hot damn. I mean, damn hot? I don’t even know.
Turkish oil wrestling is the best. :3 THE BEST. 83
IDK why they are always touching each other’s pants and butts and other parts but yep, favourite sport, hands down.
Or hands in.
Apparently the way you win is to stick your hand down the other guy’s kisbet, which are the special pants the wear.
This fucking sport is the best. I just checked this and omg it’s true. Fuck me fucking sideways /falls over
a bunch of half naked beefy oiled down guys rolling around and trying to shove their hands in each other’s shorts
WHY IS THIS NOT AN OLYMPIC EVENT
Wooooooooooooow. Because Greco-Roman was not homoerotic enough.
°ç° *dead brain*
Had to switch tabs ‘cause my mother just came by… and this is more porn than porn X_D
AHMGFJFNDLKJ
WOOOHAHHHTHTHTTTTT
this is so….fucking hot to me….ohmygod. the middle gif. *nosebleed*
no you don’t understand
I ALWAYS REBLOG TURKISH OIL WRESTLING
hey olivia
hey
hey
hey
i found my new favorite sport.
… wut…
mmm, yes, so glad to see this on my dash again
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k-13:
[[Original Art @ Kelaruj]]
[[Color Edit @ K-13]]
“It seems you are at the end of your plateau phase now, Jake. Your heartbeat’s cadence is very elevated. As is your core temperature. My sensors can discern the increase of the contraction of the muscles at the base of your penis. Also on the digits currently inserted in your rectum. Your breathing pattern is one I could easily correlate with panic. Are you panicked, Jake. You shouldn’t be.”
It tastes like metal, far from cold on his tongue by now, but smooth, soft against the muscle. That doesn’t prevent it from moving though, enthusiastically slicking the metal digits that keep thrusting between his lips - perfect in sync and number to the one’s stretching him. He can almost hear the wet sounds in the midst of his lonely ragged breaths, of his own heart beat echoing in his ears. The slurping sound around metal makes him blush further, but it is nothing due to embarrassment now: he is too far gone to be properly ashamed. Maybe later.
“Your vocalizations are becoming more urgent, Jake. Out of control. Can you control them Jake, I am so very curious. Your seminal fluid keeps leaking profusely. Is it a desirable feeling, Jake. Should I go faster.”
But now, as the synthesized voice spouts weirdly clinical terms and observations, so close to his ear, he can’t do much but pant and slurp and moan in such an utterly honest and primal way he barely recognizes his own voice.
His hazed mind clings to the robotic version of Dirk’s voice, void of inflection - and still so very alluring, in ways he doesn’t even want - is able - to dwell on.
His cock pulses, his hips kept still by unyielding hands, he can’t move, he can’t thrust into the robotic hand that strokes his cock, he can’t push back and down into pistoning fingers. He can’t move his head without the stinging on his scalp, he can’t swallow the saliva that keeps flooding his mouth. He’s trapped in a metal cage of an embrace, totally at the mercy of the robotic representation of his best bro, and he just can’t doesn’t want to think.
He can’t do anything else but feel and pulse, pant and twitch. Grunt and moan.
So he does.
“I will take the rumbling modulation of your voice as a yes then.”
for calvin
/casually reblogs before i have to go to class and cant read it](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m89a63n99a1ql5odeo1_500.png)
k-13:
[[Original Art @ Kelaruj]]
[[Color Edit @ K-13]]
“It seems you are at the end of your plateau phase now, Jake. Your heartbeat’s cadence is very elevated. As is your core temperature. My sensors can discern the increase of the contraction of the muscles at the base of your penis. Also on the digits currently inserted in your rectum. Your breathing pattern is one I could easily correlate with panic. Are you panicked, Jake. You shouldn’t be.”
It tastes like metal, far from cold on his tongue by now, but smooth, soft against the muscle. That doesn’t prevent it from moving though, enthusiastically slicking the metal digits that keep thrusting between his lips - perfect in sync and number to the one’s stretching him. He can almost hear the wet sounds in the midst of his lonely ragged breaths, of his own heart beat echoing in his ears. The slurping sound around metal makes him blush further, but it is nothing due to embarrassment now: he is too far gone to be properly ashamed. Maybe later.
“Your vocalizations are becoming more urgent, Jake. Out of control. Can you control them Jake, I am so very curious. Your seminal fluid keeps leaking profusely. Is it a desirable feeling, Jake. Should I go faster.”
But now, as the synthesized voice spouts weirdly clinical terms and observations, so close to his ear, he can’t do much but pant and slurp and moan in such an utterly honest and primal way he barely recognizes his own voice.
His hazed mind clings to the robotic version of Dirk’s voice, void of inflection - and still so very alluring, in ways he doesn’t even want - is able - to dwell on.
His cock pulses, his hips kept still by unyielding hands, he can’t move, he can’t thrust into the robotic hand that strokes his cock, he can’t push back and down into pistoning fingers. He can’t move his head without the stinging on his scalp, he can’t swallow the saliva that keeps flooding his mouth. He’s trapped in a metal cage of an embrace, totally at the mercy of the robotic representation of his best bro, and he just can’t
doesn’t want tothink.He can’t do anything else but feel and pulse, pant and twitch. Grunt and moan.
So he does.
“I will take the rumbling modulation of your voice as a yes then.”
for calvin
/casually reblogs before i have to go to class and cant read it
i’M LAUHIGN SO HARD AT THSI AI CNA BARRELY UPLOAD IT
commission for mY MOM
WHAT WHY WOULD YOUR MOM …I DONT UNDERSTand i cant
if my mom asked for something like this i would just —-
I COULDN’T SAY NO BECAUSE SHES MY MOM BUT I WOULD WONDER WHY
I AM SO DONE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND AWFUL AND I SHOULDN’T LOVE IT BUT I DO AND THE ART IS JUST PERFECT.
