For the past few months I have been getting a lot questions about our videos. Here are few questions I will answer them for you guys and girls. If you into Sounding and Catheter play or just like to see virgin guys getting fucked in the peehole for the very first time. Here is the place to be / for you…
Q1. are those sounding and catheter video for real?
A. Indeed. as real as it can be. What you see is what you get with very limited editing. I try to have multiple camera angles for your enjoyment. You will see up and close how to fuck a virgin guy’s peehole hard, and facial expression on those guys are 100% real as well. And YES the catheter with urine is real as well. I think that is the most erotic part about this play
Q2. where you get the guys to do this type of videos?
A. Good question. Well I normally found them up state; a lot guys are farmers, military guys, and few young fathers need the money and willing to do something to get $$$… and YES it cost A LOT money to produce those videos in comparison to straight guys jerking or milking videos (boring to me). It is extremely hard to find good looking guys to do this type of play… if you know any please let me know, as I always looking for new guys.
Q3. What kinda camera do you use
A. All camera are 4K. so you will able to watch extremely clear images. If you want the RAW footage (without editing) please let me know I can get you those. However each full shoot take about 1TB or more space
If you want to ask me more questions please let me know.
YES I will upload a lot more new videos. I have about 300 of them. however take extremely long time to edit them. So standby and thank you for waiting.
Also I KNOW it sounds cheesy. THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING US. I know a lot of you guys and girls have been buying my videos. THANK YOU FOR THAT.. I WILL BRING a lot more super HOT guys online soon.
Hey guys, Thank you for the attention to my tumblr, the likes and the reblogs.
A few months ago I decided I wanted to be better at this and that I wanted to keep you hot and bothered at least 4 times a day, 7 days a week. I have to admit that it’s difficult to keep up, there is not much sounding content going around.
I mean, the guys that post content are not many - I thank each one of them from the bottom of my urethra heart - and so aren’t the ones that submit anonymously or not.
Now my question is, why? Is it out of shyess? If so wonder if it would be different if I started posting my own sounding pics.
I have to be honest and say that I do not post my own pics because I am terribly afraid of being recognized. At the same time if I think of it with a cold mind I realize that one would need to know my dick very very very well to point out that it is actually mine.
Next subject is: I would truly truly love if we had a way to get in touch with eachother as a community, I feel that Tumblr might not be the best platform for this, but I feel that this is still a way to start - if you decide to share your thoughts.
Also, since I mentioned the word community, I want you to remember that in all communities each individual is allowed to have his own preferences and has the rightto be not interested.
I also know - because I am in some of them - that on Skype there are groups of Sounders that like Webcam Play like I do. At some point I will bring this up in those groups as well, but if you know me from there feel free to get in touch!
I feel like I have said it all. That’s it, I just want to have more opportunities to sound and I want all us guys to feel that we are doing something fun, not weird. I feel that the best way to do it is getting together.
I mean, can y’all imagine if we had something like Soundr (like a Grindr for Sounding)?
GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS! ENGAGE!
UPDATE - I don’t need the likes, I need to hear from you, comment below! Share, Repost and Report all the feedback you get! MAKE NOISE!
I discovered the activity I now know as “sounding” in the art cupboard at school when I was fifteen. If I had the reputation of being a little faggot, Keeler had the reputation of being the dirtiest fucker known to man. He wasn’t gay, per se. I’m not in touch with him now but I’d take a guess he’s at least bisexual, though hypersexual might be more accurate. Or omnisexual. Anything was game, except other boys of course – at least not openly. There were rumours about farm animals, about his own dog, and he boasted about fucking certain large fruit, holes in trees, in the golf course. He’d have put his cock in a wasps’ nest. He probably has done.
One day after school I caught him in the art cupboard with a paintbrush sticking out of his cock. He was wanking away, pumping methodically, lubed up with some other art supply. He gave me a wink. I just stood and watched. The brush handle rose and fell with each pump, which made sense, but then continued to do so when took his hand off his cock as he approached orgasm. This was some kind of magic, I thought. It was only later that I grasped the physiology of urethral muscles, after I’d shot a paintbrush out of my own cock, as I watched Keeler do, followed by a gush of watery cum.
This wasn’t the first time I’d caught Keeler wanking in the art cupboard; it had already become something of a routine, and usually I didn’t just stand and watch. I’d wondered why he’d taken the position of art room monitor then realised he got to stay after school and had access to whatever he wanted from the cupboard. But why would he want anything from the art cupboard? Well, it was a cornucopia of joy for the imaginative masturbator. Thick gloopy paint, clay, putty, the delicious aroma of turpentine and glue…
Once I’d happened upon his routine, and he was happy for me to join him, I’d usually wank alongside him or sometimes suck him off. Almost always he came in my face, which was my fetish rather than his, but he really got into it. He said his cum looked good on my face, which I took as a compliment.
The first time I got a paintbrush down my cock was also the first time I got him to touch my cock.
“I can’t get it to go in,” I protested.
He told me to wait until I had enough precum. But even then I pretended it just wouldn’t go.
“You’re going to have to help me.”
He told me to hold my cock firmly as he gently pushed the handle down my slit. At the first sign of pressure I faux-winced and took my hands away. He told me not to be a baby, grasped my hand and put it back on my cock. As soon as he did, I grasped his hand and held it within my own, tight at the base of my cock. He knew my game, but I wasn’t going to miss this chance to have his hands on me.
I didn’t count on retaliation though; he forced the handle down harshly and I drew in breath. It was a shock, an entirely new sensation. I was amazed my urethra gave so much to the force and width. But it did.
I refused to release his hand from my cock, and thrust repeatedly in his grasp. His response was to push the brush down further, right down so it was entirely inside my cock. Judging by the surprise on his face I don’t think he’d ever managed that himself. I came pretty much right away, and shot the brush hard against his chest. He shielded himself from my cum, catching most of it in his hands, which he then wiped roughly over my face.
From then on we incorporated this paintbrushing (as we called it) into our masturbation routine, and, not to be beaten he got a brush right inside him our very next session. I held my thumb over his slit so it wouldn’t come out, then pumped him to orgasm, releasing the brush like a bottle rocket.
Our after-school ritual could have lasted until the end of Year 11, had we not been caught by Mr Miller, the art teacher. He was a student teacher, early twenties and straight in every sense of the word. He talked about his church a lot. I think he thought he’d found the devil when he caught sight of us, pumping our cocks with paintbrushes sticking out of them.
We were barred from art monitor duty from then on. It didn’t matter; I’d learned the ropes and there were plenty of tools that could stand in for a paintbrush.
I took to sucking on my paintbrush handle in Mr Miller’s classes, and staring him out whenever he spoke to me.
On his last day as a student teacher, before he moved to a permanent job at another school, he took me aside and told me I was going to hell. He told me I needed to mend my ways or my soul would forever be in peril.
I told him I fantasised about him when I masturbated (this wasn’t a lie – he was beautiful). I told him I’d love to stick a paintbrush down his cock.
He slapped my face.
I put my hand down my trousers and told him to do it again, harder.
I’d love him to know what I’ve been up to since then.
Kix looked up from Jesse’s cock. “What do you mean?”
Jesse swallowed. “I mean… you know what you’re doing, right? You’ve done this before?”
Kix broke into a slow smile. “Your cock is safe with me,” he said, patting it gently. Jesse wasn’t fully hard yet, but he lengthened a little from the attention. “Besides, I know you’re getting off just thinking about it.”
Square Filled: Sounding Ship: Cockles Rating: Explicit Tags: sounding with a ribbed sound, unprotected anal sex, Cockles Summary: Jensen is desperate for something that Misha is happy to give him. Word Count: ~1460 Written/Created for @spnkinkbingo
Misha slipped the key into the door, looking around once before letting himself inside. It wasn’t common knowledge that he had a key to Jensen’s apartment in Vancouver, and he wanted to be sure that fans didn’t see him going in alone.
He locked the door behind him, slipping his shoes and jacket off and putting them by the front door before he grabbed the small pouch and headed inside, eyes and ears searching for any sign of Jensen. The kitchen and living room lights were off, so he headed back toward the bedrooms.
“Mish?” he heard weakly, following the voice to Jensen’s bedroom. When he got to the doorway, Misha froze in shock and arousal.
