emopiggie
Just some things.
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That happened years ago, but tumblr blocked half the content so the posts got deleted.
gay men
Yes?
Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
First of all I would open tons of envelopes with ease. Then I'd probably hang from some monkey bars using the claw before falling asleep and wishing for my hand back
Rest in Peace Tumblr.
May you sit nicely up there with Vine, Myspace, Google+, and AIM.
While this isn’t a photo of mine, this picture does directly represent a situation I was in a few months ago with my boyfriend at the time. I never knew how much fun it was to be picked up and carried around. They didn’t even show any signs of struggle while doing it either!
It bugs me that straight people don’t realise how lucky they are that the possibility of getting involved with someone casually is so real for them? Like they don’t have to go to a dedicated club, they don’t have to wonder whether that person is giving them the eyes or is simmering with rage, they don’t have to use apps to meet people, they don’t have to discount every flirty act as ‘they’re probably just being nice’, they don’t have to check someone’s social media to find out if they’re LGBT before anything else. I mean just the concept of striking up a relationship is so utterly alien to me and many other LGBT people, like I’m living my life constrained by a different set of rules and they’re not even aware those constraints exist?
“You lookin’ for something?” the furry hunk casually asked me with raised eyebrow, “…Or someone?”
“Um –” I stuttered, trying not to check him out too much, “I’m looking for my dad. I thought I saw him come back around here, but now I can’t find him.”
“You brought your dad to Leather Fest?” he questioned, still with that sexy raised eyebrow, “You must have a pretty cool dad.”
I shuffled my feet a bit. “Yeah, he really wanted to come this year. It was kinda weird.”
“I don’t think it’s weird,” he replied, “Maybe he just wanted to spend some time with you. Maybe he’s been trying to figure out if he’s gay, too, and wanted you to show him what it’s like.”
I had let the hunk circle around me, lost in his deep brown eyes, deeply turned on by the way his harness hugged his hairy chest, and the way his pants created the perfect bulge. Suddenly, I was the one up against the wall, and this gorgeous man was leaning in closer and closer.
“I really should try and find my dad…” I whimpered as he slid a hand up my shirt, feeling my abs, reaching for my nipple.
“You already found him,” he grinned.
He pulled back just a little bit and squeezed his eyes shut. There was a look of deep concentration on his face. Then, his features started shifting and rearranging right in front of my eyes. All of the sudden, I was looking at this hunk in front of me, but he had my father’s face.
“What do you think?” The hunk’s voice came out of my father’s mouth.
“Oh fuck!” I tried to push him away, but he managed to hold me there, telling me to calm down as his face shifted back to the handsome, scruffy face that he had been wearing before.
“I can explain all of this later,” he said, “Just try and forget it’s me inside of here, OK? Let me spend the day like this, and I’ll tell you everything when we get home.”
I reached out to touch his face, and he let me. I looked into his eyes, and couldn’t help but see my father now. I didn’t know why, but it fucking turned on knowing that this sexy guy was actually my dad.
“What should I call you?” I asked him.
He paused for a second. Maybe he hadn’t thought it would get this far. “How about ‘Chris?’ And, just so you know, we don’t have to do anything physical if you don’t want to. I kind of got carried away back there.”
I bit my lip and pulled him in for a kiss, feeling his scruff against my smooth face. I don’t know how my dad knew what my ideal man looked like, but somehow he had nailed it with the way he looked now. I made sure to lean in a little bit so he could feel my hard cock poking up against him.
“I like 'Chris,’” I said. I kissed him a few more times, and then took him by the hand. We spent the rest of the day together at the festival. It was one of the best days of my life.