Marko was terrified coming back into First Auditions for a much more intimate groping hands session and for good reason. The poor boy was really hard up for cash and couldn’t refuse even though it meant being groped by two pervy men, having his anal virginity taken from him and getting jerked off.
Deezel really is a delivery guy for UPS in Canada. And that absolutely contributes to his big, muscular arms from lifting big packages all day long. Speaking of, we can think of a big package we’d like to lift… to our lips. Just one glance at the bulge in his pants and you know that Deezel has a thick one. Unwrap this athletic guy and we’re sure he’ll deliver….
Definition
By Steve Prince
What defines you?
If people’s lives are their stories, then what’s yours?
If your life is as a long feature-length film, what scenes stand out and remain projected in your mind, etched in your memory?
Is there a thread that binds these moments, these instances in your life, sewn deeply into you, making a tapestry of your soul?
Moreover, is this the story you wrote, or was it written for you?
What if someone severed one part of that thread? Would it unravel, scattering particles of your life into chaos? Or would these instances stand on their own, the same way each inhalation of air forgets the exhalation that preceded it?
Someone tried to cut my thread… Tuesday, November 4th, 7:38 p.m.
“Does anyone want anything to drink?” Alex nervously calls from his kitchen. It’s the fourth time he’s asked this hour. Cody, Troy, Omar and I stare at one another pensively and shrug. Alex walks back into his living room, sits on his love seat, and curls his legs under himself like a cat. He sips his tea, and swallows tensely while watching the television.
Troy, the consummate dancer, absent mindedly taps his feet on the tile floor, as if the tapping will lessen his thoughts. Every few minutes he says aloud, “It’s going to be fine,” as if to ease our nerves.
With this last utterance of Troy’s, Cody springs from the couch and snatches his cigarettes from the glass coffee table. He walks out to Alex’s patio and lights up. The tip of his cigarette glows amber against the back drop of the inky black sea, illuminating the lines of worry in his face, a face normally carefree and smooth. Cody turns to watch the screen and exhales. Seductively, the smoke wafts in the air, caressing his head as if intermingling with his thoughts.
Omar is the most tense of all; he’s barely said a word all night. He sits stoically, feet planted. His fingers tap at his knee mechanically, speaking for the one thought repeating through his mind like a loud and leaky faucet.
I sit on the couch, hunched forward, my elbows resting on my knees, hands clutched together, fingers intertwined, knuckles white with the fear of what if? Like a door slam echo, one thought reverberates through my mind over and over… “Oh God, I hope he wins…” Tuesday, November 4th, 8:42 p.m.
We celebrate. Barack Obama has been elected the next president of our United States. It feels as if the oppression of the last eight years as been expelled in one swift night. The five of us whoop and hug, in complete disbelief. We had tried to believe it, yet it seemed that to have a black president, and one who embodies so much hope, seemed impossible. Later on, we watch our President-Elect stand on a stage with the new First Family. They are beautiful. And then he speaks, and that is when the President-Elect does something that no United States President has ever done before, he acknowledges us; he acknowledges homosexuals. The word slipped from his rhetoric as easily as water from a pitcher, smooth and clear, yet the emotions swimming in my chest as he said it seemed to billow and overflow. I looked at my friends—all of us had tears in our eyes. Tuesday, November 4th, 10:36 p.m.
The joy from earlier has now receded, like the shore sinking back into the sea just before the storm. We stare at Alex’s laptop. Prop 8, a proposition banning same-sex couples from marrying in California, is neck-and-neck. Earlier, the results were much larger, showing the Yes on 8 campaign ahead twelve points. But thankfully, the No on 8 votes were closing the gap. Only four points separated a decision that could possibly take away my rights. We stared at the screen, hoping. Tuesday, November 4th, 11:13 p.m.
Troy sits on Alex’s couch nervously eating candy as his legs dangle lazily off the arm of the sofa. Alex sits beside him biting his lip. From outside, the smoke of Cody’s cigarette waltzes upon the ocean breeze unaware of the fear permeating the room.
Alex stoped biting his mouth. “What is it now?” He bit his lip again, awaiting an answer.
Omar’s gaze focuses on the computer as he refreshes the page. “It’s still too close.” His tone seems to forebode otherwise. “But they’re still winning.”
Damien Diego sizzles in his first fuck scene with Ryan Dyser. Damien had never fucked a guy before but Ryan really got him going. After each of these hotties sucked each other off, Damien spread Ryan’s legs and really let him have it.
Earlier this week, we presented a sports fashion striptease featuring a hot model stripping down to nothing his sweet, sweat-dripping ass. Well, look alive, sports fans! Fantasticsmag has published another photo series of a hot jock stripping off his fashionable kit down to the bare essentials. The human body really is the best piece of sports equipment there is! And we have one more coming up later this weekend!
You might remember Blu Kennedy from a couple years ago as a skinny young redhead with a big dick. Well he’s still a fire crotch with one hell of a huge pecker but he’s all grown up —and built like a brick shit house! The cameras catch him one morning waking up with a hard on which he can’t wait to show off! He starts by stroking his fat cock then rolls over and works his hole with a big black dildo. Catch the whole scene live now exclusively in the Hot House Backroom!
It’s been awhile since we last saw Kip, as he’d been really busy back home with various things but was also in a relationship that made it a bit difficult —ok… impossible to come out and get into any action at CF. One of the guys having a girlfriend or boyfriend that isn’t too thrilled about them making vids happens now and then. Likewise, sometimes a guy just won’t want to come out and do any videos while in a relationship, whether or not their partner knows or minds.
Turk has blown off his college studies, and needs to get the answer key from the professor’s assistant, Dak, before the big exam tomorrow. Dak however, is a believer in the “school of hard knocks”. Turk’s only option is blowing off the P.A. in this school of hard cocks.
noun: Someone with the ability to tell what a person has been eating by the taste of their sperm. Related: Cummatosis
Thanks to Liam for this Queerism! Submit your own Queerism HERE!
Prince William unleashed his royal scepter to water the fields today during a break from a polo match. Yes, it’s a blurry paparazzi pic and you can barely see his peen, but it’s probably as close as any of us peasants will ever get to seeing the royal English “junk.” Apparently the Prince of Wales is hung like a horse. It looks kinda thick and uncircumcised—supposedly Lady Di would not allow the princes’ pricks to be pruned. Could this be the first web pic of a British monarch’s man-hose ever? Hmmmmmm… with his brother, Prince Harry wearing Nazi costumes and smoking drugs and now William’s weiner on the web, a royal sex tape can’t be too far off, can it?
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