Friday, April 15, 2011

Ian's Birthday

is tomorrow! He'll be 25! And as a gift, Billy and I bought him a motorcycle to replace the one he's been riding for the last couple of years. And I do love it when he puts on those chaps, especially when he's not wearing anything else! So, in honor of Ian's gift, here are a few photos of men and their motorcycles. Until next time . . .

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Cuir Dudes

Men + Leather = a night of fun! I've been in love with the leather scene for years. There's nothing sexier than my lovers in leather. We have a leather night every so often and since my Grandma passed in October of 2009, Billy, Ian and I have converted part of the basement into a little dungeon. It's perfect for when we get a bit frisky and want to do something more than simply fuck or suck. A little light cock-and-ball torture, some handcuffs and ceiling hooks to dangle from and we are in heaven. So enjoy these cuir dudes, these leathermen and have some fun.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Nearly Naked

What can I say? Naked is great, but nearly naked can be so-o-o-o sexy!

Enjoy these until next time. . .









Friday, April 1, 2011

I Was Trolling Through My Old Photo Files

when I came across these old gems. The first two are of one of my favorite old-time Colt men -- Steve Kelso. I've got dozens of photos of him. He is one fucking sexy man! I saw a fairly recent photo of him and, damn! he's still sexy! I think it's his furry chest that makes him so damn sexy! What I wouldn't give to have been able to suck on his cock back when he was at the height of his porn career. These others are hot too and I think one or two of them are old Colt photos too! Sometimes I think the older Colt models were just perfect. There was something unique about them. Maybe it was the fact that not all of them were muscle-bound bodybuilders, but were naturally built, from long hours of working, not working out. Over the summer, if Billy, Ian and I are heading out to Tuscon's Canyon Ranch, a gay-friendly dude ranch. We'll do the whole dude ranch thing, just like that Billy Crystal movie, "City Slickers."

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Ruined Cottage


Hiking amid elms and maples

Full green and moist from the morning drizzle,

I remembered the overgrown paths,

The mossy boulders,

The stream of crystal, earth-cooled water.

The years I had been away faded like early-morning mist.

As I strolled toward the old, one-roomed shack

That used to be the secret childhood meeting place

Of my boyhood friends, I recalled

Our "girl-haters club" and the night I spent there

With my first lover when I was sixteen.

I hiked slowly amid the greens and cooling shadows

Still, sweat from the hike made my shirt cling to me.

I unbuttoned as I strolled, letting the breeze cool me.

Picking up a branch to use as a walking stick,

I traveled toward noon.

Soon I came upon that wooden house

And paused as I inspected it with my gaze.

The boards where gray with age, green with moss,

The panes, darkened by shadows, broken or missing

Turned its once-friendly facade into a toothless hag.

I had expected the pathway to be overgrown

With grass and weeds even more now than then,

But the way was clear.

Surely others had found this place,

Played here as I once had.

The gap-toothed windows uttered no sound,

Betrayed no movement.

The doorway, closed, seemed to beacon me forward,

And I went.

What had I to fear?

I was sure the house was empty.

It was then, around the door, I noticed

Footprints the rain had been unable to wash

Away because of the thickness of the trees

And other, more telling signs of who used this shack.

No children played here.

I opened the door and entered the hollow chamber.

When my eyes adjusted to the shadows,

Stabbed by the two-hour old

Western sunlight, I saw the old table,

The now-understuffed chairs littered with leaves,

The leaf-strewn floor and stone-cold fireplace.

I walked further inside as quietly

As I could on the squeaking floorboards

But my movements woke the stranger.

"Who's there?" a voice behind me called.

I turned and saw, half hidden by a chair in the corner,

The shadowed figure of a man rising.

"Just a hiker," I said.

He came from behind the chair

Wearing only blue jeans and socks.

"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.

"Just after two."

He yawned and stretched, scratched his hairy chest

And his groin unconsciously.

"What's it like outside?" he asked moving to his backpack.

"Nice. It stopped raining about nine o'clock."

"Must have been after I fell asleep."

"Nice ass," I said to myself loud enough

For him to hear as I viewed the tight denim

Of his buttocks. "Thanks." He faced me and smiled,

One hand cupping the crotch of his Levis,

His cock clearly outlined. I felt mine stir.

We embraced and kissed fully on the mouth

While I kneaded his mounds and he removed my shirt.

The heat of our passion set fire to our loins.

We discarded the veneer of civilization

With our clothes as each piece fell to the floor.

And grappling each other with primal fury,

We explored each other fully,

Inch by inch, orifice by orifice,

Throughout the growing afternoon.

As the sun began to set, our heat increased

And we spent long hours in darkness joined by our lust.

Well past midnight, as the moon fell earthward,

We dropped off into a deep sleep, still entwined together.

We woke with the sun in our eyes, embraced

Against the chill of early morning.

We smiled and dressed,

Backs turned in false modesty

And walked out of the little ruined cottage,

Side by side, down the overgrown path to the broken gate.

We lingered, unsure.

"Which way are you going?" I asked him quietly

As he hefted his pack onto his back.

He looked at me, smiled, teeth gleaming, hair uncombed.

"With you," he simply said and together

We walked down the road talking and laughing

As the sun climbed higher into the sky.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Showers

It's raining here and that always gets me thinking of showers and the hot men I'd love to find in mine; not that I don't already have a couple of hot men in my shower every night -- my lovers Ian and Billy, but sometimes the fantasy of a new man, a different man, in the shower with me makes me so hard I just have to take care of it.

I have this great walk-in shower, it's actually big enough for me, Ian and Billy at the same time, and every so often the three of us are in there, showering and things get really steamy and we end up fucking and sucking right there, under the hot spray of pulsating water. Nothing is better than shower sex with the men you love, except pool sex and kitchen sex and living room sex and bedroom sex.

So, while it's raining outside a cold and depressing rain, I will wait for Billy to get back from work and for Ian to get back from his workout at the gym (I hope he doesn't shower before coming home) and when they get back, we are going to have hot, steamy shower sex.

I'll tell you about it next time. But until then, enjoy these hot, wet studs. Maybe they will inspire you to fuck some willing stud in the shower. . .

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Dream Man Cody

When I restarted posting last week, I began with a post of Jack Wrangler -- my first porn crush. Since then, there have been many men whose bodies I have admired, whose asses I have longed to fuck and whose dicks I have dreamed of sucking. One of those men is Cody Cummings. I had the opportunity to watch one of his web casts a short while back and the man is fucking amazing! His pretty eyes, his dazzling smile, his chiseled abs, his thick, perfect cock, his more than ample balls, his gorgeous ass -- all get me hard and make me want to cum. Naturally hairy or shaved smooth, he is the kind of man I really like. What about you?




















Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Artist Michael Breyette

I was trolling through my digital files, looking for something to post, when I rediscovered these wonderful rendered images by Michael Breyette. His men are fucking fantastic. Each one more perfect than the last. In honor of tomorrow being St. Patrick's Day, I've opted to start with one of his pieces titled "Patrick" although my favorite of this batch is the one of the sexy guy in the gray hoodie. Talk about sexy and dangerous -- I think it would take balls to do something like that in real life. I hope you enjoy these sexy dream men.














































Saturday, March 12, 2011

My First Porn Crush

was Jack Wrangler. I discovered him completely by accident. I must have been about 16 years old when I came across an old porn magazine with him inside, Honcho or Mandate I think. Anyway, I fell completely in love with his cock. I wanted to suck it. It made me realize how different I was from all the guys I knew. None of them were into sucking cock, so I kept my desires secret, at least for a few years.

Here are a few old pictures of the first real man to make it into my jack-off fantasies --








































Here's an old clip starring Jack. The sound is cheesy, so mute it if you must, but the action is hot!


That's all for now. I think I'm gonna look for my old copy of Jocks.

Until next time . . .

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

I'm Back

It's been 16 months since I last posted anything here. For a while I thought I never would post again, but the time is right to start again. Unlike the past, I'll be posting when I can, once or twice a week more than likely. Since my last post was an invitiation to fuck, I thought I's post some videos of hot guys doing just that -- fucking (with some cocksucking thrown in for some good measured foreplay). Enjoy.

Tattooed Farmhand Gets a Workout


Tommy D Fucks Paul Wagner


And lastly this hot duo suck and fuck


Until next time. . .