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captionstojerkby: There were so many embarrassing things about the picture. He was naked, obviously. And hard. And, yes, he had a dick in each hand. And, yes, when they emailed it out they’d photoshopped in a caption that said “DAVID HARDING IS A
captionstojerkby: Silly boy! That’s not what I meant when I said “brainwash.â€
captionstojerkby: The rules of the Puzzle are simple enough. Two words are proposed, of the same length; and the Puzzle consists in linking these together by interposing other words, each of which shall differ from the next word in one letter only.
captionstojerkby: “Yeah, that’s it. Just a little more. You can do it. I know you can.” Jason tried to fit more of the dick in his mouth, gagged, and backed off until just the head was inside, and caught his breath. “That’s okay, that’s gonna
captionstojerkby: “My shoe’s untied.” He stopped short; I kept walking a few more steps, then turned back to face him. “Tie it, then. We’ve got less than five minutes to get to the presentation.” He stared at me with a look that was almost
captionstojerkby: Someone sent me a fanmail asking if I had any cool online hook-up stories… Before I started dating the Husband I went through a period that could charitably be described as “adventurous” (and less charitably as “sluttly”).
captionstojerkby: obeylust: He works at the bar in the new Hilton beside my company’s offices, his name is Tucker (I know, don’t laugh) he’s 22 and he’s from Ohio. I think he’s here on some university exchange program. We got chatting one
captionstojerkby: deepernow: His hand is on the back of my neck. He holds my head down, forcing me to watch. They form a spiral of their own. One draws the other. Around, and around, and around. Nonsense. His fingers stroke my skin. Goosebumps raise
captionstojerkby: I shifted a little in the cuffs, trying to get more comfortable, but his eyes caught the movement and he shot me a stern look. He knew that I hated being tied up lying down on my stomach, but I was in enough trouble as it is, and didn’t
captionstojerkby: Shit. He didn’t like the energy drinks—in fact he thought they were kinda nasty. They tasted like crap and left him feeling unnaturally keyed up, but it was three in the morning and he needed a boost, so he’d slipped out of his
captionstojerkby: In other news, my Captain Haddock fetish is starting to get out of hand.
captionstojerkby: Yeah, of course I’d fucked guys before. But those times I was just taking advantage of a free hole, using what was available to me to get my nut. This was different. Totally fucking different. What? Fuck no. It’s not like I was
captionstojerkby: I may have implied he was stupid. We may have been out at a dinner with my friends, and he may have said something that you could take one of two ways, and I may have deliberately taken it in the way that made him look amateurish and
ohthentic: captionstojerkby: There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. —Genesis
captionstojerkby: “You choose. I can beat you with any of ‘em.”
jshine969: captionstojerkby: “Hey, I thou—” I just stood there like—I dunno, like a dumb fuck who stands there when he’s just walked in on somebody else in an obviously private moment. And by “in an obviously private moment” I mean “masturbating.”
captionstojerkby: He was a good find. Throws a nice fuck, lasts long enough for Kenny to get his nut, and is kind of sweet to him, too, when he’s not busy remodeling his insides. Doesn’t need to make small talk, but he can while we’re getting things
captionstojerkby: “But—people could see us,” he whimpered. I slapped his thigh, hard, and he yelped and pushed his ass back. I smiled; there were some things that didn’t change, that his nervousness and fear couldn’t erase. I was gratified
captionstojerkby: It was the forty-fuckin’-seventh time, so I just had to turn away and fuckin’ laugh, even though there was no one next to me for to say “you seein’ this shit?” to. Still, I mean, everybody had to have noticed. But maybe not—first
captionstojerkby: gay-college-science: You know that look… It’s the look that the undergrads get the first time they really, REALLY fuck up in the lab. It’s the look that says, “it wasn’t me”, even though they’re still waving away the
captionstojerkby: There was a loud clack; I whipped my head around, sure it was the door at the back of the car opening, the transit police doing their predawn rounds, sure I’d be discovered and arrested and humiliated and sure that he’d probably
captionstojerkby: If he’d studied English and not engineering, he’d have known that woods are always magical, but dangerous, places.
captionstojerkby: It was instinct. The bright light, the click—in retrospect, of course, he realized Jonas had probably turned his phone off silent on purpose, so there’d be that sound, that aural cue to go with the flash that made him turn his head.
