Senaste tiden har jag sprungit på några olika videos jag gillat (vilket är ganska ovanligt). Två av dem tänkte jag dela med er.
Vi börjar med en film om Manhattan (har inget med stormen att höra).
New York: Night and Day from Philip Stockton on Vimeo.
Och så nördroligt: William Shatner (Star Trek) hyllar George Lucas (Star Wars):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDIBchVxSmE&sns=em
good mood
His father kicks the shoes from his feet and slides his khaki pants off, while still holding, the resistant nut-sac of his virile son in his right hand. He is now as naked as his 17-year-old son. filmy porno “What did Coach have to say when he saw all those hard-young cocks in the locker room?” His dad asks.
“I managed to lift nearly two hundred today. I believe.” He explains. “But I strained a lot to do it. I was moaning. Groaning.” porno dla dzieci He dries himself but his throbbing cock continues to pulse as it grows harder because of his youth. The sensation intensifies. The feeling is wonderful. He can hear his cock throbbing in his ears.
“Damn it, son! Damn it! Damn it, you hit the mirror above the sink!” His father shouts as the bullets of cum shoot forth from his son’s cock and hits the adjacent mirror directly in front of the porcelain bathroom thrown. “I’m am nearly 6 foot 2 inches tall, dad. I weigh 210 lbs. I think, dad. At least I was the last time we were weighed at football practice.” The son says. “Much bigger than you, I should say.”
“I look forward to the day when you are a fully grown man, my son.” His father says. “I am anxious to see the fruit of my loins reach his fully-adorned manhood. Adulthood.” He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower.
“What…huh…what, dad?” He asks, puzzled by the question from his dad. As his cock is mere inches from his dad’s face. “You are grown. Yes. Physically. Yes, my son. But a full man. No! No!” His father, says, sharply. “You have much more to grow, to mature, before you are a man, before you can call yourself. A man.”
“What are ya now, by the way?” His father steps into the shower, turning on the water. As he soaks and lathers himself up under the lukewarm stream of water, he fondles his cock and balls. His cock soon mimics that of his son.
“That you are, son. You are busting at the seams with your youth and muscles. Rippled from those vigorous physical workouts and stroking sessions. I bet.” His dad says. “You are gonna hafta to take care of that or you are gonna be miserable. You know that son, doncha. You know, I am right.” “What happened at today’s practice today that was so different from any other day, son?” His dad asks.
“What are ya now, by the way?” “Yeah.” He answers his dad. “…and I was ‘going commando’ too.”
The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence.
He does not answer but tilts his head down in an almost subservient nature to his father.
He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them.
Garrett thinks to himself; he did not wear a jock home from practice. He was ‘going commando.” Is it his older brother’s jock? “Oh, well. “He mumbles to himself as he takes another whiff of the musky scented pouch of the jock.