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John (Jenő) Friedlinger (Hungarian, 1890-1963). “Male nude / nude from the back, c.1911. oil on canvas

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Wes Hempel (American, b.1953). “Magnolias”. oil on canvas

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Ernst Georg Martin Hildebrand (1906 - 1991) - Love is the Greatest Liberator, to 'Edmond Dantes' with a Good night Hug!

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Matt Bomer and Zane Phillips Mid-Century Modern 1.05 "Hello, Fisty's"

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The Trade Secretary's Indiscretion

Featuring Sir Liam Fox

In the sweltering July of 2017, Sir Liam Fox, then serving as Secretary of State for International Trade, found himself in the thick of a political season. Yet, his thoughts were far from trade agreements as he met Thomas Jones, a 31-year-old lobbyist whose towering 6'1" frame and stocky, athletic build reminded him of none other than his former best man and flat mate, Adam Werritty.

The rendezvous was set under the guise of discussing policy, but the real agenda was clear from the moment Thomas’s deep blue eyes met Liam's. After a brief, formal exchange at a public venue, they retreated to Liam's London flat, a place kept secret from his wife, Dr. Jesme Baird, intended for the solitude of a 'second home' funded by the taxpayer.

Once inside, the atmosphere shifted palpably. Clothes were shed with urgency, littering the floor like autumn leaves. Naked on the bed, their bodies contrasted sharply; Liam, at 5'8" with an average build, next to Thomas's more imposing figure.

Thomas took his time, his mouth exploring every inch of Liam’s body before settling on his lips. Their kiss was slow, deep, and languid, tongues mingling in a dance that mirrored the rhythm of their hips. Thomas's hands roamed, one cupping Liam's cheek while the other slid down to grasp his ass, kneading the flesh with a possessive grip.

They moved from kisses to more; Thomas’s mouth found Liam’s, engaging in a fervent exchange of oral pleasure until both were panting for more.

Fox, now lost in the throes of a taboo desire, felt the sweat bead down his back as Thomas Jones, his muscular frame a stark contrast to Liam's more modest build, maneuvered him onto all fours. The scent of arousal was thick between them, a heady mix of musk and cologne, as Thomas positioned himself at Liam's entrance, his hard length throbbing with need. He paused, taking in the sight of Liam's ass, the skin smooth and inviting. With a firm grip on Liam's hips, Thomas slapped one cheek, watching it jiggle slightly, asserting dominance in this clandestine affair.

Thomas paused, his cock pressing against Liam, teasing the entrance with gentle, circular motions. Liam moaned, his body trembling in anticipation. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Thomas entered him, and Liam felt every inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a combination of fullness and friction that made his toes curl.

"Fuck, you're tight," Thomas growled, his voice low and husky, as he began to move, each thrust causing Liam to moan, the sound echoing off the walls of the flat.

Thomas moved with a pace that was almost torturous in its slowness, each thrust drawn out to savor the feel of Liam's heat around him. Thomas's hand reached around, finding Liam’s cock, hard and leaking, and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. For the next twenty minutes, Thomas took Liam with a fervor that left no room for gentleness. The rhythm was primal, animalistic. Thomas's balls slapped against Liam with each deep penetration, the sound obscene in the quiet of the room. Thomas's whispers were like velvet, "You feel so good, Liam," his breath hot against Liam’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.

He pulled Liam back onto him, ensuring he felt every inch, every vein of Thomas's cock. Liam, overwhelmed by the sensations, pushed back, meeting Thomas thrust for thrust, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

"Harder," Liam gasped, his voice a mix of command and plea. Thomas complied, his movements becoming more forceful, his other hand now reaching around to tweak Liam’s nipples, adding another layer of sensation.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by Liam's cries and Thomas's grunts.

Suddenly, Thomas flipped Liam over, wanting to see his face contorted in pleasure. He entered Liam again, missionary style, watching as Liam's eyes rolled back when Thomas hit that sweet spot inside him.

Liam’s legs were splayed wide, his feet hooked over Thomas's back, pulling him closer, deeper. The pace gradually intensified, but the sensuality never waned. Thomas’s hand found Liam’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, his thumb spreading the beads of precum over the head. Liam was lost in the sensation, his body an instrument played by Thomas's expert touch.

Thomas leaned down, capturing Liam's lips in a bruising kiss, their tongues clashing as he fucked him with abandon. As Thomas rocked into him, his lips found Liam's neck, kissing, sucking, leaving marks that spoke of their secret. Liam's hands roamed Thomas's back, nails leaving red trails, urging him deeper. Their bodies moved in sync, a slow, sensual dance of push and pull, the sound of wet skin against skin a symphony in the quiet room. As Thomas neared his climax, Liam, caught in the throes of ecstasy, begged for more, his legs spread wide, inviting Thomas deeper.

As Liam's orgasm built, his prostate being relentlessly stimulated, he felt his balls tighten. His cock, with pre-cum dripping down its length, was a testament to his arousal. Thomas, sensing the urgency, intensified his thrusts, angling to hit that spot inside Liam that would send him over the edge.

With a loud cry, Liam called out, "Adam!" in the heat of passion, his body convulsing as he came, painting his chest and stomach with his seed, the sheets gripped tight in his fists.

The intense contractions of Liam's climax around Thomas's cock were too much. With one final, deep thrust, Thomas released, filling Liam with his own heat, his grunts a clear testament to his release, ensuring Liam knew he was being claimed in this moment of vulnerability.

"Take it all," he hissed, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his release.

As they lay there, the aftermath of their actions settling around them like dust, the reality of their choices began to seep in, mingling with the sweat and the scent of sex in the air of that secretive, taxpayer-funded flat.

This narrative is purely fictional, crafted for entertainment purposes, and does not reflect any real events, personalities, or their actions.

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The Trade Secretary's Indiscretion

Featuring Sir Liam Fox

In the sweltering July of 2017, Sir Liam Fox, then serving as Secretary of State for International Trade, found himself in the thick of a political season. Yet, his thoughts were far from trade agreements as he met Thomas Jones, a 31-year-old lobbyist whose towering 6'1" frame and stocky, athletic build reminded him of none other than his former best man and flat mate, Adam Werritty.

The rendezvous was set under the guise of discussing policy, but the real agenda was clear from the moment Thomas’s deep blue eyes met Liam's. After a brief, formal exchange at a public venue, they retreated to Liam's London flat, a place kept secret from his wife, Dr. Jesme Baird, intended for the solitude of a 'second home' funded by the taxpayer.

Once inside, the atmosphere shifted palpably. Clothes were shed with urgency, littering the floor like autumn leaves. Naked on the bed, their bodies contrasted sharply; Liam, at 5'8" with an average build, next to Thomas's more imposing figure.

Thomas took his time, his mouth exploring every inch of Liam’s body before settling on his lips. Their kiss was slow, deep, and languid, tongues mingling in a dance that mirrored the rhythm of their hips. Thomas's hands roamed, one cupping Liam's cheek while the other slid down to grasp his ass, kneading the flesh with a possessive grip.

They moved from kisses to more; Thomas’s mouth found Liam’s, engaging in a fervent exchange of oral pleasure until both were panting for more.

Fox, now lost in the throes of a taboo desire, felt the sweat bead down his back as Thomas Jones, his muscular frame a stark contrast to Liam's more modest build, maneuvered him onto all fours. The scent of arousal was thick between them, a heady mix of musk and cologne, as Thomas positioned himself at Liam's entrance, his hard length throbbing with need. He paused, taking in the sight of Liam's ass, the skin smooth and inviting. With a firm grip on Liam's hips, Thomas slapped one cheek, watching it jiggle slightly, asserting dominance in this clandestine affair.

Thomas paused, his cock pressing against Liam, teasing the entrance with gentle, circular motions. Liam moaned, his body trembling in anticipation. With a slow, deliberate thrust, Thomas entered him, and Liam felt every inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a combination of fullness and friction that made his toes curl.

"Fuck, you're tight," Thomas growled, his voice low and husky, as he began to move, each thrust causing Liam to moan, the sound echoing off the walls of the flat.

Thomas moved with a pace that was almost torturous in its slowness, each thrust drawn out to savor the feel of Liam's heat around him. Thomas's hand reached around, finding Liam’s cock, hard and leaking, and began to stroke him in time with his thrusts. For the next twenty minutes, Thomas took Liam with a fervor that left no room for gentleness. The rhythm was primal, animalistic. Thomas's balls slapped against Liam with each deep penetration, the sound obscene in the quiet of the room. Thomas's whispers were like velvet, "You feel so good, Liam," his breath hot against Liam’s ear, sending shivers down his spine.

He pulled Liam back onto him, ensuring he felt every inch, every vein of Thomas's cock. Liam, overwhelmed by the sensations, pushed back, meeting Thomas thrust for thrust, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.

"Harder," Liam gasped, his voice a mix of command and plea. Thomas complied, his movements becoming more forceful, his other hand now reaching around to tweak Liam’s nipples, adding another layer of sensation.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, punctuated by Liam's cries and Thomas's grunts.

Suddenly, Thomas flipped Liam over, wanting to see his face contorted in pleasure. He entered Liam again, missionary style, watching as Liam's eyes rolled back when Thomas hit that sweet spot inside him.

Liam’s legs were splayed wide, his feet hooked over Thomas's back, pulling him closer, deeper. The pace gradually intensified, but the sensuality never waned. Thomas’s hand found Liam’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, his thumb spreading the beads of precum over the head. Liam was lost in the sensation, his body an instrument played by Thomas's expert touch.

Thomas leaned down, capturing Liam's lips in a bruising kiss, their tongues clashing as he fucked him with abandon. As Thomas rocked into him, his lips found Liam's neck, kissing, sucking, leaving marks that spoke of their secret. Liam's hands roamed Thomas's back, nails leaving red trails, urging him deeper. Their bodies moved in sync, a slow, sensual dance of push and pull, the sound of wet skin against skin a symphony in the quiet room. As Thomas neared his climax, Liam, caught in the throes of ecstasy, begged for more, his legs spread wide, inviting Thomas deeper.

As Liam's orgasm built, his prostate being relentlessly stimulated, he felt his balls tighten. His cock, with pre-cum dripping down its length, was a testament to his arousal. Thomas, sensing the urgency, intensified his thrusts, angling to hit that spot inside Liam that would send him over the edge.

With a loud cry, Liam called out, "Adam!" in the heat of passion, his body convulsing as he came, painting his chest and stomach with his seed, the sheets gripped tight in his fists.

The intense contractions of Liam's climax around Thomas's cock were too much. With one final, deep thrust, Thomas released, filling Liam with his own heat, his grunts a clear testament to his release, ensuring Liam knew he was being claimed in this moment of vulnerability.

"Take it all," he hissed, his body shuddering with the aftershocks of his release.

As they lay there, the aftermath of their actions settling around them like dust, the reality of their choices began to seep in, mingling with the sweat and the scent of sex in the air of that secretive, taxpayer-funded flat.

This narrative is purely fictional, crafted for entertainment purposes, and does not reflect any real events, personalities, or their actions.

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Steel Muscle (Joey Sullivan) | protien_master

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Kyriakos Mitsotakis

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Hercules (1983) dir. Luigi Cozzi

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