Wow. Just… wow.
When Dominic Pacifico hires a leather clad hustler to worship, he gets a lot more than he bargained for. Super stud, Paddy O’Brian, fills his rubber shorts magnificently, and when Dominic has finished running his hands over Paddy’s beautiful, hairy body he can’t resist the bulge in the rubber pants. When Dominic goes in for a kiss Paddy does not resist and the bulge in his pants is growing, (maybe he’s not so straight?), but by now who cares, they’re both so turned on there’s only one way this can end – with Paddy, nuts-deep in Pacifico’s tight hole and both gents covered in spunk.
Harvey and I never saw this poster before either of us saw the movie. Now that I have… Damn, I wish I was a geeky girl into cosplay!
There isn’t a real good close-up of the heel in the movie (truthfully, only once but that was just to emphasize the point that the heels are actually serrated-on-the-inside and slicing into someone’s wrist at the time)
Then again, I can still get into a Cat-cosplay and not forget that there’s a CatMAN too! Ugh, but I’m too out of shape for that, HA!
Despite mixed feelings for the immortal Doctor Who/Torchwood character, I’ve found that the multi-talented actor (who happens to be gay and married) and his sister, Carole, have quite a gift for writing!
During this year’s Comic-Con, John co-hosted Attack of the Show‘s 4-hour long coverage at the annual event where he interviewed many a star, artist, etc., including the current cast of Doctor Who and Castle star, Nathan Fillion (seen below).
It started on Twitter when @aots announced that John would be co-hosting the 4-hour coverage later that day. I made a mess in my pants (I dork out for Barrowman, don’t you bitches judge me), quickly quoted them and included a “WHAAAAAT?!?!?!” in my tweet. I honestly didn’t expect them to reply to me (insert oohs, ahhs and gasps here because I know y’all are totally impressed;
who wants to touch me?! below, left image).
I was feeling neat and enjoying the hell out of my day, despite having changed my manties twice. A couple of hours later, though, I get the best surprise of all and ruined (permanently, this time) a third pair of manties. @aots mentions me yet again, only this time they’ve announced they’d selected me and two others as freaking winners of an autographed copy of John and Carole’s book, Hollow Earth.
I lost my damn mind, I was texting Harvey like crazy and bouncing off my walls. I didn’t even know the Barrowmans (Barrowmen? Barrowmany? -mani?) were working on a book series. I gave AOTS my information and about a week later, my package arrived.
Let me tell you, I inhaled Hollow Earth! And, as I’m always one who enjoys a good spoiler, I’m afraid I don’t know how to be vague enough without giving the whole book’s plot away. Needless to say, I loved it!
Sure, the target audience is kids aged 8-12 but, really, isn’t the Harry Potter series the same in the beginning?
I took a day to read the whole thing and… wow! I can honestly say I can’t wait to see this being turned into a movie and can’t wait for more work from John and Carole! It certainly has its dark elements and it’s quite clear at the end of the book that it isn’t the end of the story. There’s more to explore and I can’t wait!
Pre-order your copy of Hollow Earth today! Seriously.
As for my love of John, it remains strong. And I realize this is probably the closest I’ll ever be to him (unless someone out there wants to give me an acting job where I can then force my way
into his pants onto a project he’s in) so he’s now up there with my love for Tom Hardy, which, if we all recall, burns with the white-hot intensity of a thousand burning suns.
(You didn’t think I wouldn’t perv this up just a little, did you?)
If you’re like me and still haven’t gotten tired of dorking out for Christopher Nolan’s epic conclusion to his Batman trilogy, The Dark Knight Rises, then, guess what? Here’s a little nugget for you!
No doubt you’re familiar with the “He rises” Moroccan chant themed throughout the film. I know it gives me goosebumps every time I hear it!
I’m not at all surprised that someone recognized the intensity of the chant and used it to prove it makes everything epic and intense! Need proof? Check out the video below! This person combined several funny videos and concludes with cats to prove that, yes, the “Deshay Basara” chant does indeed make everything epic!
We here at Nerdjizz are just koo-koo pants for Miss J.P. Barnaby! We’ve been given the privilege of sharing an exclusive excerpt from her newest release, Little Boy Lost: Sacrificed, the culmination of her Little Boy Lost series!
In case you’ve been living under a rock, catch up on the entire series today:
|About Little Boy Lost: Sacrificed|
Reunited with his father but missing the one man he loves more than any other, Jamie Mayfield attempts to put his life back together amid rehab, seizures, and the gutting loneliness of Brian’s rejection. As he tries to cope, Jamie finds that relying on his friends isn’t nearly as difficult as he’d imagined, and soon he can once again stand on his own two feet.
While recovering from his addiction, Jamie starts a new phase of his life at college, working to become the man Brian needs him to be. Only one question remains: Can Jamie earn Brian’s forgiveness and win back his trust, or will their love be sacrificed at the altar of Jamie’s demons.
Brian and Jamie’s epic journey comes to a close in this thrilling conclusion to the Little Boy Lost series.
(All 6 books available in eBook or paperback)
|From Little Boy Lost: Sacrificed|
I finished the paragraph I’d been writing in the journal and then flipped over to my e-mail to see that I had just one, from Alex.
PIZZA and a movie sounds awesome. We haven’t done that in forever! Mike will be in SF this weekend, so can we make it a sleepover? I’ll bring my superhero jammies. We can get those weird chips that you like, lots of caffeine, and just talk.
Miss u like crazy!!
My laughter broke the eerie silence in the room. Apparently, lime-flavored tortilla chips constituted something weird. I logged in to the online grocery service that I’d started using to help my dad out. Grocery shopping was one of the few things that I could do to help out around the house. Two grown men who were hardly ever home didn’t make much of a mess, so there wasn’t a lot to clean. Because my seizures were still uncontrolled, my dad didn’t really want me to cook, so I’d just been assisting him in the kitchen. Adding chips, candy, and soda to the order, I scheduled the delivery and felt a little bit more in control of my life. At least I didn’t need to ask my dad to take me to store just so I could feed my friend.
After that, I fired off e-mails to my dad and Alex confirming plans for the weekend. I knew my dad wouldn’t have a problem. He’d been on me for the last two weeks to get together with my friends. What he didn’t really understand is that the one person I wanted to see didn’t want to see me. Brian hadn’t made any contact with me in the three weeks I’d been staying with my dad. Whenever I asked Alex about him, he just stalled and said that Brian was working some things out.
I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling, imagining Brian’s face.
The sound of a motor kicking to life startled me awake. My eyes opened against the late morning sunlight streaming in through the east-facing windows, and I blinked rapidly. The roar of the mower sounded close, so I went to my bedroom window to see where it came from. Three guys, naked from the waist up, worked in our backyard—mowing, trimming, and whatever else landscapers did. The guy mowing the lawn, clearly Hispanic, had a lean, muscular chest and a bandana holding back long black curls. My cock stirred just a bit, hopeful at the sight of such a beautiful guy in such close proximity. A second guy crossed my line of vision as he trimmed the hedges around the garage. Ebony skin glistened in the sun’s rays as they played across the perfectly defined shoulders and abs. A T-shirt, navy blue or maybe black, hung from the back of his jeans and looked dangerously close to falling when he squatted down to pick up a few small branches.
The third guy really got my attention as he knelt in the uninspired flowerbed along the back of the yard. I took a few steps closer to the window so that I could get a better look, my cock more interested by the second. By the time I could feel a chill from the glass, I was semihard. Short brown hair stuck up at odd angles, like he’d been running his hands through it, wiping sweat from his face as he worked. I couldn’t see his face, but if the body was any indication, the guy would be gorgeous. A sliver of guilt slid into my stomach because my dick got hard for some random guy in the backyard, but it wasn’t like I’d go out there and stand among the begonias and drop my jeans so he could suck me where he knelt. Though my cock strained at the crotch of my jeans, obviously very interested in that idea.
More from animal instinct than actual thought, my right hand strayed to my groin and rubbed lightly as I watched him transfer the last of the wilted plants into a lawn bag resting carelessly against his right knee. I rubbed my cock harder as the guy stood and stretched. My mouth actually watered at the sight of his long, lean muscles flexing and glistening in the soft light. Conflicting emotions swamped me as I thought about going outside to talk to him. My heart had ached for weeks without Brian, but a flurry of excitement caused my pulse to race. It was the only stirring I had felt since he walked out of my life.
When I considered opening my jeans to pull out my cock and stroke it in earnest, a horrible thought struck me. If my cock was in my hand when I started to seize, would my muscles tense around it, squeezing with brutal force? Almost as bad, I imagined the look on my dad’s face if he walked in and I was midseizure with my pants around my knees, cock in hand. I couldn’t even think about his horror if I were using some kind of toy. My hand moved away from my softening dick just as the gorgeous guy turned and I caught a glimpse of his face. I couldn’t stop the word that flew out of my mouth and reverberated against the window.
Mike glanced up from where he stood in the dying flowers and smiled when our eyes met. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn’t believe I’d been drooling over the guy who’d made me feel like shit for the last few months, but I was honestly glad to see him. Mike felt like a link to Brian, and I needed one so badly right then. Even though we were in the same city, he seemed so goddamned far away that he might as well have been on the moon.
About J. P. Barnaby
As a bisexual woman, J.P. is a proud member of the GLBT community both online and in her small town on the outskirts of Chicago. A member of Mensa, she is described as brilliant but troubled, sweet but introverted, and talented but deviant. She spends her days writing software and her nights writing erotica, which is, of course, far more interesting. The spare time that she carves out between her career and her novels is spent reading about the concept of love, which, like some of her characters, she has never quite figured out for herself.
Earlier today, Disney XD uploaded a 4-minute preview of a future episode of Tron: Uprising that was shown at Comic-Con. I’ve been watching and, though the show is decent, it’s fairly tame and pretty predictable. Not surprising considering the channel’s usual target-audience.
Whenever this episode airs, however, it’s clear that shit is about to get REAL.
Also, am I the only one who finds it ridiculously hilarious that Tron is Royally Pissed at a program with the same name as the massively overpriced vacuum?
Alex Marte and Vito Gallo’s journey to the isolated rocky shore of the Aegean Sea began innocently enough — they first dipped into the warm water, but the longer they admired one another’s sculpted bodies the more their passion increased. Leaving behind the water and risking their dangerous craggy surroundings, they decide to experience each other fully. Alex and Vito peel off their wet briefs to reveal stiff cocks — Vito is large and cut, while Alex displays his European heritage with his uncut dick. They pucker their lips and taste each other with some passionate oral sex. Alex and Vito’s excitement grows and they decide to risk the harsh landscape to go further. With only a pillow to protect them from a jagged boulder, Alex perches on his back and throws up his legs so Vito can enter him. It’s unlike anything Alex has felt — painful at first, but it turns to pleasure as his top builds a rhythm. The guys switch positions so Vito can offer Alex his own ass. Alex grabs Vito’s legs and holds onto him closely as he thrusts until they reach climax.