The pig

This is so insanely sexy
So good
So amazing


Thank you Mogan for the beauty
Thank you Mogan for knowing
Thank you Mogan for you are amazing!


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2625 Hall of Fame in Blue

Open up my friend, let us in
We too want to go in
We want to find out
We want to feel
We want you
You are lovely, you know that?


Thank you for this delicious photo!
You are now anointed within the 2625 hall of fame!

The Hunter

It was a sunny hot afternoon, late summer, in southern Italy. I was walking in a forest, in a remote part of the countryside. After a while, I reached a quieter part of the dense vegetation, away from people, cars and distractions. 

Rapidly all the familiar noises stopped, there was of course the occasional bird song, but little else, it was peaceful, the heat had lessened a bit and that was nice. I was following a path, which was going downhill a bit. I saw a glitter of light glistening, further down on the side of the trail. I stopped, intrigued, thinking that it was perhaps a piece of broken glass reflecting the sunshine. I walked a few more yards towards the light and it is then that I saw him. 

There he was, massive, lying there amid the rugged floor, on his hunting jacket. His rifle was hanging from a branch of a nearby tree. The man, in his late forties, had stripped down his trousers keeping only his tight black underpants on. It looked like he had also tried to take his tee-shirt off, but probably got smitten with the need to sleep and gave up in the process, they were still halfway over his head, covering his shoulders and the back of his neck. He could not have been very comfortable in this strange position, as the floor was not level, it was rocky and uneven, but he seemed peacefully asleep.

He was breathing deeply, his massive belly rising with each air intake. I could hear a small purring sound reassuringly indicative of his being asleep. I looked at him at a safe distance, he was a little bit hairy, on the legs, on his chest and lower gut but not very much. His skin was tanned in parts, especially his legs and arms. His legs were thick pillars of flesh and muscle. He was not very tall, but he was imposingly big and strong, he was an impressive sight which could be seen as threatening yet I felt it was strangely thrilling and exciting. I caught my breath when he stopped purring and breathing unexpectedly. He scratched his groin, intensively, for a few seconds, his thick fingers pulling on the fabric of the pants. I was frozen, unable to move or breathe. 

He stopped, put his arms at the back of his head and started breathing soundly again. I relaxed a bit, still a bit shaken though. My mind was racing and I started to panic. What if he saw me looking at him, standing there glaring at him, would he be angry, how would he react? What would he do? What would he say? Conscious of the dangers, I was in a foreign land, not really understanding and talking the language, there was a rifle, and the man was big and menacing too, I did not stand a chance against him. I thought of walking off, although... I caught sight of his cock thickening, prisoner in its nylon cage. It looked chunky and bulky through the fabric, facing down, slowly but surely getting harder. 

Was the hunter man dreaming? Was he still asleep? Or was he aware of me being there maybe? It was difficult to judge as he was wearing mirror sunglasses that reflected the strong light of the sun making his face a dark shadow, indistinctive, dusky and emotionless. 

Still frozen and unable to move, I stood there, looking at the sight of this imposing man, he was now opening his legs slightly as to give me a better outlook of his crotch. His cock was unquestionably hard by now, contained by the stretched underwear, it was facing down yet pressing against the fabric, slow, regular motions of pushing, making itself known and visibly in search of release. A part of his balls was showing, big plums of flesh, hairy and hanging.

The man spoke, a murmur at first. I could not understand what he said. He was soft spoken, and repetitive but not threatening. I thought initially that it was part of a dream that he was having while asleep, until he turned, looked at me and gestured towards me. My heart stopped again. The mirror glasses were now reflecting my stunned look, he was staring at me now, I understood there and then that the man had hear me, he had seen me standing there all along, he is a hunter after all. Now holding his fat cock in his thick hands, he was making his intention clear and I knew then that what he wanted was for me to come over and take care of his hardened needs.

Decadence

Mogan's drawing are strangely decadent and very very sexy indeed... I would love to attend one of these parties. Big chunky men in dinner jackets, relaxing after too much food and wine, lighting a cigar maybe, then the entertainment starts...

Pruitt the Hunk

Pruitt Taylor Vince can be such a psycho 

hottie sometimes… such a nice looking 

fellow...

Stunner City Man

In the series of stunning men you see in the London streets, here is a beauty for you!

Friday night on the Underground

I was now standing nude but for my underpants, my un-bashful cock pounding and pressing against the fabric, and making its presence known, shaking in trepidation and apprehension about what was about to happen. I looked at the cigar man, who was now lighting his cigar, using a chunky silver lighter, puffing thick smoke while looking at me. He looked at Clifton and nodded. I then felt Clifton’s hands and fingers working on my underpants, he struggled a bit with my now fully erect cock, but seemed unfazed by it, and professionally pulled the fabric out to free the beast, he proceeded with taking them off me, then placed them on the pile of clothes now resting on the side table. I was now standing in the middle of the room completely naked, in front of the two fully dressed men.

Clifton picked up my clothes and walked out of the room. I was now standing, in the warm sun which was shining in the room, the bright light was making me wince slightly, now I could only guess the shape of the cigar man between the light and the thick smoke emanating from his cigar. He stood up and walked towards me, slowly, I felt like I was being examined and scrutinised, for a moment, feeling vulnerable and helpless my recent emotions vanishing, feeling almost ridiculed and used. When behind me, he stopped, and approached closer, the fabric of his shirt touching my back and tickling a bit, his lips kissed the back of my neck gently, that was all he did before whispering in my ear “Let’s go for a swim” his hand now on my shoulder guiding me towards the light and the open doors to the garden.