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[ohmenai]

Strawberry Jelly Jolly Boy

[el-efrit]

[jeux-de-vilains]

Un mix important pour moi <3

[angelicamolina19-blog]

Vuela tanto como quieras, pero que nadie te diga a que altura.

–Airaw

[ohmenai]

Cuban Cruising Captures

...a local strutting amidst the foliage, doing the forbidden tango of cruising, with his semi-hard cock dribbling cum, a startling disarray against the calm. The pink backpack slung over his shoulder held the modesty he'd since abandoned – his pants...

[ohmenai]

Temple of Testicular Tenderness

In the abating heat of a Cambodian afternoon, my quest for human sculpture led me to Than, a muscular local with the insatiable orbs of desire. It was my last afternoon in this place forsaken by the gods, but Than turned into the deity of the moment, willing to swap a photo shoot for some dollars and the whisky in my backpack. His bold gaze and godly bod promised a story that my OhMenFlex was eager to spill.

He stood stark against the temple ruin, the midday sun glorifying the sheen on his Herculean frame. My camera was primed, not merely to capture him, but to devour every carnal detail.

His short, tousled hair was the only disarray allowed, reminiscent of the careless afterglow of spent passion. His beard, an imperfect frame with scarce whispers of a moustache, teased at the boyish yet rugged visage. Standing tall like a deity in relief against the forgotten stones, his skin shone-a temptation forged in sheen and heat, smirking sweetly with both the innocence of youth and the knowing smirk of a man well-versed in corporeal delights.

Than's balls hung heavy, a pair of shadows licked by the sun that slapped against his tribal muscles with every teasing move. They were like exotic fruits, glorious in their power to stir up the most primal lust, firm to the touch yet ready to drench with desire anyone brave enough to get close. They were glistened with sweat and promises, tempting me to imagine the thud of that sack against a ravenous ass.

Then his cock arrested the senses - a thick, languid beast, it seemed to claim the ground itself, with its ebony hue streaked with the angry veins of an elder tree's roots. The foreskin, was retracted in perfect absence, unveiling the monstrous head, splattered with a cosmic palette of white and black streaks, as if hell itself inked its signature on him, was a promise of sins yet to be indulged. His pubis, stretched taut by his humoungous thing, was a smooth landscape, leading the eyes on a lustful pilgrimage, creating a look so utterly slutty it was impossible to look away.

It wasn't just his torso glistening; his entire form radiated a carnal aura, the product of sweat and testosterone. I clicked away, each frame immortalizing the luscious contradiction on his young-adult face - he wasn't inked, but each pore, each droplet of perspiration felt like the calligraphy of desire, stories waiting to be read by fingertips and tongues. In this temple of wanton worship, Than was both deity and offering, and my OhMenFlex - a devoted disciple.

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[gingercrouton44]

Todos necesitamos ese momento de oscuridad para ver qué es lo que realmente brilla en nuestras vidas.

- Airaw