I got some awesome ones but I can't figure it out. Thanks

Do you ever not know if you have orgasmed and ejaculated?       Or at least until after you have?     How did you find out if it involved you fucking someone?

Does anyone know the name of the two boys at the end making love?    I wanted to see them orgasm.

 

Sorry I've not been on hear for a bit but I haven't been feeling to good with my depression and anxiety and eczema it started to clear up a bit but it's come back I've got to see a dermatologist next month hopefully they can do something hope you are all keeping well and staying safe and everything is going OK for you all

I wonder what the story and or deal is with, "Playgirl", and in recent history too?    As in the last couple of decades in terms of doing film and video if not a few decades?    I mean I guess they have had home videos since the early 1980's?    Like, "Playboy"?    I am not sure when, "Playboy started doing real sex videos and hardcore ones at that?    I wonder what the time line was for, "Playgirl", was as well in terms of how that all   unfolded?    This looked and looks like modern day top notch material in terms of production and the guy is quality material.     I also have always understood that, "Playgirl", was marketed towards a specific market being the female sex.    I wonder if and how it might have changed any over time and what the time line for that might have been as well.   I also understood it was never that big of a seller...I wonder what the facts are there, too?     I wonder what all more they have, show, and provide?      (Pretty sure from their website, huh?)

 

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This video is great but I sure wish that it did or does not end where and or when it does!    Does anyone know the name of it and or the performers and or maybe where it can be found in its entirety?

 

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Late afternoon in winter. Light fading, clear but cold. Quiet here in the country. The silence is broken by the sound of an old clunker as it labours up my driveway. I’m guessing it’s Amazon. Sure enough, from my window I see a tall, lithe form get out of the car, find a package and head to my door. He’s very black, and not well dressed for this climate. I’m guessing a new immigrant, starting a new life. I meet him at the door, take the parcel, thank him for coming all this way on such a cold day. He has a radiant smile and an easy lope as her strides back to the car.

 

I was way too old for him, and nowhere near as handsome but I was happily fantasizing about sex with him as I resumed my seat at my desk. I cannot see him in his car, but it’s not moving. After a minute, he gets out, lifts the hood, looks inside, takes out his phone. He talks for a while on the phone, seems agitated. He signs off, puts the phone away, walks back to my door. I let him in; he’s quite upset, and obviously very cold. His friend can’t come help with the car until tomorrow. There are no other practical transport options this far out in the country. He looks desperate, all wound up. I tell him that I have a spare room and he can stay over. The relief on his face is plain and I can see his body relax. “Man, I don’t know how to repay you:” “Don’t worry about that”. But he’s still shivering: “Come take a shower and get warm”. I take him by his very cold hand and we go upstairs. I turn on the water, leave him by the shower door, tell him I’ll get a towel. I return to see him naked – and what a sight. His body was every bit as hot as I’d thought - a swimmers body and a tight ass - but I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock: long, nicely thick, well-shaped, cut. And his ball sack was large too, hanging nicely between his slender thighs. I realized I was staring, blushed, and looked away. But I could see his smile as he stepped into the shower.

 

I went downstairs to work on some dinner. He came back down after a while, fully dressed except he wasn’t wearing his t-shirt and his regular shirt was mostly unbuttoned. He said thank you again and asked how he could help. I bent over to pull a pot out of the cupboard, strained my shoulder muscle and groaned a little. He said: “Hey man, I can give your shoulders a massage.” The thought of his hands on my body have me an erection right away, but before it was visible I turned away and said: “Sure, that’d be nice”. He moved behind me; I could feel his presence and the heat of his body. I was still peeling potatoes, but slower and slower as his hands kneaded my shoulders. He was good at it, but I was getting more and more horny just from his touch and his nearness. I relaxed under his hands, and my body leaned back into his. I realized I could feel his erection through his jeans in the small of my back. We swayed together almost as a dance. I was trying not to moan but I’m not sure if I was successful. After a long gentle time, with little doubt about what we both had in mind, he leaned down, placing his lips right next to my ear and whispered: “I know what you want; why don’t you come and get it?”

 

I turned around to face him, looking up at his smiling face. He bent down and gave me a soft and gentle kiss on the lips. My body melted into his. Then his tongue pushed open my lips, thrusting in my mouth, then licking my teeth, then pushing a load of his spit into my mouth, eagerly savoured and swallowed; he ate lots of garlic and other pungent spices. He broke the kiss off, taking my face in his hands. Slowly, deliberately, he licked my face all over, my ears, forehead, eyelids, cheeks, chin, even my nose was wet with his saliva. I could barely stand up by then, I was so overwhelmed. But that I was OK, because I was on my way down. He guided me to his chest, and his nipples proud and erect. I massaged each of them with my tongue. Once again, my head in his hands, he moved me to his armpits. Even freshly showered, I could taste his scent, his musk, and I rubbed it on my wet face. Down I went again, this time on my knees, looking at this huge proud bulge in his sweatpants. I cupped it gently between my lips, mouthing his length. I could feel his breathing become deeper, and a sense of his impatience. Abruptly, he dropped his pants, stepped out of them, and stood before me, his magnificent body, legs spread, cock proudly jutting in my face. I don’t know what size, just that it was huge and that I wanted it in my mouth and in my ass.

 

I said: “Come with me; I want to do this right”, and took him into the lounge, seating him in a deep and soft chair. I knelt down again, spread his legs, and got down to a labour of lust. It had been a long time since I had had sex, but there are somethings you don’t forget. In my time, I was known for great blowjobs. And the secret is patience, and gentleness, and teasing. Sure you can get a quick ejaculation with pumping and humping, but if you really want to give and receive and amazing orgasm, you need to build to it. So I started with soft little kisses, not all at once, just one every few seconds. I began with his ball sac, which looked like it could produce a quart of sperm. It had some nice hair on it too. After some kisses, then my tongue just flicked a little. I could feel I was making an impact; he was breathing more heavily, there were a couple of yearning moans, and his crotch was producing the most tantalizing perfume. I moved up to the base of his cock, just kissing and mouthing at first, moving maybe half way up his length, leaving the head alone. And then a little tongue, first just flicking, then a little licking. His cock pulsed under my tender touch. By now I could taste the sweat forming around his groin. And now his hips were moving, his hands were trying to moving me up to his head. When I started licking his length – again, short of the head – he gave a small cry and murmured “please, please”. I moved up his body and kissed his lips, tongued his mouth and his face, and said: “I think I know what you want”, and moved back down for the culmination of my efforts. I had to exert a lot of self-control up to this point. Several times I was almost overcome be the desire just to cram his cock as far down my throat as it would go. He was panting, but so was I. But before I took him into my mouth I heaved his hips up. He didn’t resist, he helped, as I was in complete control. I just wanted a little taste of his ass before I drank my fill. I didn’t have the patience for a proper ass job, my needs were too urgent, but I introduced myself with my tongue at first, circling his hair opening – I could feel it pulsing – and then locking my lips around his opening, and pushing my tongue into his hole. He cried out, which was exactly what I wanted. I eased him down, and resumed licking his shaft, this time going right up to the head. I could taste pre cum as I circled that lovely head and flicked his slit. I would have liked to spend a little more time mouthing and kissing, but he was too far gone. Every breath was a moan, his hips were heaving and his cock pulsing. Still, I did a little teasing as took him in, little by little, no suction at first, then only gently. Then it was time, and I took as much cock as I could into my mouth. I hadn’t done a deep throat in years, but I was so far gone in cock worship that I think I would have happily choked to death. And now it was time. We were moving together. His hips heaving, his hands holding my head, my mouth and my throat talking as much as I could. It was all a blur at that point, but I swear I felt his pubic hair on my face swallowing his whole. For a man who came across so masterful and cool, his orgasm scream was beautiful and vulnerable. I was ready for a big load of cum, but be was producing a never ending river. I almost choked a couple of times, a lot gushed down his cock and onto my face. Finally it was done. His body went limp.

 

As I kissed his cock goodbye, I looked up at him. He was practically passed out, still breathing heavily, drool coming out of his mouth, snot from his nose, tears from his eyes. I brought my sperm soaked face up to his, and kissed him again. His mouth gave little response, he was so far gone. But I licked his face clean, and snuggled on top of him. I said: “Let’s go lie down”, and led him by the hand upstairs to my bed. He was exhausted and depleted, but so was I. We both passed out, with him spooning me.

 

I awoke to a hard cock sliding up and down my crack. It looked like I was going to get lucky again. No words were required. I passed him a tube of lube, and could hear slurping sounds as he prepared himself. I took it from him and put some into my hole. Although I really, really wanted to have this man inside me, I was a little scared. First it had been a long time since I had bottomed and secondly, I don’t think I had every taken a cock that large. But if I was a master cocksucker, he was a master fucker. He started just with the head at my opening, a tiny bit of pressure but no pain. He was waiting for me in a way. And the feel of the head against my hole was enough to make me a little crazy. My lust overcame my fear, and I pushed a little back to him. I took enough until I whimpered. He backed off. But then came again to the same place. It didn’t hurt so much. Each time he went just a little farther. All the while my lust and my need was rising – he knew that – and at some point I didn’t care about the pain, I just needed by cherry popped. I cried out when the head passed through my opening. He just held his cock there, while I tried to control my breathing. Instead of pushing in, then he pulled out. Yes there was relief, but there was also an urgent need to have him in me again. The next time he pushed through. I groaned but I also felt that I could do this, must do this. He pushed gently into me. It felt like my whole body was being opened up. I was moaning and whimpering but the pleasure was so intense I could barely stand it. And then yet again the pain. This time deep inside me. I cried out once more. He backed off a little. I was upset because I knew that he was nowhere near fully inside me. I wanted him all. But he was the master. He began to withdraw again, very slowly. There was some relief, but I was overwhelmed with an enormous sense of emptiness. He pulled his cock right out of me, and I cried out from loss and a feared defeat. But he entered me for a second time, and this time the pleasure far exceeded the pain, and this time my guts were celebrating his return. He hit the barrier once more, and it still hurt. But he began to thrust from there, some way back, pausing, up to the barrier. Although I wanted more this was amazing. I had this enormous cock inside me. Then there suddenly was magic. Something happened inside me and the barrier opened. He was gentle as he pushed farther and farther into me. It didn’t hurt, but it had me gasping for breath, whimpering and gurgling. Finally victory! I felt his groin against my buttocks. I had all of him in me. Now it was his turn to tease me. He did some gentle thrusts from deep in me, but then pulled back, most of the way. That drove me crazy. I needed that cock inside me. Although the sense of loss was almost scary, the wonder of that huge piston moving inside me brought my joy. I was lost. He did this for a while, and then he pulled right out once more. I wailed like a baby. He said: “I think I know what you want”. I knew the words he wanted. “Please fuck me!” He pushed me onto my stomach, spread my legs and entered me once again. It was different and hurt a bit, but I had the wonderful feeling of being owned by a cock. At first his thrusts were tender, almost loving. My need overcame me and I started to push back; I wanted him harder. He obliged. He put his full weight on me, and basically started fucking me. No subtlety, no need for it. He was just taking me for his pleasure. And mine. I was lost in a sea of ecstasy. The fuck went on for a long, long time. His sweat was pouring off his body; I was soaked with it. I don’t really remember having an orgasm or how many I had. I was just gone. I realized he was talking to me at one point. “You’re a good fuck, little man. You make a good bitch”. But things changed as I moved toward climax. He lifted himself so that his lunges became harder and deeper. He began to grunt and snort. And then that wonderful scream of his again as he came. Wild, uncontrolled plunged deep in me. I knew that I was receiving his seed again. And then a collapse on top of me. He was done. And so was I. As we drifted off to rest, I could feel his cum leaking from me. I tasted it, wanting more.

 

We did get to dinner late at night, had a sweet, tender cuddle after, and a deep sleep. His friend showed up later the next morning. His friend was actually his boyfriend, his lover. He introduced him; “This is Ishmael. I think he could learn a few tricks from you. Can we come back?” I blurted out: “Yes, but I don’t even know your name!” “I’ll tell you the next time; I don’t give my name on the first fuck” There’s more to this story.

He was a handsome man, tall, muscled, masculine, heavy stubble – and pretty drunk, slightly swaying. I had had a long evening negotiating, and was looking forwards to some gentle time alone. Having some soft fantasies, I was enjoying his form while we waited for the elevator in the hotel lobby, convinced he was paying no attention to me. Others joined us, small crowd, so when the doors opened the car was pretty full. I was standing right in front of my handsome drunk at the back, but facing forward. We weren’t that crowded, so when I felt his body against mine, I knew it was more than people pressed together. I was pretty surprised – I mean the move itself was surprising, but he could have had any man and I was just this older guy, neither well-muscled nor particularly handsome. I tensed reflexively at first, leaned a little away. But then I thought about it and my lust engaged. So I leaned back, maybe a little more. The next time I felt his body, we stayed touching: not moving except perhaps to press a little more against each other. People were leaving the elevator, getting off, but I stayed where I was. People don’t notice you in elevators unless you do something pretty weird. Even so, when he moved his hips against me, I was sure others would notice the movement, and perhaps also my blushing red face and slightly heavier breathing. I must have leaned back a little, accepting his move. More people got off, and our closeness probably became obvious to the four or so left. But there was no comment. By that time the most plausible explanation was that we were unlikely lovers, perhaps I was a daddy. My newfound son was getting a little more frisky behind me, putting his hands on my hips and bending his face down to mine. When the last couple got off, the man looked disgusted but his date have an impish smile and said “Good night!”. We’d gone way past my floor, so I pushed the down button, and away we went. With no one in the car but us, his thrusts became demanding, his tongue found my ear, first reaming it with his tongue and then whispering: “I’m going to fuck you and seed you’. My short term goal was to get him into my room before he started to fuck me in the elevator. He was turning me on so much I might have let him do me right there, but my floor arrived, the doors opened. He followed me out, and then I realized how very, very drunk he was. He might have collapsed if I hadn’t steadied him. Through my door, and he staggered to the bed, falling face down. I thought at first he had passed out – what a drag that would have been – but then he started humping the bed, and I realized the tryst was still on. We all know undressing a drunk is not always easy, and it was made more difficult as he was fumbling at my clothes, and kissing, licking and sucking any piece of my flesh he found. What a gorgeous body he had! Normally I’m not into muscled guys, but this man was poster perfect – a real Apollo. Well-defined muscles all around and beautiful, beautiful abs. Hairy chest, very hairy pits, hairy stomach, thick hair around his treasures. The chief star was his cock – a monument, even slightly soft. And his ball sac hung low, promising much seed for me. Clearly he wanted to start pounding away right then; on his back he was thrusting his hips, pulling me to him, a low grunting in anticipation of forceful, almost forced, entry. To avoid that abuse, I quickly dropped and moved my mouth to his cock, giving it a swirling lick along its length. The grunting became moaning, his cock snapped to full and impressive attention. “Let me make it good for you”, I said softly, then licked his sack, mouthing each testicle. He sighed and relaxed. I moved back to his cock, licking my way up to his tip, kissing my way down. I could feel the heat coming from his body, I could smell his sweat. I was getting very horny; I wanted his member, all of it, in me; I wanted his seed. I started to work his tip, touching his opening with my tongue. His moans were higher pitched, his hips once again moving. I stopped him: “Easy now, you can go higher”. And to prove it, I slowly took his gorgeous cock - long, yes, but substantial in girth, well ribbed and hot to the touch – into my mouth in a series of lengthening strokes. All of my discipline was required not to choke as I took him all, his thick pubic hair in my nose. Just once, and that left him moaning and whispering, “Please, please”. My wicked smile told him that better pleasures awaited. I moved up his body, straddling his stomach, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. Our first kiss. He was very gentle with his lips, and our tongues shared equally. Down below, my hole found the tip of his cock. It was my turn to cry out as I pushed down and his penis pressed inside me, opening me. My lust overcame the pain quite quickly after he eased through my opening. My partner’s eyes were bugging out, his face suffused in lust and joy. My own eyes went buggy too, as his instrument seemed never ending. I had to stop at one point, and move back. His moan was one of desperation from the loss. I gave him a smile and slowly lowered down on him again, this time the barrier relaxed and all of it inside me, his hair against my ass cheeks. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but I did need some fucking. I did the work at first, easing up and down, relaxing more and more as his cock filled my eager ass. When I said “Now you need to fuck me”, we rolled over and his body weight was heavy against me. He was still very very drunk. But his thrusts were good, not just pounding, some exploration and variety. He knew how to fuck. But the wave of orgasm began to build in him, so I pulled his face down to mine and we kissed. Our faces became wet with each other’s spit as our bodies moved together, both of us moaning. His orgasm was almost a convulsion, spasms as his hips heaved, cock pounding into me. I felt him in my stomach, in my chest. I was taken! He was gasping, covered in sweat, almost crying. And then, his breathing slowed, his body became heavier against mine, and he pretty much passed out. On top of me, all the weight of this well-muscled big man. Getting out from under wasn’t easy. And it was uncomfortable to lose his cock that way. But after a few minutes, I felt better. I looked over at him, face down, that lean body and muscled ass, with all that hair, the smell of his sweat and his cum leaking from my still pulsing hole. He was talking and giggling, but he was pretty out of it. I wanted to fuck him, and I doubt if in more sober circumstances I would have had a chance. But now was an opportunity I couldn’t resist. If he didn’t like it he could stop me. I moved over to his body. I kissed my way down his back, hearing sighs as I went, then a slight whimper has I lightly bit his buttocks. Then a gasp as my lips and my tongue found his hole. I licked and thrust and sucked till I could feel his opening pulsing. Then I knew he was ready. He would never admit it, but I could tell that he wanted me, or at least someone’s cock, inside his at that moment. Because as I positioned myself above his ass, and pressed my penis against his hole, his hole rose to take me inside. As I slid further into him, there was no resistance, he was open to me. Yet he was whimpering: “Oh, oh!” or it might have been “Oh, no”. It certainly wasn’t “No, no” as his hand reached back to guide my hips onto him, into him. I began a slow and gentle thrusting, and his hips followed me in rhythm. Yet he continued to whimper, then to cry, wailing like a lost child. I was confused about his mental state, but his physical state was clear. He was moving to an orgasm, and he was taking me with him. His opening began to contract and release around my cock, I was ecstatic, he was milking me. My cock was pumping my seed into him; now he was mine! Our spasms and heaves were almost synchronous for a while, rhythms changing as we faded. Once again, he passed out. But I wasn’t far away. I got off him, but reversed my direction, harvesting my cum from his ass before I slept. I also took the opportunity to put my teeth into one of his ass cheeks, really hard. He groaned, and turned away, presenting his penis to my face. I dozed for a while, with his soft member still large pressed against my face and my lips. It was like a dream. I woke to find myself kissing his cock, now once again hard and huge. I wanted him in my mouth. It in that position, good face fucking was possible, and that’s what we had. His thrusts were tender but insistent; my throat opened to take all of him in me and I wasn’t choking. Most of his load, very impressive for a second cum while drunk, shot right down my throat, but I was able to get a mouthful of his cum. It would have been better if it was less ‘stale boozy’ in taste, but I still enjoyed it. At last we slept deeply and for a while. It was bright when we woke, heads nestled in each other’s crotches. But while I came to dreamy satiation, he jerked awake, surprised by his surroundings. Heaving upright. Then stillness. He looked at me, I grinned sleepily back. Then ... “Oh, noooo” as he left the bed to find his clothes, realizing that we were in my room, that this had all been his idea. His eyes averted, he rapidly dressed. He said nothing as he left. I had another little sleep, still smelling our sex on the sheets, then rose and dressed. I was sort of offended by the coldness of his departure; we had had pretty good sex. But the reality was he had just seduced and had had sex with someone 30 years his senior. That realization would have been embarrassing, perhaps disgusting. But I hadn’t known that humiliation was feared until I floated into the lobby on the way to breakfast (I wanted big fat spicy sausages!), and saw him leaving with other members of his rugby team, surrounded by paparazzi. I had had sex with a star athlete – who I didn’t know. The tabloids told me his name was Colin, a celebrated wing man. Happily married he was, heart throb of lots of girls, and once upon a time my lover.