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LGBT Movies You Need To Watch

Hello you guys! Here’s a list of LGBT Themed Movies I’ve watched and I thought of sharing them with you. If you have any suggestions you can always drop a message on my dm’s. Here goes:

Appropriate Behavior (2015)

Beach Rats (2017)

Beats Per Minute (BPM) (2017)

Being 17 (2016)

Blue Is The Warmest Color (2013)

Boys (Jongens) (2014)

Boy Don’t Cry (1999)

Brokeback Mountain (2005)

Call Me By Your Name (2018)

Dallas Buyers Club (2013)

God’s Own Country (2017)

Holding The Man (2015)

Keep The Lights On (2012)

Love, Simon (2018)

Maurice (1987)

Moonlight (2016)

Mulholland Drive (2001)

My Own Private Idaho (1991)

Stranger By The Lake (2013)

Tangerine (2015)

The Danish Girl (2015)

The Duke of Burgundy (2015)

The Handmaiden (2016)

The Way He Looks (2014)

Tomboy (2011)

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Bathroom Break

One of the more somewhat embarrassing homoerotic cliché things I’ve done in Trinidad and Tobago, was recently at my latest visit to a popular mall in South of the Island of Trinidad. My closest and dearest friend was hosting a birthday party and in true Trini style I had postponed the purchase of her present to the very last moment. To my horror, the beautiful relic of her favourite movie wasn’t going to arrive at the skybox’s office before the party.

I quickly decided upon getting the next best thing, which would probably be bought at the said shopping centre. Recently renovated with a beautiful LED chandelier and an improvement in the offerings of stores and a Starbucks; I perused the few perfume stores and came across some beautiful selections at the Caribbean well-known speciality store. Not only did they have a luxurious smelling fragrance but a matching pendant that complimented the theme of the relic that I intended to get for my friend on her birthday. This is was perfect as, in my estimation, when it did arrive and I get to present it to her, it would appear that the gifts were in series and meant to lead up to that final elaborate gift.

After making my purchase, I found that the Venti, warm, caramel macchiato, that I had just finished sipping, felt that it needed to be drained from my body. Steps away from the elevator of the shopping precinct, were the every hygienic lavatory where I felt I could relieve myself of the TT$40-something drink. I left the merchandise at the store asking if they could keep it for me until I was ready to leave the mall, of which they agreed. The elevators near the washrooms were beautifully encased around a LED-lit, shooting water-fountain along its perimeter. Its sounds, though, made me want to answer nature’s call even more promptly. I rushed to the nearest urinal and proceeded to blast a single stream on the interesting tropical shaped mat adorned with palm trees lining the bowl. I hadn’t thought to pay attention to my surroundings, as because of my utter desire to relive myself (and only upon doing so) did I realise I had dropped my jeans and boxers to just beneath my knees and left my cock in hand and ass bare for viewing of any other users of the facilities. Luckily it was just one guy in the adjacent urinal and a store employee whose back was turned away from me, washing his hands and leaving just moments before my display.

I guess I have little to blame the guy at the adjacent urinal who didn’t seem too interested in anything other than what was happening on my end of the amenities. It was only then that also I noticed that there were no blinds separating the urinals from each other, in fact everything was in plain sight of the brightly lit area.

“Sorry about that,” I muttered, thinking in my haste I may have offended him with my somewhat public display of nudity.

The light-skinned East-Indian decent, twenty-something year old, 5’11” man, of average muscular build seemed to be working as a sales attendant at one of the establishments here, based on his polo shirt and jeans. He took his gaze from my groin to redirect it to my face. He didn’t say a word, just stared at my face with his caramel brown eyes, and smiled as I bent to pick up my jeans. His left hand, however, reached out towards my hanging cock and touched the slightly wet tip of my foreskin as I was bent slightly back.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he brought his thumb to his lips, as if he was sampling and studying the taste and consistency of my urine as if it had been offered from some PriceSmart/Costco sample display.

“What the fuck man!” I exclaimed. He rescinded his stare and immediately went into what seemed like his puppy-dog ‘I’m sorry’ face, quickly dropping his head down. He apologised and penitently asked that I forgot that he did that. In one obvious motion I pulled-up, zipped-up and went to wash my hands. He touched my elbow and pleaded that I not become “pissed”.

“Pissed?” I retorted, turning around to meet his gaze and now erect cock that was still out of his pants. We ended up both laughing at the bad unintentional pun, and I relaxed my guard a bit. Taking the light moment to again apologise, he slipped his 6-inch cock back into the depths of the fly of his jeans. I gently reprimanded him for his uninvited touch telling him he was a very handsome young man, and he could have gotten himself in a lot of trouble. Those words seemed to be a blur in his mind as if taken as an invitation to treat, he stepped forward and started kissing my lips, his left hand on my cheek.

He smelt heavenly, like he had just smothered his body with caramel sauce and vanilla extract. His soft pink lips tasted of apple and cinnamon. I wanted to pull away as my senses were screaming at me that he was a stranger, this was a public bathroom, he’d just sort-of molested me, but everything in me was telling me this felt so good, please don’t make it stop. He must have felt me tense at my jaw; he grabbed my elbow and motioned for me to walk with him to the end of the bathroom – to the larger stall reserved for fathers to assist their children (based on the diaper table).

Daveanand undid my fly and button and allowed my clothing to drop to my knees as he enveloped my lips with his, caressing my tongue with his and biting my lips sending sensations down to my groin. He slithered both his pants and Leo Poldo briefs to his ankles with his fingers and feet. His 6-inch cock sprung into alert, bobbing against the skin of my thigh. He broke his attention from my lips and kneeled in the pile of clothing on the floor to give better leverage at swallowing my limp cock down his mouth. His wet tongue slunk to the inside of my foreskin playing with my head as he started sucking my cock like a life-giving appendage. My now swollen cock, made it difficult for him to breathe fully; he, ever so often, would have to undo his grasp of my cock and turn his attention to my hanging ball-sack. The anxiety associated with being in a public space, hearing the voices and related sounds around us, having to be as silent as possible and whatever he was doing made me cum violently within 10-15 minutes. With him then drinking every last drop of my cum caused me to be immediately hard again. He continued blowing me as he started to now jock. Within the five minutes of him jocking, he paused sucking me, and stood up; only to burst into a fit as he came in his hands, drank his own seed and watched my reaction as he did.

He went down on his knees again and continued his pursuit of making me orgasm. The silky, getting sticky touch of his hand from cum and the drops of cum on his beard was enough tactile and visual sensory triggers for me to blow a second time. This time more aggressively and painfully than the first. He swallowed every blast, never releasing my cock of his mouth as my body convulsed.

Becoming momentarily deaf from the sheer pain and pleasure experienced, I looked up and away from him as I terrifyingly noticed that the door was being opened. It had not been locked and footsteps of someone behind the frosted glass, was pushing the door to enter. I sprinted forwarded and held the door causing Daveand to lose his balance and slip unto the pile of clothing.

The teen on the other side of the door, saw my naked groin, opened his eyes widely in shock, snickered, and responded with “I’m sorry bro!” I, then, proceeded to lock the latch, to later find that Daveanand wasn’t hurt but was just keeping as still and small as possible as to be out of the line of sight. Somehow despite all that, he was ready for another round. Unfortunately, I had become too aware of my surroundings and the sounds of persons urinating and the flood of voices which meant it was getting crowded. I motioned that I was spooked and got dressed, and helped him do the same. We waited for the voices to dissipate and left the stall quietly, washed up and after exchanging numbers went to the opposite sides of the mall, him to his job and I, to the store to pick up my previously made purchase.

I never hooked up with Daveanand again since, probably if I’m in the southlands again, or just want someone to give one of the best blowjobs to date that I’ve received.

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First encounter

Let me start this blog with my first true story. Kinda long though. Sorry…

So I’m in a prestigious secondary all boys school in the South of my island home. I’m in form four, 15 at the time. Both my parents worked (owned businesses) so to keep me occupied till they were able to pick me up from school they’d normally sign me up to any after school activity on the compound while I wait to head home. At the time Cadets (junior military, basically just like a youth army) was the only offering for my age.

Cadets… Doing push-ups, learning to keep physically fit, survival in the ‘wild’ or at camp, learning about protocol, geography, drill practise of marching and salutes, even rifle display and target practise. One of the requirements with any military based institution is uniform. During regular meetings after school, we’d wear a white fitted tshirt and our school trousers which were basically dress pants. If we were going to a parade, or camp out we’d be required to wear our Cadets uniform. A faded grass green colour, fitted with compartments for whatever we’d have to store temporarily.

So this story is really about our uniforms. When getting dressed our corporal was very adamant about seamless looks. Being slim at the time I usually ‘bloused’ my shirt or tshirt to give the impression of a bigger torso. The second in command, called the lieutenant, would do a check of the lower ranking privates (as we were called) to ensure we matched the standard in appearance before we went outside to be fully inspected. Lt. Matthew had just become in charge of my squad, after just excelling in his examinations for promotion. With my last name beginning with the letter V it meant I was normally the last in his check. He dissaprovingly told me my tshirt was not properly tucked into my trousers that I’d have to fix it before I left the classroom.

This new lieutenant was 19 at the time, he’d just graduated my secondary school and was in his first year in UWI — the only accredited university in the island at the time. Tall, very slender but a very visibly muscled Dougla (a mix of East Indian and African decents) with vibrant green eyes. Short, military styled haircut and the fullest pink lips manageable and still look macho. A girls dream and my envy.

I didn’t understand his critique, my shirt and everything else seemed standard. My frowned look must have hinted my confusion. He demanded I tuck my shirt in smoother against my body into my pants. I unzipped, and patted my shirt down persuading it into the trousers in an attempt to follow his instruction. It seemed I only made it worse since the tshirt would raise up when I moved my hands of it. He ordered me to come forward, visibly annoyed at what may have come across as a half-hearted attempt to follow his request.

He demanded that I put my hands at my side and not move a millimetre. He unbuttoned and carefully unzipped my trousers. I flinched, being a 15 yo virgin the slightest attention to my groin would make an erection. There it was a full blown erection in progress in my fruit of the loom speedo styled briefs peeking at the waistband. He pretended to ignore it and took the edges of my tshirt and tucked it and pulled it in through the brief all the way around. The tshirt did stay flat on my torso now almost like a second skin. He then took his hands and shoved my now throbbing erect cock down back into the briefs behind the tshirt and began pulling up my trousers. He zipped, buttoned and fastened the belt to its tightest, then winking to me, motioned me to join the ranks.

I was literally red faced! For the entire 2 hours of drill I couldn’t get the image of him touching my dick out of my head. It got worse. When we had to change back to regular school uniform to go home I realised he snapped the belt too tightly, I didn’t know if to ask a fellow junior cadet to assist and explain why I couldn’t open my own belt or ask Lt. Matthew. I asked Lt. Matthew. He said when everyone was gone he’d assist so it won’t be awkward. Which I was ever grateful for. We sat and talked for a while as if he was prepping me for the upcoming exams. When everyone’s parents had picked them up and the corporal had left Matthew asked me to follow him to the shower room in the adjacent building.

Once inside he asked me to lift my hands above my head and breathe out to make my torso smaller. He almost magically removed the belt, dropped my trousers and was removing my tshirt. When I told him, “Thanks, I could take it from here.” he silenced me with a finger on his lips. He then demanded that I only speak when instructed and obey his superior command. I was stunned. What was happening? Was this a test? Why am I so hard? Shit! He’s going to think I’m a fag!

He untied my training boots and removed them, my socks, trousers and tshirt; piling then neatly on the bench beside us. All that was left on me was my very white, leaving little to the imagination, speedo cut cotton briefs… with my hands in the air. He motioned for me to enter one of the shower cubicles. Then slowly pulled my briefs down, making my throbbing dick slap my stomach. Slowly he allowed my hands to fall to the side. He turned his attention to the shower door knob, locked it and then stared at me. “I’ve never seen one that big before, especially for your age, how often do you jock?”

I swore I’d gone deaf, I saw his mouth moving but I couldn’t process what he was saying. Without hesitation, as if my silence was permission, he bent to his knees and licked my cock and balls. I shuddered at the warmth of his tongue and felt my knees buckle slightly.

He eventually sucked me for 10 minutes or so which felt more like an hour till when the ecstasy overcame my shock… I came in his throat. Lt. Matthew swallowing every drop as he held unto my ass pulling me towards him as if he intended to swallow me whole. His face buried in my smooth skin. He then licked my balls again, spun me around and bit my left ass cheek both making me shoot clear cum at the walls of the shower.

He took off his clothes and exposed his enormous cock almost as large as my 8 inches and rock hard. He proceeded to shower me, soaping me head to toe, even spending extra time on my foreskin. He finally commanded “At ease! Richard… relax.” he soften his voice. I felt vulnerable and confused yet safe. He towel dried me, wrapped me in a towel and went to the classroom to get my bag and change of clothes with which he dressed me. My parents finally showed up 30 minutes after.

The next day for Cadets training it was deja vu. Again he helped me with my uniform and at the end… helped me get out of them and showered. Some days I came to school commando just to see his reaction. He just smiled and did what he enjoyed doing to me… Teaching me new things never to be seen in a school syllabus or Cadet training manual.

If you enjoyed this and want more true stories… Like the post and/or reblog and I’ll start sharing more.