Vintage Homoerotic Photographs From Issue 93 Of Kink And Leather Magazine Drummer By Photographer George

i wanna call a boy pretty and cute and adorable and handsome and beautiful and gorgeous and hot and sexy and watch him trying to hide his face going completely red while he kicks his feet

i need to be friends with more perverted freak trans men 😔

boot on your cunt while i stand over you and jerk off

(Minors dni)

Hey. You. Yeah, you. The fuck are you doing wearing that shit? I told you, no more feminine crap. Fucking hell man, you look like a girl. Not like the man I know you are inside. Anyways, c'mon. We gotta fix this mess.

I'm dyeing all your stuff black and while I'm painting new patches for your jacket, I'm forcing you to sit on the ground with your head between my spread legs so you can get a good look at what you'll have one day. Hold still you fucking dog, good boys know how to wait. If you're that desperate to get off, you can use my boot like a mutt. Don't you dare make me mess up the stitching on these patches though, this shit's a pain in the ass to get right.

When I'm done, you'll finally look like what you're supposed to. Buzzed head, black denim, and a jacket with patches screaming all the things that you were too scared to even whisper when you were entertaining that stupid idea about being a girl. Chains hanging from your belt, and steel-toed leather boots good enough for crushing the assholes who get in your way.

I'm taking you to a concert in some cramped grimy basement later. It'll be loud, but your voice cracking from the T I'm putting you on will be louder.

yearning for friendships with fellow freaky trans guys while having the social skills of a piece of lint is actually very hard. someone should pat me on the back and give me a juice box for it

Don’t a let a little thing like being a boy keep you from being a girl

he should pull me into a kiss by my shirt. he should pull needily on my tie as we make out. he should look me in my eyes and unbutton my shirt slowly. he should

T makes you so rageful, and so surprisingly strong... the other day you go into a playful fight with your Tboy friend, but like dogs you start to bite, and before you know it you're just wrestling and beating on each other.

It happens so fast, scrambling and pinning one another down.

With blood pouring down your faces, and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you press your lips together; teeth scraping against one another- biting throats and licking pooling blood from tender skin. You fight for who gets to fuck who on the floor of your basement.

not arguing with a pretty tboy who wants to stab me, whatever you say angel

reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.