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Jai Courtney

for Men's Health 2025

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they discovered a new love language it's called smacking ur partner in the face with ur cock

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Biiiiiiiig stretch

*lowering you onto my throbbing cock*

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// just watched captain america and why is red hulk kinda... i mean, 🫦

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// wanna do replies but can't keep my eyes open i need a monster

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Anyone else feel like their mutuals are way out of their league? Like they follow you back and you’re just like

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samuel wanted to put up a tough act, pretend he wasn't as into this as he really was, unable to allow himself to let go and show just how much he enjoyed how that cock felt invading his mouth. the act became even harder to maintain when the blonde smiled back at him – a dirty smirk, full of bad intentions. this stranger, whoever he was, was undoubtedly hot, which only made things worse for samuel.

eyes rolled at the man's offer, the words secretly making him even harder, to the point his bulge felt uncomfortable and restrained. sam wanted to pull his own dick out, but he had both hands busy and didn't want to stop; "fuck off", he shot back, though it only sounded like muffled humming around the thick shaft.

the redhead felt the stranger take hold of his hair as he sucked each and every drop of precum, tongue playing over the slit just like his wife used to do to him. samuel could tell brennan was starting to take control of the movement, hips swaying back and forth and slowly picking up momentum, going deeper with each thrust. the married man stopped moving, consciously giving up control for the first time so that the blonde could now fuck his throat. samuel gagged and hummed, blowjob becoming sloppier with all the slobber running down his chin.

at the other's announcement, samuel looked up, this time meeting brennan's eyes. he didn't try to speak – he wouldn't have been able to, anyway. instead, too horny to even think straight, he nodded and allowed his throat go be abused like a pussy, tightening his grip on the man's legs. it was sam's first time sucking a stranger, getting his throat fucked, and now he wondered how it'd feel to have his throat flooded with cum for the first time as well. eyes locked onto brennan's, he kept nodding and grunting, as if saying "go ahead, give it to me. i won't waste it."

That first gag had been enough to elicit another sloppy and thick drip of pre right onto Sam's tongue with the reelback, his hips shivering in anticipation as his weeping prick nestled in the man's mouth. He was beyond pent up to say the least: it had been almost a whole day since he'd gotten off. To a normal person, that was normal, but to him? No. He'd be on load 3 by now if given the chance, and if he got the opportunity with this stranger here, he might actually just play catch up on those numbers.

Looking back down at the almost bratty tone and smirk on Samuel's face had the president of the school smirking back, though his a bit more controlled. "Make me cum and I'll shut up." He offered back, grunting as he felt the man's hand and tongue lap over and over his throbbing length in full. It was almost never ending, but that's what happened when you stayed well hydrated. Tugging Sam by his short hair just a bit closer, he wanted those lips back around the head to nurse on the dripping slit.

"Just means he's happy to see you." He grunted, his free hand holding against the wall in front of him as he started to rock forward. He was chasing that heat, wanting more of it, and caring less about the inexperience of the throat as he made his way towards deeper warmth. "Fuck I'm getting close, dude. Don't waste a drop like that last one." It was a tease, but a command at the same time as he looked down at the man on his knees, disheveled and hungry.

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// tumblr what do you mean 50 i've had this blog since 2019 😭

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continued from here with some (a lot of) changes | @realbcys

"what, don't you trust me?" roman frowned, pretending to be hurt by his brother's reluctance to put on the so-called magical artifact. "of course there's no actual magic about them, that old lady was just trying to scare the tourists with the whole 'these items are cursed and not to be toyed with' mystical hippie act."

roman caught the ring rion tossed for him and took a closer look at it. he could tell at some point there were words or symbols carved in the metal, but the thing was so old part of it had been scratched off and become hard to read. roman, however, saw that as a sign that the ring was just some poorly made trinket.

"dude, if you wanna see me naked all you have to do is look at yourself in the mirror. and unless you're hiding something from me, it won't fit mine if it doesn't fit yours either." he teased, twisting and spinning the ring with both hands.

"but fine. since you don't trust your own brother." roman dropped the ring back into the box and, in a single swift motion, pulled his shorts down, stepping off of them. being twins with a shared room, nudity was nothing out of the ordinary – roman felt comfortable around his brother and no shame in exposing his body like this. then, with the ring now in hand, he looked back at rion. "here goes nothing." tugging at his soft cock, roman placed the metallic ring around the base and pushed each testicle through it until it hung snugly around his whole junk. the metal felt cold the moment it touched his skin, sending some kind of shiver through his body, and the ring fit a bit tighter than he'd expected; his cock seemed to be tingling, roman assumed from the tightness. "see? no thunder, no lightning! no demonic voice out of nowhere cursing me and our whole bloodline. i'm fine! you worry too much, bro."

with that, roman looked over at the full sized mirror across the room. he never imagined himself wearing a cock ring, but he couldn't help but admire the way the metal hugged tightly around his dick, accentuating it. it almost made his junk look bigger. "looks good, doesn't it?" he asked rion, staring at himself in the mirror for a while and eventually snapping out of it before his own reflection could give him a boner in front of his brother; that'd be embarrassing. "aight, your turn. pick one and put it on. show me you have some balls."

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hawkeye had been acting as a vigilante for a few years now; the wasn't one to have a plan for everything, but he knew how to take care of himself and solve any problems quickly. unlike these other heroes (clint wouldn't consider himself a hero, but people kept calling him one) fighting aliens and wizards from space, clint had his crosshairs aimed at romanian mob working the streets of new york: they started small, but their influence was growing and the cargo they moved becoming dangerous. he didn't foresee, however, the trap the mob had set for him one night while he tailed them – his cover was now blown, and he had no way of going home to come up with a plan. clint needed to disappear, and fast.

normally he would never bring this kind of trouble to friends or family. this was an exception for only two reasons; one: if he only found out about his half-brother's existence a few months ago, surely the people after him wouldn't know about it either, and two: he was desperate.

clint showed up at brennan's doorstep unprepared to stay, with only the clothes he was wearing and a bag on his shoulder which contained his suit, folded bow and a few arrows. "hey, big brother!" he smiled as the door swung open. "let's get inside, it's cold out here." clint stepped in, eager to get off the streets before the romanians found him. of course, he wouldn't let brennan notice anything was up or put him in danger. "whew, nice house. and i guess nice to finally meet you, right? dad really threw us a curve ball there with the whole secret brother stuff." he joked, taking his jacket off once inside.

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Having gotten reached out to by a half brother was probably one of the more surprising ways Brennan could've had happen. He was half expecting a child, or several, from his years of escapades and inability to pull out, but alas, there had been none of those at the time! No Clint was just a half brother from his father's side, a man he never quite had a lot of interactions with so it did make sense. Needless to say, he had been so excited to hear the news he'd offered Clint the opportunity to come over whenever he felt.

Which, funnily enough, was pretty quickly after they's spoken. He'd done as good a background check on the man as he could, not finding anything of worry, and decided it best to offer up his home for the few days. With a fresh bottle of wine and some fresh snacks ready, he had no idea what Clint liked but he figured hey, why not be a gracious host?

"Coming." He called out as the knock on the door happened, making his way over with a casual step. He was dressed in a full button down and dress pants, a normal attire for his work day but comfortable too. "Come on in."

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great. now samuel had thrown mateo into this mess as well, and it didn't even help him get out of it. the redhead didn't mean to act like a coward, but even with his size, the man had never been a fighter. he golfed, had good aim for shooting hoops, but never once had he needed to throw a punch.

as soon as he saw the man come closer, sam tried to distance himself, but the other had moved quicker to grab him; "oh- right," samuel looked back over his shoulder; only then did he realize he was about to step off and fall down the flight of stairs. would it hurt less than getting his ass kicked by this mean looking latino? afraid of the fall, he had no choice but step away from the stairs, which unfortunately meant getting closer to the man threatening him, just as he pulled his underwear down.

shock and fear rushed through his body as he glanced down; the underwear had been pulled down just enough for samuel to catch a glimpse of the thick base of his brown cock, surrounded by pubes. the few men he had hooked up with so far had been fully shaved, and samuel himself kept his pubes trimmed; a hairy cock like that was novelty for him, and he was intrigued.

at this point, the ropes of cum that covered his face had now become thinner and more fluid, giving samuel a glazed look as it ran down his face and collected on his lips. the latino also looked a tad shiny, perhaps from sweat. "what do you mean take care of you?" he asked, tasting cum as it slid down into his mouth with every word. "do you want me to, uh-" the married man looked down to the man's bulge then back up, directly facing him. "like, here? in public?" sam tightened his grip around the handkerchief and swallowed, as if he wasn't doing just that thing a minute ago.

Carlos had expected some sort of resistance and hesitation from the other. If anything, it would have been much stranger for the other to immediately fall in line with Carlos's demand. Still, it was almost cute how the other was gripping the handkerchief, the saliva sure to be soaking into the skin. At least the other was trying to 'talk' his way out of it instead of doing something stupid like run or worse, fight back. At the mention of the other guy's name, he quirked an eyebrow.

"I didn't, but now I know who to look for after dealing with you." He took a step closer and reached out fast to grab the other's shoulder. The length of his arms were always a surprise to others considering how much he kept them folded. "Careful. It's only one flight, but don't need you falling before you take care of this," he said. Now the two were close and with his strong grip, there was no way for them to go without a fight.

"Last chance. You gonna take care of me," which was when Carlos pulled his underwear down and teased how thick his shaft was, "or am I gonna have to take care of you?" he asked, making his grip even tighter. Either getting sucked or beating this slut down would make him feel better after the day he had. Now that he was close, he was sure the stranger could smell the hard day's work he had, not even having time to shower since last night.