safety alert for men who wear short pants and no underwear

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Thanks, good buddy Stu! And here's another...

dirty wrestling...

He rams a toe into my nasal cavity,
letting his other toes pick at my cheeks.
Yet at the height of his barefoot depravity,
I feel so good that something somewhere leaks.
It's just a game,
but when I lose, I'm winning just the same...

I wonder if we could talk Blayne into some dirty wrestling...

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looking for Mister Right...

I suck with confidence big toes and woodies.
They are of body parts the most sublime.
Nipples and balls, other assorted goodies
are factored in and sucked from time to time.
It keeps me busy
looking for Mister Right. OK! Where is he?

Check out handsome Seth at MFF today. So many beautiful possiblities...

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nude wrestling...

We wrestle naked. When legs intertwine,
our private parts, our dicks and ball sacks meet.
His globes of fun and folly fondle mine.
My face inhales the soles of his bare feet
as toes and penis
break down whatever walls once stood between us...

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nude wrestling 2...

We wrestle nude. His toes seek out the angles
that yield to intimate, erotic touch.
Feet fondle everything that dips or dangles.
Pushing and probing, toes reach out and clutch.
I feel the fire
as barefoot lust explodes with mad desire...

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voyage of the heart...

I visited the palaces of kings,
theaters where the greatest diva sings,
museums filled with precious works of art.
My greatest trip? A voyage of the heart!
Strange it may seem.
A barefoot dude fulfilled my every dream.

A modest living room, a couch, a floor,
a coffee table, wine and little more.
Off come a shoe and sock. A barefoot kiss.
The joy of heaven is no more than this.
A sunbeam plays.
Sweet dreams of paradise are in its rays.

My life went counter-clockwise, so they say.
To be a homo wasn't always gay.
Now that my heart is dressed in rags and tatters,
I see that love alone is all that matters.
That barefoot dude
was love's great gift, albeit somewhat crude...

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afterthought...

The storm clouds gather and the sky is grey.
But I have danced with angels all the day.
If I must leave, I know that I will be
an atom in a great infinity.
And I will shine.
Because we loved, eternity is mine...

[stustustugoo]

u turn me into a horny little fucker AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!! lol love them all...............

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And again many, many thnks, good buddy Stu! Here are two more...

secrets of the soles...

A little music and a little wine
and all the secrets of his soles are mine.
He gives their taste and smell to none but me.
Their wrinkles are my roads to ecstasy.
I take a sniff.
His barefoot scent is heaven in a whiff...

unique places...

I go to places few men dare to go
between a sphincter and a guy's big toe.
And when I suck in places so unique
I'm pretty sure I feel an angel peek
at what I do.
I think I hear him murmur, "Good for you!"

[stustustugoo]

excellent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!

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a selfie story...

I took a selfie in between his toes,
sandwiched between the soles of his bare feet.
Their pleasant scent meandered to my nose,
suggesting ways sex might be more complete.
We did it all -
my mouth and his ten toes - we had a ball...

I'd love to sneak in the photoshoot and get a selfie with Scott Riley...