Happy Red Month, Twink!

Text by 12th + Photo by Ministry of Pleasure

Hello There, Santa!

Well, you're not on my NICE list....

You have been naughty, kid.

My elf told me.

Guilty Indulgence

Well?

Will Grant

We adore you, Will Grant.






We worship you, Will Grant.

rippedlads

 We love you, Will Grant.

Jonathan Agassi

boyculture

If he gives you that look.
If he opens his legs like that.
You know.
He knows.
Give in.
There's no escape.
Well?

Flashing Chad White's

Chad White is GOD.

From Google Images,
just key in God's name: Chad White.

He's beautiful.

Google Images

Drop dead, beautiful!

Bob Out

Bob Out

Tom Cruise's little brother has grown and filled up. Nice hard curves.

He's got a killer smile to fall in love with. Hooo! Hot.

And struts a body you just but have to worship. His temple demands it.

Kneel and worship!

Or burn in lust for the ripples and cords of flesh. 

He reminds me of Tom Cruise in Top Gun with that million-watt smile =). It's like being shot right through the pupils with a flash.

See the resemblance. I miss our days of thunder, Tom.
You were Thor and how you exploded when you flashed that smile.

EW

Here's Chad in red flavor.

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Amusements: Star Date Log 15-5-2012

Is it easier now? There are a lot more of the anonymous worlds where Narnians and other creatures of the wardrobe can purr and play?

Yes, sometimes we wonder when we wake up if the happy surprise will finally arrive. Will he finally send that stray text or email that will lead to something wonderful. We wish, not too much, but just with a whiff to send us off our day.

We Heart It

We note, wryly and sometimes with a hint of dread, how wicked hope pumps us with anticipation.....

We've had enough false starts to know better and many bated breaths to invest too much..... Enough already. Days that buoy up like helium sheathed in primary colored latex. Days that turn up and then just as easily turn leaden with pins and needles.

Oh, Bernardo

Your rims are solid, sure and hot. Can I take a bite now?

Guys Next Door

To the Angel Sleeping in My Car

To the Angel Sleeping in My Car (A Road Trip With An Angel)





I watch you sleep. Furtively.
It’s only been ten minutes.

I’ll wait.


Let me be anonymous. Please.
The rankle eases better that way.
Away from my center.


I’ve kept it this long. Safe.
What’s a blanket of road?
I can wait.


Only minutes of refuge. Eternal.
My eyes veil the secret I dared.
Look only ahead.


Another stretch of road. Pain.
Ok, maybe a glance?
No, patience must hold.


Such bitter balm for a wounded. Benediction.
Waiting is a sacrament.
Soldier on blessed soul.


My mind hosts unnamable wars. Pogrom.
How can you sleep unaware?
I am drowning beside you.


Bleeding, I pry open the sanctuary. Lost.
Tentatively, I gaze at you again.
I catch my breath.


Your sight is a dagger that knows its mark. Fatal.
My eyes retreat.
Afraid to speak that which must not be named.


Too late, I have been wounded deep enough. Dying.
I behold your wholeness with such longing.
For I am broken.


Don’t wake now, please, don’t open your eyes. Sleep.
Let me drink your flushed skin, your red lips.
My happiness.


Your feather lashes and your calm brows. Dream.
I am a shadow now slowly fading before your light.
I am fallen.


Let me brush away that stray hair from your eyes. Please.
One more glance, one last touch.
Hallowed pain.


You cannot know, ever. Remain.
Let this mortal knowledge not weigh you.
My winged one.


I have known how this will end. Futile.
I am slain in the end.
The joke’s on me.


God, why did you make a creature so beautiful?
Why did you make this desire so forbidden?

19. Sticky & Sweet Weekend

Have a safe weekend. Meanwhile, to keep you occupied. Here' something ferral from manochrome.