#gay pon

[eioncock]

MOM!!!!!!!!

Title: An Unexpected Reveal

It was a typical Sunday morning in the living room, filled with the chatter of family and friends gathered for brunch. The smell of pancakes wafted through the air as the protagonist, a shy boy in his early teens, was called by his mom to join the group. He was still holding onto a stack of books he had intended to put down earlier but hadn’t found the time.

“Come here, honey! I want to show everyone your scar from the surgery,” his mom called, her voice cheerful but unaware of the growing embarrassment in her son’s chest.

Reluctantly, he shuffled into the living room, feeling slightly vulnerable. He was still in his pajama shorts and hadn’t bothered with underwear that morning. As he stood before the gathering of family and guests, his heart raced, knowing what was about to happen.

His mom pulled his shorts down just a bit, revealing the scar that traced from his navel down to his upper pelvis. It was a stark red, a reminder of the summer’s surgery, and he felt a flush of heat creep up his cheeks as the eyes of the adults turned toward him.

“Wow, that looks painful,” one of the guests remarked, leaning in for a better look. “It’s really red!”

The comment startled his mom, and in a moment of panic, she instinctively dropped his shorts completely. Time seemed to freeze as the fabric slid down, leaving him fully exposed in front of everyone.

The room erupted into a mixture of gasps and awkward laughter. The boy’s face turned a deep shade of crimson as he quickly tried to cover himself, wishing he could disappear into the floor. His mom, realizing the mistake, hurriedly yanked the shorts back up, her own face turning red from embarrassment.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” she stammered, flustered. “I didn’t mean for that to happen!”

The guests were in shock, but some couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. The boy, now mortified, stood there, feeling exposed and humiliated, yet somehow realizing that everyone had been more concerned than mocking.

As the laughter began to die down, his mom wrapped an arm around him, whispering, “It’s okay, sweetie. Everyone makes mistakes.” The boy nodded, still embarrassed but slowly starting to feel the warmth of acceptance wash over him.

Later that day, as the family resumed their brunch, the incident became a funny story, one that the boy would remember for years. He learned to embrace the unexpected moments in life, no matter how embarrassing they might seem at first.

[arttsuka]

Happy amok time anniversary

[baharnoth]

fuck it. Pon farr printmaking!!!!

[fabuladorah]

I watched it. I watched Amok Time and it is even gayer than I expected, somehow. My life is changed.

[bumblingbabooshka]

November Patreon Poll: Lesbian Kirk/Spock! Captain Jeannette "Jane" Tiberia Kirk and her first officer, Spock. The lore for Spock's name is that Spock's femme name has the 'T apostrophe' prefix and only ends in '-Spock' but no one can pronounce it (even other Vulcans have trouble with it) so she goes by Spock after joining Starfleet. Secretly she likes it...a little 'fuck you' to her family because it's been passed down for generations. [Patreon | Commissions]

[wh00psramblings]

fabian : toxic masculinity is dead! I can wear a skirt!

trans fem fabian : so... my skirt collection has grown significantly...... and I have made a few realisations.....

[gaytricorder]

what if they’re both into it

[teddiegurl-blog]

This looks like it came straight outta a Wattpad story like WTF!!!! It was so hot,

And this was so a 'who told you to be cute and let other boys crush on you sex'

Chef Oab was mad at Plawan because Kluea liked him.

Chef My boy's only fault is that he has fair skin and he is pretty

[spocksocksrock]

it’s not a true star trek novel if they don’t heavily imply kirk and spock just had gay sex

[thali-lemmonpie]

is sexy times rolling in the sacred sand Captain! 😉😉

[eioncock]

Noah escape.

Noah, a 24-year-old barista, lived in a small, weathered apartment on the edge of the city, the kind with peeling paint and a lock that never quite felt secure. It was a muggy Thursday night in July, the air heavy with the threat of rain, and he’d collapsed into bed after a double shift, exhausted. He wore only a pair of loose black briefs, the elastic worn thin, clinging to his slim, pale frame as he sprawled across the sheets, his light brown hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his chest rising and falling unevenly in the humid stillness.

A sharp crack jolted him awake—the unmistakable sound of wood splintering. His heart leapt into his throat as he sat up, blinking into the dark, just in time to hear the front door groan open. Heavy footsteps thudded closer, and before he could swing his legs off the bed, two figures burst into his room. It was Ryan and Kyle, guys he’d known from his old neighborhood—Ryan lean and sharp-eyed, Kyle stocky with a perpetual grin, both radiating trouble. “Hey, Noah—long time,” Ryan said, his voice low and edged with menace, a flashlight in one hand casting harsh shadows. Kyle cracked his knuckles, smirking. “Thought we’d drop by.”

“What the fuck—get out!” Noah yelled, scrambling back against the headboard, but Ryan was on him in an instant, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. Kyle yanked the sheet away, leaving Noah exposed in his briefs, and with a swift tug, ripped them down his legs, the fabric tearing at the seams. Noah’s dick—soft, uncut, framed by a faint scruff of hair—flopped free, his pale ass and thighs trembling as the cool air hit his skin, his face flushing a deep, humiliated red.

“Please—don’t!” Noah stammered, his voice breaking, his hands twisting uselessly in Ryan’s grip as Kyle tossed the ruined briefs aside. His nakedness felt suffocating, every inch of his lean, unshaven body laid bare under their stares, the intimacy of his own bedroom turned against him. Ryan smirked, leaning close, his breath hot against Noah’s ear. “Look at you—all helpless and bare. Bet you’re into this.” Kyle pressed in from the other side, his thick frame looming, his hands sliding over Noah’s hips, pulling him down flat on the bed, trapping him between their bodies.

Ryan’s fingers traced down Noah’s chest, slow and deliberate, brushing over his small, pink nipples—already stiff from the chill—then lower, skimming the edge of his pubic hair, teasing without touching his dick. Noah’s breath hitched, his face burning hotter, a shameful heat stirring in his groin despite his panic. Kyle’s hands gripped his waist, his calloused palms rough against Noah’s skin, his body heat searing as he pressed closer, grinding subtly against Noah’s thigh. “Fuckin’ shaking already,” Kyle muttered, his lips grazing Noah’s neck, sending a shiver through him.

Ryan’s hand finally closed around Noah’s dick, his touch firm and slow, stroking with a rhythm that made Noah’s hips twitch involuntarily. “No—stop!” Noah gasped, his dick hardening in Ryan’s grasp, growing thick and rigid against his will, the sensation a sickening mix of pleasure and dread. Kyle’s fingers roamed lower, brushing the sensitive skin of Noah’s inner thighs, then cupping his balls, rolling them gently. “Can’t hide it, Noah—your cock’s begging,” Kyle teased, his voice a low growl, amplifying Noah’s helplessness as his erection throbbed.

Just as Noah’s breaths grew ragged, his dick leaking precum, Ryan pulled back, smirking cruelly. “Not yet, buddy—you don’t get off that easy.” Noah whimpered, his cock twitching in desperate frustration, painfully hard and aching, the denial twisting his gut. Kyle tightened his hold, pressing his own bulge against Noah’s hip, his arousal palpable. “Gonna make you wait,” he whispered, his tongue flicking Noah’s earlobe, dragging out the torment as Noah’s body screamed for release.

Ryan resumed, his strokes harder now, each one a jolt through Noah’s trembling frame, his dick pulsing under the relentless grip. Kyle’s hands slid up Noah’s sides, thumbs circling his nipples, every touch a reminder of his captivity. Noah’s hips bucked, his voice a broken plea—“Please—I can’t take it!”—his face crimson with shame as Ryan edged him, stopping just short again and again, leaving him panting, his cock dripping, his mind reeling from the forced arousal.

Finally, they moved together—Ryan’s hand pumping fast, Kyle’s fingers digging into Noah’s hips, holding him still. The pleasure surged, unstoppable, and Noah cried out, his dick spurting thick, hot cum across his stomach, his body shaking in their grasp, the shame of his surrender searing through him. His climax left him raw, his nakedness stark under their control, his face flaming as they watched every shudder.

They didn’t stop there. Ryan unzipped his jeans, his dick hard and demanding, and forced it into Noah’s mouth, the bitter taste choking him as he thrust deep. “Take it,” Ryan grunted, cumming fast, his load spilling down Noah’s throat. Kyle followed, shedding his pants, stroking himself against Noah’s thigh until he groaned, his cum splattering across Noah’s chest. The room stank of sweat and dominance as they pulled back, leaving Noah sprawled on the bed, naked, cum-streaked, and trembling.

“Fucking pathetic,” Ryan sneered, zipping up. Kyle smirked, kicking Noah’s torn briefs under the bed. “Lock your door next time, slut.” They vanished into the night, leaving Noah curled up, his face still burning, his body spent. The memory—their hands, their dicks, his intimate exposure and forced climax—clung to him, the humiliation pulsing as he lay there, unable to escape the raw vulnerability.

[gemistar-888]

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (2024)

[jittery-wisp]

I- uhhh - I drew something for my BlueSky

[bumblingbabooshka]

[TUVOKTOBER: Day 15] At First Sight. [Patreon | Commissions]

[fabuladorah]

Have you thanked Star Trek today for inventing the Omegaverse?

[thisautistic]

im not gonna say much except. there's a reason i identify so hard with Jeff. This is just my take it doesn't have to be yours and i don't want any debate.