's grinning at me. I think she might -- just might -- have some suggestions.
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