This twink dude loves to slurp up dick! And that’s an understatement for sure! I’ve been hanging out in the southwest to see what all the fuss is about.
I keep hearing about these Latin twink with tight bubble butts and deep throats. Well I found one on Twitter who likes to bounce on dick. I followed for a while busting several nuts to his little hole swallowing shafts.
I had to get in his hole but I wanted to take his throat for a ride first. I hit him up and he definitely didn’t disappoint 😈.
He is pretty new to OF and doesn’t have any content. Who thinks his first video should be riding my huge dick till I frost his hole in nut? 😈
He was the epitome of a country boy rugged, sun soaked, and unbothered by the heat of the day. Working out in the fields under the relentless summer sun, sweat was just a part of his life, and it clung to him like a second skin. That raw, natural scent, mixed with the musk of hard work, was something I grew to crave. And he knew it.
When he came over, there was an unspoken understanding between us. I would be waiting, ready, while he would walk through the door with that confident, unhurried stride. The sunburn from the day’s work would still be visible on his neck, the lingering warmth radiating from his body, but his eyes would find me immediately—already on my knees. He loved it that way. No need for words, no need for explanation.
He was dominant in every sense. His masculinity filled the room before he even said a word, but he didn’t need to talk. He enjoyed watching me fall in line with his every movement, with every step closer. I could already feel the tension building before he’d reach me. It was in the way he held his gaze—direct, expectant—and the way he carried himself, as if he knew exactly what I was waiting for.
He had a particular appreciation for the parts of him that most would overlook. His armpits, always sticky from a full day in the heat, became a shrine for me. I was there to worship every ounce of his labor, every drop of sweat that rolled off his skin. It wasn’t just about desire; it was about respect. Respect for the work he did, for the heat he endured, and for the pure physicality of his body. When I buried my face in his chest, in those armpits that held the scent of his toil, I could feel him smirk. He loved that control, that sense of power he had over me over us.
He’d laugh sometimes, a low chuckle, whenever I hesitated to dive in completely. “You know what you’re here for,” he’d say, his voice a country rumble, half daring me and half commanding. There was no judgment, no shame. In fact, he loved the way I admired him, and he relished in every second of it.
RacePlay was always part of it. He talked about it openly, never holding back, never sugarcoating it. It was part of his dominance, part of the way he controlled every aspect of what happened between us. He liked to remind me of the difference the power imbalance that was so clear to him. For him, it wasn’t just about the physical, it was about establishing a dynamic that went far deeper. And the more we gave into it, the stronger that dynamic became.
It was more than just the heat of the day or the sweat on his skin. It was about surrendering to him fully his masculinity, his rawness, his dominance, and the way he loved to see me bend to his will, again and again.
Ever wonder how those wooden planks get so factory smooth? Well, it's not magic it's me and my trusty planer, putting in the work! Right now, I'm using this bad boy to get the boards just right for the new gate door. Then I'm using the planer to get these boards perfectly smooth for the garden beds in the greenhouse. Gotta make sure those veggies have a five-star hotel, right?
It's a bit of a messy job sawdust is flying everywhere, and I've probably got wood chips in places they definitely don't belong. But hey, a smooth gate door doesn't just happen on its own! It takes some serious planning... and planing.
He stood by the window, a silhouette against the cityscape, his form barely discernible as he moved with a kind of effortless grace. In this room, high above the bustling world, we carved out a space that was uniquely ours a sanctuary where the lines between light and shadow blurred, just as the lines between who commanded and who obeyed often did. This place, with its stark modernity and sweeping views, was one of his favorite settings. Here, he would speak in a tone both commanding and soothing, his words seeping into me like a slow-acting drug, clouding my sense of time and place.
The room felt timeless, caught between the city's pulse outside and the quieter, more insistent rhythm that he and I created within its walls. The sun's light poured in, diffusing around his body, casting him in a glow that could have been either morning's embrace or evening's farewell. It didn't matter. In those moments, I couldn't tell if the sun was rising or setting, if we were at the beginning or end of something profound. All that existed was the power he held over me and the rapture I felt in surrendering to it.
He was beautiful in a way that was hard to define, not just in the way he looked, but in the way he occupied space how he could turn even the act of standing by a window into something compelling. There was an elegance to his movements, a kind of understated dominance that didn't need to shout to make itself known. He had a voice that could command me to my knees with a whisper, and in this room, his voice resonated with a clarity that seemed to merge with the city’s distant hum.
RacePlay was his realm, and he navigated it with an intensity that left me breathless. It was a world where boundaries were tested, where our interactions danced on the edge of destruction and beauty. Here, in this room, it was never just about the words or the commands; it was about the energy that crackled between us, filling the space like an electrical storm. Every touch, every glance, every order given and obeyed was a brushstroke on the canvas of our complicated relationship. It was here that he would demand and I would yield, not out of weakness, but out of a mutual understanding that in giving up control, I was gaining something infinitely more profound.
This modern, almost sterile space became a stage for our intimate theater. The city outside remained indifferent, its sprawling architecture and moving cars nothing more than a backdrop to the raw, vibrant scene playing out within these walls. I remember the feel of the cold glass against my skin as he pressed me closer to the window, the world beyond becoming a blur as his voice, deep and deliberate, grounded me in the present. There was a beauty to it all, even in the tension and the moments that teetered on the edge of chaos. We were both creators and destroyers here, architects of a private universe that obeyed only our rules.
When he spoke, his words were like a spell, binding me to the moment. It was as if everything around us the city, the sky, the passing hours ceased to matter. All that existed was him and the power he wielded so effortlessly. In this room, with the city's muted roar behind us, he transformed the ordinary into something sacred and dangerous, a place where surrender was the highest form of freedom.
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He used to come over late at night, right after his third shift ended. The sound of the door closing quietly in the early hours was always my signal that he was here—tattoos and all. After a long shift, he'd unwind by smoking a bowl and playing video games, the glow of the screen lighting up the room while we hung out.
I’d set my alarm for 5 AM just to be awake when he arrived. There was something about him—his confidence, his looks—that made it impossible to stay asleep, no matter how tired I was. He had this rugged charm, with his tattoos and that cocky grin he’d flash whenever he caught me staring.
One morning, as the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, he noticed—like he always did—my morning wood. He’d always tease me about it, smirking while tossing out some offhand comment. But that morning, the teasing had a different edge to it. He was more direct. After all, we'd talked about plenty of things during our late-night hangouts, but I didn’t expect him to bring up his love for eating cake—especially chocolate cake.
He confessed it with a sly grin, letting the innuendo hang in the air before making his move. That morning, he wasn’t just there for the video games and the bowl. He was there for more, and before I could even process it, he decided to take care of things, putting that smirk to good use. It was a shift in the way we usually spent time together, but something about it felt right in that moment, as if all the teasing had been leading to this.
It was early barely after sunrise when I arrived at his place. The streets were quiet, with that soft glow of morning light just beginning to filter through the trees. We had been talking for weeks about me giving him a ride to the hangar, just another part of our routine. He was my flight instructor, and while our conversations had mostly been about aviation, there was always something more underneath. That tension you can’t quite name but you feel in the air—an undercurrent of attraction neither of us acknowledged directly. We’d flirt here and there, little comments slipped into our talks about flight patterns and throttle controls, but it always stayed just that harmless flirtation. Or so I thought.
When he texted me to meet him at his place before heading to the hangar, something about it felt different. I tried to shrug it off, telling myself it was nothing, but as I drove over, my mind kept replaying those small moments between us, the way he’d look at me sometimes. I didn’t want to overthink it, but there was something there something neither of us had addressed head-on.
When I knocked on the door, he answered, already dressed casually in a t-shirt and joggers. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, but there was a strange energy in the air, something I couldn’t quite place. As we stood in his kitchen, getting ready to head out, the conversation took a turn I wasn’t expecting.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he started, a bit of nervousness in his voice. I watched him, unsure of where this was going, but I didn’t interrupt. He fumbled with his words a bit before finally confessing, “I’ve never been with a guy before... but I’ve seen your videos.”
That admission hung in the air between us, and for a second, I wasn’t sure what to say. The dynamic between us shifted instantly. He wasn’t the confident instructor anymore at least not in that moment. There was vulnerability in his voice, but also a clear desire that hadn’t been there before. It was like all those weeks of unspoken tension finally found their release.
I could tell he was waiting for my reaction, and as I looked at him, I realized we both knew what was about to happen. There was no turning back now. Without saying a word, I closed the space between us. We didn’t make it to the hangar that morning. Instead, right there in the kitchen, he crossed that line we’d both been skirting around for so long.
He was hesitant at first, unsure of himself, but he was also bold. His hands were clumsy but eager as he pulled me closer, fumbling with my waistband as we made our way toward the counter. I could feel the nervous energy radiating off him, but it only fueled the moment. For someone who’d never been with a guy before, he was quick to catch on. His touch became more confident, more deliberate as he leaned in, closing the gap between us.
The kitchen was bathed in soft morning light, and everything felt electric charged with that mix of newness and discovery. The more he opened up, the more we both gave in to the moment, forgetting about everything else. I could see it in his eyes—the curiosity, the excitement, the raw desire that had been building up all this time.
What started out as an ordinary morning ride to the hangar had become something completely unexpected. And in that kitchen, between the quiet hum of the fridge and the faint sounds of the world waking up outside, we found ourselves in a moment neither of us had planned but both of us had wanted for so long.
Hey everyone! I’m excited to share an upcoming project I’ve been working on—building my very own greenhouse! Once it's finished, not only will I be growing vegetables for myself and Tyler, but I also want to give back to all of you, my amazing supporters. So, I’ll be offering a chance for all of my Discord subscribers who are also OF members to receive fresh veggies from my garden!
Before I dive into the details, I want to share a little personal background. Tyler and I have faced a lot of loss. We’ve lost all of our parents, mostly due to unhealthy food habits. For the last three years, we took care of Tyler's family before her passing. Now that we’ve gone through that tough time, we finally have the freedom to focus on our fans, our home, and getting things back to normal.
We’re both determined to break the cycle of unhealthy eating habits, and that’s one of the reasons I’m building this greenhouse. I want to show all of you how possible it is to grow your own food year-round on your own land. With proper insulation, you can grow fresh produce any time of the year!
The Greenhouse Project
Location & Design: The greenhouse is designed to maximize sunlight. The structure faces south to capture sunlight for most of the day. There’s a huge window at the front and windows all around the sides to allow in plenty of light. I’ll also add 1/2 inch plexiglass to the roof to capture sunlight from above and add insulation to keep the plants thriving, even in colder months.
Construction: The frame is built with strong wooden beams, and I’m planning to use 8x8 glass blocks for the windows, which will help trap heat and sunlight. The walls at the bottom will be insulated to keep the temperature stable, and I’ll install an in-wall air conditioning and heating unit to regulate the temperature year-round. I’ll also lay down a base of compacted crusher fines to create a stable and insulated floor. I’ve moved 4,700 lbs of crushed pink granite for the base 💪🏾🥰.
Raised Garden Beds: Inside the greenhouse, I’ll be building raised garden beds that are two feet high. This design will allow the plants’ roots to grow deep and healthy. I’ll also extend posts from each corner of the beds to create a frame for grow lights, ensuring the plants get enough light year-round, even on cloudy days.
Solar Power & Sustainability: I’m considering adding solar panels to help power the greenhouse, including the air conditioning and grow lights. This will make the setup more sustainable and eco-friendly.
Fresh Veggie Freebies Once the greenhouse is up and running and the crops start growing, I’ll be offering fresh veggies to my Discord subscribers who are also OF members! Here’s how it will work:
How to Enter: If you're a Discord member and an OF subscriber, submit your name for a chance to receive fresh veggies.
When a Crop is Ready: Whenever a crop is ready, I’ll randomly select a subscriber to receive fresh veggies, shipped directly from my garden.
Healthy & Fresh: I plan to grow a variety of vegetables, from tomatoes to leafy greens, and even larger crops like pumpkins. When the time comes, you’ll get a taste of homegrown veggies, sent with care.
Promoting Healthy Living I believe in sharing healthy, non-processed food, and this is my way of giving back. Many of our loved ones have suffered due to unhealthy diets. Our food system often fails us, but we can make better choices! I hope the fresh veggie offering will inspire more people to embrace healthy eating and homegrown food.
I’ll also set up a live camera in the greenhouse so subscribers can tune in anytime and watch the veggies grow close-up and in real-time.
Future Plans Growing up, my family struggled financially, and food pantries helped us a lot. They’re so important for struggling families, and everyone deserves fresh, healthy food. If this greenhouse project works well, I have even bigger plans. I want to build a larger greenhouse in the city, and all the produce from that will be 100% donated to the local food pantry. You don’t need millions of dollars or long legislative bills to feed people—sometimes, all it takes is time, effort, and care.
This project is my way of thanking all of you for your incredible support and sharing a little piece of what I’m growing. I can’t wait for the greenhouse to be finished and for the first crops to be picked. Stay tuned! ❤️
The sun was still hanging in the sky, casting a warm glow over the yard as we finished up some projects around the house. It was around 5 PM, the kind of light where the day feels like it could go on forever. He’d been coming over a lot lately, helping out with different things around the place. Tall, built like a guy who works with his hands for a living, he had this energy about him—never shy, always direct, always pushing the conversation to places I didn’t expect.
Today, as we worked, he got on one of his favorite topics: kinks. It was like clockwork with him. He’d start hammering nails or measuring something, and the next thing I knew, he was deep into one of his wild stories. He talked about a lot of different stuff, but what he kept coming back to, what he liked to talk about the most, was RacePlay. He was real open about it, like it was no big deal, the same way he’d talk about football or weekend plans.
At first, I wasn’t sure how to take it. I mean, who talks about that stuff so openly, right? But with him, there was no hesitation. He liked what he liked, and he made sure I knew it. “You ever think about it?” he asked casually, like we were still talking about work. “The whole power dynamic, the thrill of it all? It’s about trust,” he said, his voice lowering, almost conspiratorial, as if he was letting me in on a secret.
I didn’t say much at first, just let him keep talking while we wrapped up the day’s work. But something about the way he looked at me, how he kept bringing it up, had me thinking. And before I knew it, there I was, on my knees in front of him, the light still bright in the sky but the air between us thick with tension. He stood over me, tall and confident, and for a moment, all the joking, all the flirting, all the talk about his kinks didn’t seem so far-fetched anymore. It was real. He was serious, and I was right there, caught up in it.
I looked up at him, feeling the weight of it all the way he owned the moment, how he had led me right to this point without me even realizing it. And I wasn’t just waiting for him. I wanted it. There was no mistaking that now.
I kneel in the shadow of the truck, heart racing, eyes fixed on the man in front of me. He's just home from a long day on the site, his scent heavy with the grit of the day, but he carries it well shoulders broad, every movement deliberate, like he owns the ground he walks on. There’s something about the way he looks at me, expectant, confident, knowing I’ll be right here, waiting, ready to meet his needs without hesitation.
I live for this. For him. He’s got this strength, this way of making everything feel like it falls into place when he’s around. I respect that, crave that. And I know what he expects when he walks through that door—no words needed. I’m ready, always ready. That’s just how we work, how we move.
The night air is cool, but there’s a heat between us that’s undeniable, a fire that flickers and burns brighter every time we lock eyes. He doesn’t need to say it, but I see it in the way his hands flex, in the way he lets out a breath. He’s worked hard all day, and now it’s my turn to show him what it’s all for. This is where we connect, where all that noise outside fades away, leaving just us, just this moment.
He’s the kind of man who doesn’t need to ask, doesn’t need to wait. He knows I’m here for him, ready to give him everything, every time. That’s the deal. That’s the bond we’ve got. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So as many of you know I’ve been building this greenhouse. And I’m poor so I had to it mostly myself with the help of @tyler_hardyxxx !
Well this past week I had to transfer a huge pile of crusher fines into the greenhouse. And a lot of dirt to dig out! In fact I had transfer 5900 lbs of it. I’m almost done!
I have the ground compactor until 11 am today then I have to take it back. Once I do this I will edit the content I’ve been wanting to release for you guys! I have a new big dick white boy for you 😈
Yes I know!, my little African chicken legs are small as fuck lol. I can’t bulk up for nothin! But her it’s fun to be tossed around right?!
As we celebrate the spirit of hard work and dedication this Labor Day, I want to share a bit about what I’ve been up to. I’ve been putting in some serious work building a thermal greenhouse. It’s a project that not only helps me eat healthier but also allows me to know exactly what’s going into my food.
The physical labor has been tough but incredibly rewarding. It’s all about taking control of what I consume, ensuring my food is free from harmful chemicals, and staying in great shape while doing it. This Labor Day, I’m reminded that hard work isn’t just about a job—it’s about building something meaningful for yourself, for your health, and for your future.
And here’s a little something for you to look forward to: once the greenhouse is finished in about 5 weeks, I may just have some fresh goodies to share with my amazing fans. Stay tuned!
Wishing you all a productive and satisfying Labor Day!
I kneel in the shadow of the truck, heart racing, eyes fixed on the man in front of me. He's just home from a long day on the site, his scent heavy with the grit of the day, but he carries it well shoulders broad, every movement deliberate, like he owns the ground he walks on. There’s something about the way he looks at me, expectant, confident, knowing I’ll be right here, waiting, ready to meet his needs without hesitation.
I live for this. For him. He’s got this strength, this way of making everything feel like it falls into place when he’s around. I respect that, crave that. And I know what he expects when he walks through that door—no words needed. I’m ready, always ready. That’s just how we work, how we move.
The night air is cool, but there’s a heat between us that’s undeniable, a fire that flickers and burns brighter every time we lock eyes. He doesn’t need to say it, but I see it in the way his hands flex, in the way he lets out a breath. He’s worked hard all day, and now it’s my turn to show him what it’s all for. This is where we connect, where all that noise outside fades away, leaving just us, just this moment.
He’s the kind of man who doesn’t need to ask, doesn’t need to wait. He knows I’m here for him, ready to give him everything, every time. That’s the deal. That’s the bond we’ve got. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The air in the room is thick with secrecy, the kind of tension that comes from knowing this is something we both shouldn't be doing. But that just makes it hotter. The creak of the floor beneath us feels louder in the stillness, like it's warning us to be careful, to keep this moment hidden from the world outside.
He's got me in a position that's as compromising as it is thrilling. I feel his hands gripping me, firm and demanding, reminding me of who's in control here. I don't resist. l never do with him. There's something about the way he takes charge that makes me surrender without hesitation, despite how wrong this would look to anyone who'd find out.
It's not just that we're two men hooking up on the low. It's the fact that he's white, and I'm not, in a world that wouldn't just judge us for being gay but would go off the rails if they knew how we do this. He's the dom, the one who calls the shots, and I'm the one who follows, and that dynamic just adds another layer to this hidder & air.
Every move we make is a careful dance between danger and desire. We don't speak much, but the silence is loud, filled with all the things we're not saying. This is our secret, our escape, and as wrong as it might be, neither of us is ready to give it up. Not yet.
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The dim glow of the lighter flickered against his face, highlighting the tension in the air. His chiseled jaw tightened as he leaned into the flame, the tip of the cigarette catching the spark. In this moment, it was just us—no labels, no judgments.
He was that type, the kind who keeps it all locked up, burying his truth under layers of muscle and a tough exterior. The kind who’d never admit what he really wanted, not out loud. But here, in this silent exchange, I saw it all.
From the city, I’ve seen it all—facades that crumble under the weight of desire, and this was no different. It’s 2024, and yet, some things never change. People still hide, still fear. But tonight, in this tiny, dim-lit corner of the city, none of that mattered. It was just two souls, seeking something they couldn’t find in the daylight.
As the cigarette lit, I couldn’t help but think about the streets I grew up on, where everything is loud and in your face. But here, in this quiet, the unspoken connection was louder than any noise. It was raw, real, and for a fleeting moment, we both let our guards down, just enough to feel alive.
It’s nearly off season. Which means @tyler_hardyxxx will be at home a lot more. I love sitting under the table and giving him tree and stroking his dick while he games out in wow with coffee.
The longer I edge him the bigger the nut is. I wonder how much nut he would shoot if I edged him for an hour 😳 💦💦💦
Rogan found a white boy that was going to be his pussy for the night!!! Dude plays with Rogans big dick. then Rogan stuffs that mouth with a lot of meat!!! Now he is ready to really be stuffed with the package!!! Taking that big black pole in and out!!!
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