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Here is a little something to brighten the somehow very grey morning in London town, 31-12-2011...

Summer bliss

A selection of favourites currently in rotation at casa Discotub.

Summer bliss

Hope you enjoy!

Harness Man

After the man entered the room of his hotel, he stripped naked and donned a black leather harness which criss-crossed his chest and back, he then stood motionless, by the opened door, for all to see. 

Waiting for a sign, a grunt of approval, whom-ever wanted his beautiful body should make himself known his half-closed eyes were gleaming as he stood there impatiently in excited expectation.

Tonight was the night, he wanted a night of unadulterated passion, he wanted sex with a stranger, he wanted to be fulfilled with all his fantasies. He was free.

Dale Lazarov

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As they say, Dale brings fun back to hot gay porn!! Say no more!


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Hugs


Tx

Daddy waiting

It was late afternoon, the humidity was rising. He took a shower then laid on his bed, idly thumbing through one of his porn mags, enjoying the familiar bitter-sweet escapism. He was fucking in his mind, eyes fixed on back of his boy's neck. One day he'd be out there riding his bike again. One day. He could just picture taking the lad out for a spin somewhere in the hills. Wild desolate country, just the two of em, no-one else for miles around. Yeahhh. Good times. He grinned, something almost resembling happiness flickering into his head. One day... He'd take him to an isolated place and fuck him in the open skies, both of them naked in the wildness, as nature intended. He paused for a moment, stock still but for a few deep slow breaths, then quickly turned the pages and glared at the words of the random ads, with forced concentration. Where the fuck was his boy?

The lad was late back. Very late. Strange. He downed a half empty glass of scotch and shoved the magazine away with the rest. He stood up and walked towards the window, looking through the glass expectantly, waiting for his boy to come back. His cock was hardening, in expectation of things to come, they'd been separated for a while, he had to go abroad on business, the boy was working on the rigs in the North sea, and only came back to him once in a while. Tonight would be their first night together for months, daddy's balls were full, he had taken care of not wanking for days, and he was ready, patiently waiting for the boy to arrive.

Speedo purchase

I went to the local sport store and told the big salesman in attendance that I was looking for some Speedo swimming trunks. I was strangely a little nervous trying on something so small always equating stretchy fitting tiny swimwear to women’s wear. I had seen guys wearing them on the beach and at the pool, and felt that they were so hot, that I should buy a pair for myself. He asked what size I wore and I told him I wasn’t sure I had never tried them on before, he looked me up and down and said I think you could be a large, let's try one and see, shall we?! He handed it to me and said "go try it on". 

I stepped into the dressing room stripped down, I slipped on the Speedo and immediately on sight and feel of the stretchy fabric, developed a raging hard on. The bulge of my cock felt hot and big, or at least it looked big in the mirror. I was getting very aroused. I could see and feel the sexiness associated with wearing the shorts, and was getting more and more aroused with the thought of wearing them looking like those hot men I had fantasised over so much.

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the salesman, "How’s the fit then? "I think it fits well" I said, looking at my reflection on the mirror I looked down at my hard cock bulging through the fabric, hoping that it would stop... no chance... as without warning, he opened the curtain slightly to get a better look. "Come on out and show yourself " he said, "You know, once you've taken the item home it cannot be returned, so you better be sure as it could be an expensive mistake for you!" 

While his voice was deep, it was yet very reassuringly pleasant and his calm and confident ways immediately put me at ease. I turned towards him and his stare was transfixed towards the bulge of my cock. Yep he said,  it looks just fine to me… don’t be shy my friend, I see men in these all the time. It's my job! It also looks great in the rear he said, now turn around again, and let’s see the front. I did what I was told, I was now sporting the biggest hard on and as I could not prevent it, started to blush furiously. I could not control it, my cock was growing, hard against the fabric, and despite my nervousness and this stranger looking at me, I was getting more and more aroused. I turned around towards him again, "oh my!" he said with a big smile, that suit fits you very well my friend, with a huge smile on his face, his blue eyes were piercing and staring up and down at me, he was a big man, big stature, bushy hair and beard, his suit was slightly to tight on him, and you could see the shape of his beautiful big body through it. 

He knelt down, his face now in front of my aching cock, and gently played up and down with the elastic between my balls and leg, yep, perfect size if you ask me, he said. He then blew gently on my bulge, I could feel hot air, which rendered my cock even harder and in need of release, I could feel his beard now gently touching my upper leg, I was shaking in anticipation, not sure what was about to happen. Suddenly, without warning his warm tong forced itself between the fabric and my skin, finding its way towards my throbbing shaft, his big hands were now caressing my ass, I could not hold it any longer, the mixtures of sensations were so great that I came thick streaks of spunk, which slowly showed through the fabric. We stayed silent for a while, then, he looked up and smiled. "I better get you a new pair, as these I just discovered that these are soiled"... "It's all part of the service my friend"...

Ole blue eyes looking for love

His beautiful blue eyes will melt your heart but his hot body will bring you to your feet. This man is the total package. Mature dude looking amazing with a great friendly smile. So hot it hurts... Welcome to our place of adoration handsome man. You are 2625 and we love you!

Mr 07

I like hairy men, and it looks like this guys has a nice blanket of fur all over. From his arms, his face, the bit of skin beneath his shirt, you can sense the tense, course, dark body hair which wraps around his entire frame. I also like his big hands, and dream of them holding me, pulling me to him staring at his beautiful face, while his eyes fill with lust. 

Damn, this man is a hunk of solid beef. 

I just want to rip that shirt of, unveil his beautiful body. 

Mr 07 you are beautiful!

Mr 07 you are 2625.

The bulging man

As I approached him, I could see the outline of his cock in his khakis. I wasted no time, but reached out and grabbed his hardening cock through the fabric of his pants. It felt good! It felt big. It felt like it needed to get out.

Hard on under pants

The hardening of cock under pants is what 2625 is all about.

Hail 2625

This photograph is beautiful

Thank you

Assume the position boy

I sat there as he moved towards me. I reached out and grabbed his cock and started to lean forward so I could get him in my mouth. He undid his belt and let his jeans go down a bit so as to get more comfortable. His ass was hairy and soft, his skin was warm to the touch, I was shaking in anticipation of his throbbing cock now pushing in an out of my mouth. My heart was pounding, my cock was pressing against my jeans, but I could not release it as he had his strong arms wrestling my shoulders against the wall to ensure that I got the full effect of his cock now reaching my throat. I could barely breathe, it wasn't long until a jet of warm sweet spunk filled my mouth, his cock still throbbing in, out, in, out... As he did my fingers pressed on his beautiful ass, I was hoping that he would not leave, and stay there, like this, forever...

Hard underpants

We sat next to each other and played with our cocks through our underwear for a while when he asked if I had ever jerked off with anyone before. I told him I hadn't and he said it was a lot better if you jerked each other's cocks, and asked if I would be interested. I said, "Sure, why not?" and we pulled our pants down and he took my  hard meat in his big rough hands and started jerking it. 

He came over and shoved his cock in my face and asked if I would suck him. Pretty soon he told me he couldn't take it anymore and blew his load in my mouth. 

It was heaven, he tasted beautiful and within seconds, I shot my load too, could not hold it any longer. 

What is 2625?

Santa for Christmas

It was almost Christmas and I was finishing up my presents shopping with a few last minute gifts. I spotted him from down a long walkway; there he was the vision, the man of my dreams.  The man I had fantasized about ever since he bounced me on his knee when I was a small child.  With his blushing red cheeks, strawberry nose, and that straggly white beard he he was easy to pick out of a crowd.  He is the happiest, fattest, and most generous man in the world. You guessed it, he is the notorious Santa.

I followed him around the store for a while, and then out the door and through the parking lot.  I didn't know yet what I would say to him, but I wasn't going to let him get away. He turned, and looked me straight in the eyes with a twinkle and a grin, his blue eyes were piercing yet had a very calming and reassuring way about them.  I felt a warming sensation run through my body and my cheeks blushed.  I smiled, "Merry Christmas."  I said in my calmest voice.  He twitched his nose, and replied "Same to you my boy, and what would you like for Christmas?" he asked jokingly. I took one step forward and looked deep into his blue eyes.  "One night with you is all I could ever ask for Santa." I replied.  Santa, grinned, his red cheeks were beaming.  "I'm kind of busy tonight, come over and sit on my lap and we'll talk about it,” he explained.  Santa climbed up on his sleigh, and I climbed up behind him.  I sat down on his lap carefully centering my ass cheeks directly over the bulge in the front of his red suit. He put his arms around me then, and it felt good, I was secure, cosy & snug and could feel his deep breathing against my back, it felt powerful and wonderful. I could also feel his breath warming the back of my neck, which was very very special.

I felt so warm and safe with him.  "Have you been a good boy this year?" he asked suspiciously.  "Oh yes Santa, I have been very good," I blurted anxiously.  "That's not what I heard," he pointed out in an angry voice.  He reached down, and gave me a hard slap, on the ass. I was so startled I leaped to my feet.  After a moment I calmed myself down, and cautiously sat back down on his lap. I felt something hard beneath his red velvet pants.  "Did Santa have a boner?" I wondered. "I'm sorry Santa I'll try to be better next year," I said apologetically. 

After a few torturing moments with more questions and more slapping, Santa pulled down his zipper, and retrieved his dark pink headed, cock. I was surprised, when I saw it for the first time..  It was rather thicker that I thought it might have been, but what it lacked it length it more than made up for in girth. All I wanted to do was to suck it. It looked perfect, erect and ready for adoration. I went down on my knees and started licking the shaft, and spent time licking the uncut skin cover of his cock, then concentrated longer on each of his overhanging balls. Meanwhile, he wet his finger, and slowly inserted it inside me, after toying around my ass for a while, it was warm, strong, Santa certainly knew what I wanted! I now needed to ride Santa.  I stood then slowly lowered myself down on top of him as he guided his fat cock inside of me with his fingers.  I began hopping up and down on him propelling his cock in and out of me with each satisfying leap. I could feel his balls slapping my ass  and it was wonderful. He had his arms wrapped around my waste and was thrusting his hips up to meet each of my powerful squats.

"Ho Ho Ho," he yelled "Ho Ho Ho!"He sure seemed happy. A moment later his breath accelerated, he then stopped, and then I felt a warm sensation as Santa shot squirts of steaming hot cum inside of me. I needed just a few more bounces and without even touching my cock, came all over his hairy stomach.  I pleaded with him to keep going as I was so happy and fulfilled by the big man, but he told me to put my pants on and go home. I jumped off the sleigh to get dressed, and when I turned back, he had gone, all I could see was a twinkle star in the sky, and heard "Ho Ho Ho" in the distance... was it because he just made someone else very happy again I wondered?

The Taxi Driver

On the sofa, we kissed and held hands. It felt good to be next to him, he looked so good. My cock was so hard that it felt as if it might rip through my jeans. He sat back and relaxed, I opened the button at the top of his jeans and reached inside. Oh fuck! His cock was large; it was wide, not hugely long, but very wide. It felt strong yet the skin was soft. I took it out, and sucked him tentatively and savoured the sweet clean smell of this freshly washed cock and balls. The heavy smell of fresh semen rose from the end of his cock. There was a lot of precum, and it tasted good. Slowly, we then started  kissing, we took each other's clothes off. I licked around his ears and nuzzled his neck. He moaned... He wanted me to concentrate on his cock some more, which I duly did... his balls resting on the fabric of the sofa, big hairy balls, dangling. When I started to lick and suck them, they tensed, the skin tightened and more precum slid from the impressive shaft. He was a man of very few words, his strong arms were directing me to where he wanted me to be, he wanted more tong work, until his cock could take it no more, and squirted  a thick load of cum all over my face. He then put his clothes back on, turn to me, still laying on the floor on the side of the sofa, and said, "I let myself out, cheers mate". He went... I never saw him again... Why didn't I get his number?

Lunchtime snack

It's lunch time, and I think that we should demand that all our lunch times were served by this rather splendid fellow...

I demand it and declare it, as written in the 2625 rules book. I deserve it, I need it!

Mine is a double of what ever you're having my friend, and while you're at it, why don't you just relax and sit with me for a while... while we get to know each other and plan this evening together...

mmmmmmmm.... 2625.....

Milton we love you!

To all you faithful I give you this almighty of the mighties gift of a man, all the way from NZ, curtsy of our friend Marcus who is stuck out there, not far from him... His name is Milton Jones, he is rich, he is an hyperactive cattle, pub and charter flight company baron. He is currently under investigation over alleged aviation and safety breaches while piloting his helicopters.... Now wouldn't you love to share a cell with this beast?!

2625 is truly the best, it is good, it has given us Milton Jones!

Hail 2625 for it is beauty and understanding!

2625

The builder man

Before I knew what was happening he had thrown an old sheet over the sofa, the builder grabbed me from behind and flopped back onto the sofa so that he had my legs in the air and my asshole exposed and at the mercy of his fat mass. His body was quite rough, he had tattoos everywhere and quite a few piercings, his belly was hard and hairy. He had a nice hard cock not very long but very thick. He rubbered up but to my surprise started giving me this really deep rimming, spitting in my hole and massaging it in with his tongue. He stood up and let me taste his balls. 


The builder said quietly in my ear, “how d’you like that, my friend it's good, isn’t it?”. When he decided that I was ready, enough he spat on his cock, positioned it at the entrance, and just pushed. Jesus, I thought I would die. The builder pushed the poppers I had brought under my nose and that helped dull the pain, and he grabbed a noseful as well. I think this was a mistake really because it made him completely manic, fucking me like there was no tomorrow, he held my legs apart and I held onto his muscular arms. He was getting deeper and deeper inside me. 


Tears were running down my face, I was looking at his face, hard, strong, and emotionless. He was inside me for a reason, and he was pounding away going crazy in the abandon of need. His needs were finally being met. The dust sheet was rubbing and burning my back, adding to the agony, meanwhile though I met his eyes, his sharp blue eyes, deep, intense, lovely blue eyes. The pain suddenly disappeared, I was his, I was his to take, to have.... Oh yes, I was his totally and uncompromisingly. After a while he started to look glazed and I thought he must be nearly finished, but instead of coming inside me he yanked his cock out, whipped the condom off and came all over my stomach, cock and balls. I was relieved yet disappointed, did this mean that it was the end of us? He then started to give me another rimming while wanking my cock. It only took a few seconds for me to cum, it was a fantastic sensation, with each convulsion of my orgasm I could feel that he was trying to get his tongue in deeper. Only then did I feel the tenderness of my builder friend. 


He then said to me “don’t you want any building work doing?”. I said I only lived in a small flat and that I couldn’t really afford a builder. He said, “well, at least I could come round and give you an estimate”. So I gave him my mobile number and since then (this was three weeks ago) he’s been round five or six times after work. I’ve forgiven him for being so rough with me the first time we met. 


Admittedly I’m now starting to feel like his bit on the side, I am enjoying it too much to give him up, so I won't frighten him with my feelings for him. I have him, albeit for a short while, on a regular basis, he knows what gets me going, what I want and what I need, I know he then runs home to his family, that he leaves me behind without a word until the next time he needs me again. I am happy, I love him, and I think that deep inside, he loves me too.

In the morning

The beautiful sight of a man in the bathroom first thing in the morning is what I love to see. The cheap sent of aftershave, the coffee and toothpaste taste, the nicely cleaned body, the soft hair and the fresh feel of the skin... what a nice way to start the day

How can you not like this photo very much

I think it is very

2625

The crack of a man

As some of you may have noticed,

I do like the crack of a man

especially when it's unplanned, natural and driving my mind

away to distraction

The crack is the answer

2625 is the answer

is the crack 2625 too?

I wonder

Just think of this specimen of a beast

bouncing on top of you in abandon

just think

There are no words...

The after party

I cannot help but worry about the silk lame type cloth on the side of this guy's stomach...

I do like the idea of the flexing of the tool as shown.

I think I could forget the material for a moment

only for a moment though!!

Nice packet!!

2625 is the answer!

It's Official!!!!

It's Official, we just had 2625 visitors on the blog!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you

May 2625 bring you joy, happiness, health and satisfy your every need....

Thank you

Tattoos man at the bar

That man is striking the needy pose

the pose of the man in need of 2625 approval

On the premise that he has a hairy crack

we will accept his application

He will need to improve on the disco wear... 

... a bit trashy we think...

Reminder:

only the best of revealing clothing

is accepted wear in 2625 heaven.

Nice tats get my vote though...

On the Beach

The shadow of your cock

Behind the fabric of your tent

Will colour all my dreams

And light the dawn.

Now when I remember the beach,

And every lovely thing,

I will be remembering

The shadow of your cock.

Behind the fabric of your tent.

2625 exists, I have seen it!

Thank you Ted for a gem of a shot there, lovely and true to 2625 ethics!

Don't talk about tonight

Please don't talk about love tonight
Please don't talk about sweet love
Please don't talk about being true
And all the trouble we've been through
Ah, please don't talk about all of the plans
We had for fixin' this broken romance
I want to go where the people sweat
I want some action
I want to live
Action, I got so much to give
I want to give it
I want to get some too

2625 is the message

2625 I need you tonight

Please don't talk about love tonight
Your sweet talking won't make it right
Love and lies just bring me down
When you've got men all over town
You can love them all and when you're through
Maybe that'll make, huh, a man out of you
I got to go where the people cruise
I want some action
I want to live

Action
I got so much to give
I want to give it
I want to get some too

I love you so much right now

you there in the dark, waiting and longing

Take me away please, to 2625 heaven

Thank you

Dean of 2625

His work buddy called him Deano, but I would never call him Deano.

So common. i would leave that for his friends.

Today two trucks delivered poles to my work-site. Dean came first and we had trouble because his diesel tank wouldn't clear the curb on the steep driveway.

Dean is maybe 5'8". Has long-sighted spectacles. The kind that go well with a moustache - which Dean has. Dean is round in the face and compact, but chubby and has big, lovely eyes that look out at you and hold you transfixed - while tackling the task of removing huge poles from his truck.

He was wearing a company polo-shirt. Hi-viz to keep him safe from harm. Round, but muscled legs and a delightful belly and a round bum - augmented by his work shorts - the tanned legs fading as skin gave way to cotton.

Fat, short fingers - which, of course, implies a fat, short 2625 - which I love more than life itself.

The other truck-driver was there somewhere as well. I think I heard him speak, but Dean was on all fours in front of me putting some wood under the tire of his truck and I could see almost to the underwear.

He had on some aftershave that I knew was cheap, but it was so intoxicating. I imagined borrowing it before we went out on the town to drive the bears and cubs crazy by being together.

Dean.

Round fingers and a wedding ring that looked like it would never budge over the fingers that were, in all probability, a lot thinner in years gone by.

Dean.

He drove a truck and delivered poles to my site.

Thank you Gods of 2625 for providing me with visual eye-candy today.

There is life.

There is 2625.

There is the quest.

Verse for a policeman

Shinny shinny boots

Tight tight trousers

Is that padding I see in front of you sir?

I cannot wait to get into that loot

The policeman is on guard

I look at his smile and dream

Why is it that you are so hard

Yet soft and lovely like whipped cream

Man you are something else

I could surely eat some of you

In fact I could certainly regress

And be a slut just for you

I hope that my verses get to you one day

That you see how much joy and happiness

You brought to everybody else

and me too, Gosh I am so glad I am gay

Are you?

Thank you

2625

Big man walking...

I would love to know what is happening here. Your comments and suggestions are obviously very welcome!

I love this photograph!

2625 prevails with beauty and awesomeness.

Hail 2625

2625 in Action

Hey! Mr. Dungarees Man, play a song for me

I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to

Hey! Mr. Dungarees Man, play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you


Thank you to our special envoy Ted, currently scouring the horizons for specimen of beauty with his 2625cam!