Mostly for keeping tabs on my favorite posts, but I'm happy to share. Mostly gay. Into alpha males, cuckold and feminization fantasies, and other weird stuff.
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Love me some tall, muscular men
Awesomeathleticgear… Love this guy! Great pics!
I love a body like this. Muscular and just the right amount of hair. He looks athletic, but his body looks functional and real. Paired up with that jawline and those big lips, and I’m a puddle of male pussy.
oooh fuck i love this gif
Please destroy me
Guys like this make me feel so insecure. He’s handsome, in great shape, and wearing a very slick suit -- an alpha, probably applauded by others for being put together and successful. Still, with the beard and the earring, there’s a bit of an edge to him -- masculine and hip, but not in a try-hard way.
I want desperately to be him, but I never will be. He’ll always get the girls I want. People like my parents will wish they had a son like him. My coworkers will always be more impressed with him than with me.
If I pursue this line of thought too far, I start to become obsessed with guys like him. My jealousy morphs into desire, and before I know it, I want to be one of the girls he’s fucking. I want to kneel before him and worship his giant cock or lick his abs. I want to be his bitch.
Guys like this, man. All I want to do is be his little bitch. He can use me however he likes. Just please, for the love of god, let me worship that body.
Send this photo to her husband. Let him know what she’s capable of when a real man is inside her.
College was the first time I ever saw guys playing rugby, and boy, what a revelation that was. These guys were all huge like this dude. Big and muscular -- not in a weird roided out way like a lot of body builders, but also not in a flimsy male-model way. They were manly, thick with muscle, and able to put those muscles to work. I could be a bit pervy at times, taking my homework out to the field where they practices and watching them play, often with their shirts off. Part of me wanted to be one of them, to have a body like this one. But as I’ve grown older, I realize I wanted to be used by them, like the girls they’d fuck. I imagine what it would be like to ride one of them, with my hands on their chest, as a huge cock dug its way inside of me until it evoked a powerful feminine orgasm inside of me. Woof.
Your sweet, beautiful girlfriend has been cheating on you with another man. She had every intention of being loyal to you but she met a really good looking guy and couldn’t resist.
She knows you have a good heart but it’s not enough. Deep down, she’s attracted to masculinity. She needs to be with someone who is taller than you, has broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a big manly cock.
She feels guilty about betraying you. But those thoughts quickly disappear when she’s worshiping his body.
I used to know a guy like this in high school. I was always jealous of his muscular body and the attention he got because of it.
Girls would always find excuses to touch him or make him take his shirt off. At one pep rally, the cheerleaders got a bunch of the popular guys to participate in carnival games -- things like three-legged races and stuff. This guy (Mark was his name) was chosen for a dunk tank. Before he sat up on the ledge, the cheerleaders led the whole school in chanting “Take it off,” until he peeled off his shirt and revealed his flawless body. The crowd went wild. It took a few minutes before a cheerleader could hit the target and dunk Mark into the water, but when it finally happened, he stood up and posed exactly like this for the whole school. He knew how good he looked and how much the girls were into it. Even the guys had to admire him.
Mark was the kind of guy that always had sexual rumors following him -- that he’d had a threesome, that he’d slept with a teacher or mom, that he showed his cock at a party and it was huge. I never found out which, if any, were true, but it turned me on that the whole school was a little obsessed with his sex life.