I've collaborated with YogaBear so many times, modeling for his camera, and we always got amazing stuff. He walked away from shooting and now he does Illustrations. Here's one he did for me based on one of our photos. I fucking love it. i hope you do too!
Follow him on X at @PointingNorth3 or under his new name, BeardieBoys.
I've had some questions as to when these videos with @TantricFitness will be ready for your viewing pleasure. Here's the thing: Will is a very busy guy and my videos with him are in a queue to be edited, and editing takes time. I've also been asked why they even have to be edited at all; can't we just show all of it? Well, we shot a lot on multiple cameras and if we're going to make it as highly erotic as we can, that takes editing. So please please be patient. Believe me, as soon as they're done, you all will get an eyeful. Have a fab day!
After a night of fucking his ass, he woke me up, fed me his cock, and then followed me into the shower. It was quite "The Morning After." Full length video coming soon.
I often go down a wormhole when I get an idea for a post, and in finding these shots by Ryan Stanford, I thought it was time to look for more Donald Ducking pics. I did a post about this a while back, but I've uncovered so many new ones, so many you haven't seen. Working on that, to come ASAP. Meanwhile, here I am modeling a perky summer top with a chubbed up cock. Have a fab day!
I was going through some recent dildo stuff and I found that slowing it down really made me remember those sensations in my hole as I either got fucked or fucked myself with the toy. Lots of tingling, pain, and pleasure, especially from the extra long one that truly excavates my insides. So I decided to take some clips (some of which you have not yet seen) and play with them and hope that you too will be "Feeling Every Inch."
Thanks to @bdenergy008 and @faefilms.
Random Photo w/story:
Here's the story:
“Have you ever been tied up?”
He sidled up to me at the bar as I was downing my first scotch and soda of the night. I was in Des Moines of all places, on tour, and there wasn’t much to do after the show but go out, have a drink or two, and hope for a hookup. It was a Wednesday, so the bar wasn’t busy, although the drag queen with the mustache who didn’t actually know the words to the song she was lip synching to seemed to have a modest following, cheering her on as her mascara ran in the heat. It was about as non-descript an establishment as you could get, not quite a leather bar but aspiring to be more than just a small town watering hole. I was just glad it was there, because I needed to drink, and my mind was wandering so much that I didn’t hear him over the din.
“You look like you’d enjoy that.”
I turned to him and said, “Excuse me? I’d enjoy…?”
“Getting tied up.” No smile, no indication that he was at all kidding. Here was a man on a mission.
“Um. I don’t know that I’d enjoy that. Maybe if I knew the guy pretty well.”
“I’m not like a crazy or anything. I would love to tie you up.”
“Ok, I’ll just take you at your word that I won’t end up in diced up chunks at two in the morning. How would this work if I say, yeah, tie me up?”
“Well, you’ll come home with me, strip down to a pair of shorts, put on a mask, and I would tie you up so that you couldn’t escape, and I would pose you in different positions and photograph you. Probably put a ball toy in your mouth, and then click away. Just get a bunch of photos of you for my collection.”
“And then what happens?”
“That’s it. I untie you, you get dressed, we shake hands, and I drive you wherever you need to go.”
“No sex?”
“No, actually, that’s not my interest. But full disclosure, when you leave, I will most likely rub a few out to your photos and then add them to my files. I’ve photographed a lot of guys and I have a huge collection. It’s just for me. No one else.”
“And I’m supposed to believe that?”
“You think I want the world to know that I get off to guys in ropes? I work in a bank. Those photos aren’t going anywhere.”
“Where do you live?”
“I’m about five minutes away. Look, I get it if you’re a little wary, but ask any of the bartenders here if I’m legit. Hell, I’ve tied them all up at some point. And feel free to ask Lotta Nerve up there if I’m a safe bet.”
“Lotta Nerve? Oh, her.” I pointed up to the stage.
“Oh yeah. I’ve tied her up a buncha times. We get quite creative.”
I stared at him, trying to find some insanity in his eyes…and I could not. I was feeling kind of adventurous, and honestly, things have been so stressful that I liked the idea of giving in totally and letting myself be subordinate to someone else. I actually hoped to find someone to fuck me, but as the pickin’s were slim, I thought this might be diverting.
“I’m in.”
“Great. Let’s go.”
He started on his way and I followed him. As I passed the bar, one of the bartenders waved at me and nodded his head as if to say “He’s cool.” I smiled and waved, just another member of the fraternity.
We got in his well worn Subaru, which happened to be spotless inside, so I took that as a good sign that I was going to be fine, but my heart was still pounding with anticipation. Unknown territory with a mystery host.
We arrived at his home, just a regular one story, one car garage, well landscaped abode. He parked in the driveway, we got out, up the sidewalk to the front door, door opened, walked inside…and it was as usual a living room as usual could be. No weird stuff; I don’t know what I was expecting, no roman crosses or BDSM setups. Hmm. Maybe that stuff was downstairs.
“Come on back to my bedroom. That has the best light.”
I followed him back and it was a tidy, bed-made, organized, clean primary bedroom, very beige, with an en suite bathroom.
“Can I use your bathroom?”
“Sure. I’m going to set up.”
As I did my business, I looked in the mirror in front of me. In my harness and arm band (on the right…I had come out hoping to get fucked), I thought I was way overdressed for this environment, at least in terms of gear. A tank top and jeans would have been more appropriate. My understanding was that he was going to choose what I wore anyway. Curiouser and curiouser…
I reentered the bedroom and he had his camera in his hand. This was before digital cameras…it was the real thing, a Nikon with a lens as long as my hard cock. This guy wasn’t fooling around.
“Ok, so there are some shorts there and a mask. Would you put them on for me?”
“Sure.” I stripped off my gear, my jeans, my boots, until I was down to my cockring. I put the shorts on as my dick began to get chubbed up.
“And the mask?”
I put that on as well, and saw myself in the mirror. Gay Zorro vibes. Hmm. I couldn’t tell if I looked hot or silly.
“Nice. Ok. Ropes.”
He tied me up.
“Ball toy?”
“Um. Sure. If you’d like.”
“I’d like.”
“Ok.”
He inserted the pink rubber ball in my mouth and tied it behind my head, testing the tightness to see if I was comfortable. When I acknowledged I was, he grabbed his camera and moved me toward the bed.
“I’m going to lay you down for the first shots. Feel free to move as if you’re trying to escape, and I’ll shoot pics. Here we go.”
I did as he asked and I could feel my dick begin to harden under the spandex shorts. This was kind of turning me on. As an actor, I took to the roleplay of captive, imagining I was being primed to get used by a bunch of leather guys in an arena for the pleasure of the King.
He interrupted my reverie. “So good. Now let’s get you standing up and I want to shoot you from every angle.”
I noticed a tenting in his khakis, so I figured I was giving him what he wanted. He stood me up carefully and I gave a submissive aura as he went around me, clicking away at every angle. My dick was beginning to throb. This was a whole different kind of attention I’d never had, and I liked it.
“Ok. That’s it!”
He put the camera on the bed and began to untie me. It was all pretty quick and painless, and he was nothing but a perfect gentleman. I took off the mask and the red shorts, and my cock sprang out at full attention. He didn’t notice as he went about taking down the lights and getting the room back in order.
I was going to ask if he wanted to suck me off, but I didn’t want to break the “contract” we had established. I got dressed and asked if he’d take me back to the bar, which he was more than happy to do. I gave him my address and he told me he’d send a CD with the shots on it…this was BD…Before Digital.
When he dropped me off at the bar, we shook hands and he thanked me. Knowing he was going to go home and jerk off to the photos was kind of a turn on, so when I got back inside, I knew I had to find some touch. There were still a few guys hanging out, but it was the bartender who waved at me on the way out who gestured me over and poured me a scotch and soda without me even asking.
“How’d it go?”
“Great actually. Curious to see the photos.”
“Oh, there’s nothing arty about them. They’re just for his JO pleasure, but it’s fun to get tied up.”
“Yeah, it really was. More than fun actually.”
I gestured down to the bulge in my jeans.
“The balls are getting blue.”
“Oh, I’ll take care of that. Gil…take over.”
The other bartender winked as the bartender took me into a backroom, shut the door, got on his knees, unzipped my pants, pulled out my raging cock, and sucked me off like a pro. Instinctively, I put my hands behind my back as if I was still roped up, and it made the BJ even more intense. I came buckets, and he gagged as my jizz flooded his mouth and smacked his lips when the faucet went dry. He stood up as my cock began to de-chub and patted me on the shoulder.
“Thanks! Tasty!”
“No…um. Thank you!”
I followed him back out to the bar, downed that scotch and soda, waved goodbye, and made my way back to my hotel.
This had been a very weird evening. But I rubbed one more out before bed remembering how good it felt to give in to total submission. I needed to pursue this…and I did…a lot.
That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
A long time ago, a photographer told me that the way to tell the difference between art photos and porn is if the subject is looking directly into the camera while hard, it's porn. If he looks anywhere but the camera, it's art. Hmm. I have a whole series of shots like this coming up, and personally...I'm ok with them being porn. Whatever gets you off. More to come...
I'm trying so hard to remember this session. I know the photographer wanted to stay anonymous, and I remember we had a nice time shooting. I also remember that there was a lot of tension in the air. He was half my age (I was 50-ish at the time), and I could tell he liked older guys, but I wasn't about to come on to him and make him uncomfortable. We kept it pretty professional, but when I got erect, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Did he want it? Don't know for sure. Perhaps if I made some kind of advance, this would have ended up with my dick in his ass, but...nope. I like these pics though. Hope you do too.
There's something about an insertion shot that feels so vulnerable. Legs wide open, hole getting ravaged, my insides feeling the beautiful friction that makes me crazy.
I get so many requests to do suit and tie stuff, something I really enjoy. Here's one of the first videos I did in that vein, and it was also one of the earlier videos of me getting fucked. So if you're in the mood to watch an executive take it in the ass, you're in luck. Here's "Open for Business."
Wide open.
(Thanks to @faefilms)
Much fun was had shooting with @FaeFilms during the "hurricane." We did a shower scene, and then we double headed dildo fucked, played around with cockrings, fucked, sucked, just had kind of a loose, breezy time together. Hopefully that comes across in the vid. Here's just a BTS moment between the shenanigans, which are coming soon!
I love a role play, so here we go:
I got asked to audition for a jockstrap brand, and when I showed up for it, it became more than just an on camera modeling go-see. Before I knew it, I was getting horned up and crazy, to the point where I just opened up and said and did whatever the auditioner wanted. I won't say much more, but here's hoping I get the gig after this "Jockstrap Go-see."
My favorite of the recent shots with @realmenreallife (right before I did a jackoff video on this hotel couch!).Always enjoy my shoots with John and hope to do many more!
Get over here and blow me. Make my cock feel good.
Shot by an anonymous photographer, who did indeed blow me (enjoying his mouth on my dick in the last photo).
Always looking for an arty way to play with photos. Join me in my bathroom so we can fuck in the shower. But wait...I have my eyes on my own ass....hmmm...how's that gonna work?
I know, I know...these videos are taking forever. I've shot two with @tantricfitness and we had a great time...he's the sweetest, sexiest guy ever. But understand that the editing process is long and also, Will is a very busy guy and has a bunch of content to be edited. They're coming, I promise! In the meantime, enjoy him pumping out my jizz from our first video together with a whole lot more to come!
I did a pretty epic dildo video for Willpower magazine, of which they're probably only going to use 30 seconds or so in a profile they're doing about me...and my hole. But I'll present the whole video to you as soon as the profile is done. Here's just a teaser...
Sometimes I need to just get in front of my blue backdrop, talk dirty, and drop a load for you guys. Quick. Is that so wrong? Here's a "Horny Daddy JO."
I've had tit play on my brain of late. As you know, mine are hardwired to my cock. This video is from a few years back, but watching it and experiencing those sensations through media was strangely satisfying to me. It's just how I like it: gentle at first, then rougher...these tit clamps are ruthless, and you'll note that the rubber safeguards are gone. When I play with them, I want those teeth biting into my nips, and as I tighten them, it only gets better. And after a session, taking them off is the most painful/pleasureful moment of all. So guys...it's time once again to play with my "Tits." Have at it.
Reminiscing: posing against a cement wall with so much texture. I can't include the shots in which I answer nature's call, but I always liked this shoot and working with photographer Deej Jones. Here's "Concrete Expressions."