btw i am a super sub to young legal age guys but still have limits just to let you guys know
Part 3 - Ariel and Marty r dating now and things in the village don't seem to update with things, The villagers hungry and wanting food to last them long, Ariel meets villagers and aids the whole village into food and more as she does Marty occupies her into the Journey of doing what she needs him to do.
Part 4- Ariel saves all the villagers and is known a Hero but does not accept it in a manner as she is not as sees it that way, Marty is trying to find her as he searches her room and smells her dresses to and awaits for her return as she has vanished into the wind to retrieve memories of who she was so we get to see how Ariel parents were before they abandon her and what they have done.
Part 5- Ariel finally appears back and is sad in tears of sadness and betrayal of her own flesh and blood, She finds out a hidden truth of the village and what they have done will she accept the truth or dwell on it and let her consume her? Marty helps her in a loving a toned way that makes her love him even more as he understands her whole life and what her parents done to her. Marty makes a change to the villagers and tells them that there awful for what they have done and more to come.
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Last night my Pap showed me this video. Kind of funny. He said you'd have to listened to Alice Cooper in the 70's. idk I thought I'd share it.
I've seen the same picture of a really cute boy on here several times. By the looks of it, it was taken by a professional and there is probably and entire set featuring this model. There is not label on it. Is anyone familiar with searching for images?
Can someone tell me the name of the bottom here? He is SOOO beautiful!
At first glance those might be mistaken for gnats! But they are not, lol. They are cute and sweet!
Jan 2023 - It was the first day of a ski trip and I had just gotten back to the motel. I was exhausted from an entire day of skiing. I knew that just across the road, there was a bigger hotel with a pool and hot tub. I had also just received and brand new pair of swim shorts for Christmas which I couldn't wait to try on. Seeing that my muscles were all sore from the skiing(and I had an excuse to go use my new swimwear), I decided to go soak.
I grabbed my towel, swim shorts, soap, and a change of clothes, threw them into a bag and went across to the hotel. I walked down the stairs to the entrance into the change rooms, just in time for a lady who happened to be exiting the pool. I slipped through the door behind her and made my way down the hallway to the change room. I had came during dinner time so the change room and pool weren't busy. I took off my shoes, socks, and black long sleeve. Then, engaged in a minute-long struggle to try and take off my skin-hugging, sweat-soaked athletic pants. Finally, I was able to take off my wet, Fruit of The Loom briefs.
I took my new swim shorts out of the bag and admired the design. The shorts had large, alternating stripes of light blue and dark blue, before turning white in the abdomen area, and had no liner(These ones:https://www.ebay.com/itm/226210370663?_skw=boys+swim+short+hang+ten&itmmeta=01J9QM1JPG17VRBAMBAX7RQ9N1&hash=item34ab305467:g:yUsAAOSwsWVmeZ-K&itmprp=enc%3AAQAJAAAA0HoV3kP08IDx%2BKZ9MfhVJKn1pfuQtRpLOU6tK7KxdFqgZq%2BZIewRjWpPy22cuB28sMba8tTxrDYR2Tn6ADiky8Gu3GDMtDgDRqiutCOwE%2F%2BHJPMG18tsk5CysdmqhHOqwkNxTfgINUMD6vhCsMHwe1hT4Eci9WMWMIS8ahVNkCt7XH6lw%2BKI0Q%2FdGSc%2BOIeRZJ5lqu25oRss6uYdVvw%2B%2FmRPg5WA66HlVNV%2FpYKe%2B1lMOg1MLDMs86vBnbTpqKb1GrzLnUb%2FUDCsMasYkirpPJw%3D%7Ctkp%3ABk9SR6yrhvTNZA). I put them on, tucking my cleanly shaved penis under my testicles, velcroing the fly and tying the waistband. Due to the lack of a liner, I could feel the seam ride high up my buttcrack, even putting a little pressure on my hole. I pulled the legs of my shorts up slightly, so that it would create a little pocket near my groin, remaining tight near the bottom of my testicles, but allowing my penis more room. I was now ready. After putting my bag into a locker, I walked by the bathroom mirror and looked at myself. The shorts fit perfectly. They were just tight enough to cling to a little bit of the skin, while still comfortable. The pocket highlighted my bulge. I turned around to look at my backside, the material wrapped perfectly around my cheeks, the seam dividing straight down the middle. Finally, I turned back around again, and couldn't help but flex my abs in the mirror(I had just started working out at the time and was very proud of my new gains). With confidence, I stepped out the door of the change room and headed to the pool.
When I got to the pool deck, I saw that there was not only a pool and outdoor hot tub, but a sauna and waterslide as well. Best of all, it was completely deserted. "My own private pool." I thought to myself.
Without skipping a beat, a jumped into the pool and swam a few lengths. This of course, made my already sore muscles even more tired. I decided to quit early, heading out the door to the hot tub. The icy breeze washed over my body and I found myself rushing to get into the hot tub. The warm water soothed my skin, the jacuzzi massaging my sore, aching muscles. Next thing you know, I had an erection. I didn't mind one bit, too engulfed in my own relaxation.
After a while, I went to go leave the hot tub and get some water. I stepped up and pushed myself out of the hot tub, standing up straight. Suddenly, I felt an uncomfortable pain in the base of my penis. I looked down to see that, because my shorts didn't have a liner, my penis had fallen down into the left leg of my short. Since I was erect, my water-logged shorts were keeping my erection pointing unnaturally down, towards the ground. This was not only causing discomfort, it had also caused an obscene shape down by my leg. The material of the shorts clung tightly to every vein, curve, and edge of my erect penis. It highlighted the head of my penis, creating a little point as my penis was trying to escape is confinement. I quickly undid my waistband and reached my hand into my shorts, pulling my penis back so that it was pointing up. I tied my waistband back up and headed to the water fountain. The pool area was still empty, "Thank god nobody saw that." I thought.
After, drinking water, I headed back to the hot tub. As I exited the pool area, a large family had entered behind me. People were finishing dinner and heading to the pool now. I sat back into the hot tub. In the next few minutes, the pool flooded with an influx of people. Laughing children, with their parents following behind them. Just then, A group of seven or eight adults came out the door and walked towards the hot tub. They entered the hot tub, talking about the run quality, work, life. For the next ten-ish minutes, I made some small talk with two guys sitting next to me. Before I knew it, the sky had turned dark. I realized this, I had still wanted to check out the waterslide and sauna before I left. I was starting to get a little hungry.
To this point, my erection still hadn't died down. However, I felt that it was pressed towards my body, hence being hidden from view. As I stood up to leave the hot tub, the group which was bustling with loud conversation, suddenly fell silent. I noticed the difference and looked back at them. I was getting weird looks from all of them, or so I thought, at least.
I thought that it was a bit strange, yet I didn't know why. Nevertheless, I continued to the pool area. The cold wind had a satisfying cooling effect on my hot-tubbed body(Ik you know what I'm talking about). I went through the door in to the building, and began to walk towards the blue, twisting waterslide. All over the pool deck, there were screaming children, running around, playing, splashing water. I laughed as I headed towards the spiral staircase leading up to the waterslide. As I walked, I looked over to the numerous parents spread out across chairs. Some were on their phones, some reading a book. Some were giving me that same weird, almost disgusted look. I didn't think too much about it. I headed up the stairs to the top of the waterslide. I front of me was a brown-haired boy who looked like he was about two years younger than me. I could tell that he was an athlete, maybe a gymnast. He had a lean body, defined chest, and was starting to get a six-pack. I looked down at his shorts, there was no bulge in sight, not even a little bump. I looked back up at his eyes, he was giving me the same look as before. I simply thought that he had noticed me looking at his crotch, and hence was giving me a weird look. Awkwardly, I smiled slightly at him. Luckily, he quickly turned back around and shot himself down the waterslide. When he turned around, I couldn't help but notice his butt. He had the cutest little bubble butt. His shorts clung to the curves of his behind. While his penis may not have been big enough to see, his butt most certainly was. I felt my penis throb in my shorts. I ignored it.
I went up and down the waterslide a few more times, before jumping in and out of the pool one last time. I headed towards the sauna. When I was walking, people were still giving my that same look. I was seriously getting concerned at this point. I entered the sauna, it was empty. I sat down in the corner of the wooden room and closed my eyes. My erection was still there, not even the distraction of a waterslide could bring it down. I started to fantasize about the earlier boy. "How old is he? Has he started puberty yet? Does he masturbate? Can he ejaculate?" I pondered.
I fantasized about him having his first orgasm. My penis began to throb once more. I thought of how his face would look, racked with pleasure, his messy brown hair. My already raging erection throbbed harder. I could feel it rhythmically pulsating against my swim shorts. I looked down at my crotch, "Oh shit."
It all made sense, the strange looks. To my absolute horror, the white portion of my swim shorts had gone see-through. My penis had been visible to everyone. You could see every single vein. Worst of all, the underside of my purple glans, and light red frenulum had been exposed to the world through the transparent layer that was my beloved Christmas present. The boy wasn't giving me that look because he thought that I was looking at his crotch, he was giving me that look because he was looking at my crotch. More accurately, My rock-hard erection was staring at him, like a snake with two oval-shaped, hungry, lustful, purple eyes. Embarrassment flooded my body, my faced turned bright red(little bit of an exaggeration). I tried to salvage the situation by closing my eyes, taking deep breaths, hoping that my penis would relax enough for me to be able to bend it back into position. I heard the opening of a door. I quickly opened my eyes and looked up. Another boy, maybe 17 and his assumed-to-be girlfriend, also same age, walked into the sauna. I stood up, and rapidly hurried out he door. As I was walking out, I felt the girl's searing eyes right on the tip of my penis. I almost ran into the change room, hoping that nobody was there.
I got lucky. When I arrived, I was the only one in the room. I felt so utterly naked. My most private parts had just been exposed, seen, and judged by numerous people. I shamefully lumbered over to the mirror. I looked at myself. It was even worse with the bathroom lighting. Since the swim short had no lining, the thin polyester wrapped around every part of my privates. My two testicles were defined as two separate lumps. Leading up from them, a tall tower sprouted, first covered by the dark blue material, then the colour of skin. I turned around, the white material on the backside meant that the top of my butt and top half of my crack could be seen as well. There was one saving grace, since I had just recently shaved, I was completely smooth. Not a single pubic hair could be seen through the shorts. The same mirror which had before granted me so much confidence, now enforced my despair and made me so ashamed of myself.
I walked towards the shower. I took off my shorts and threw them aside, on the bench. Besides, a boy only has three parts to hide, his penis, testicles, and buttcrack. If someone walked in to the room, the shorts would be useless. I grabbed my soap and towel. I turned on the shower and washed myself, praying the whole time that no one would enter. No one did. I finished washing quickly, cursing at my stubborn erection which still hadn't subsided. I put on my white adidas shirt, followed by my grey, rough cotton briefs. My erect penis didn't fit underneath the waistband. Already frustrated, I forced my erection down, so that it was bent towards the right side, and slipped it under the waistband. It was quite uncomfortable. "I can take the pain, he deserves it" I ordered myself.
I slipped on my dark casual pants, zipping up the fly and fastening the button waistband. Grabbing my bag, I headed out, back to the motel.
From this point onwards, I always remembered to wear a black underwear underneath the shorts.
Just had to say Hi to everyone around the world from the land down under.
Hope you've had a great weekend and enjoyed yourself (and others)
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ONE day the god Thor set out, in his car drawn by two he-goats, named Tanngnjóstr and Tanngrisnir and accompanied by Loki, on a journey. Each evening Thor cooks the goats, and their flesh provides sustenance for the god, and, after Thor resurrects them with his hammer,Mjöllnir, they are brought back to life the next day. Night coming on, they put up at a peasant’s cottage, when Thor killed his goats, and after flaying them put them in the kettle. When the meat was cooked, he sat down with Loki to supper, and invited the peasant and his family to partake of the meal. The peasant’s son was named Thjalfi, and his daughter Röska. Thor told them to throw all the bones into the goats’ skins, which were spread out near the fireplace; but young Thjalfi broke one of the shank-bones with his knife, to suck the marrow out. When Thor awoke at dawn and when he was dressed took Mjöllnir, and lifting it up, consecrated the goats’ skins, which he had no sooner done than the two goats returned to their natural goat form, but he noticed that one limped in one of its hind legs. Thor, perceiving this, said that the peasant or one of his family had handled the shank-bone of this goat too roughly, for he saw clearly that it was broken. One can imagine how frightened the peasant was, when he saw Thor furrow his brows, and grasp the handle of Mjölnir with such force that the joints of his fingers became white from the exertion. Fearing to be struck down by the very looks of the god, the peasant and his family asked for pardon, offering whatever they possessed as an atonement for the offense committed. Thor, seeing their fear, retreated from his wrath and became more forgiving, and finally relented and took the peasant’s children, Thjalfi and Röska, who became his bond-servants, and have followed him ever since.
