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Summer = The Beach!

As a kid living with my Grandma, about the only thing we could afford to do during the summer was go to the beach.  A few times we went away for a real vacation, like the summer I was twelve when we went to Disneyland, but for the most part, we stayed close to home, often heading out to Rockaway Beach.  Grandma would make sandwiches the night before and in the morning put them in a small cooler with some Cokes to take with us. We would leave early and take the train.  Once we got to the beach we would set the blanket out on the sand and Grandma would sit in her chair with her great big hat and sundress and we would have fun; me splashing in the waves or tanning myself reading Goosebumps books or looking at all the older guys in their Speedos and Grandma reading trashy romance novels and listening to Frank Sinatra on her old Walkman.  Man, those were great times.

In high school, a bunch of us would go and hang out at the beach all day – me and the guys would play handball while some of the girls watched (they didn’t want to get all sweaty, but they forgot the ocean was only a few dozen yards away).  Sometimes me and a few buddies would play late into the evening and then go for a quick dip after the lifeguards had gone.

So now, whenever we get the chance, Ian and I pack a cooler, hop in the car and head to Riis Park for a day of people watching.

Getting Ready for the Road Trip

This spur-of-the-moment trip to see my cousins in Oklahoma has been taking a bit more preparation than I thought it would.  We needed to suspend our mail delivery, newspaper and our cable service, make sure all the food in the fridge was non-perihsable (so we've been eating like kings the last few days) and get our neighbor to water our indoor plants and do some yardwork while we're gone.

But the most fun thing we did was get the car ready -- we actually washed it!  It was so much fun, expecially when I dumped the bucket of soapy water over Ian's head and got him soaked!  He just stripped to his tight red bikini briefs right there in the driveway!  And man, was he HARD!  I mean, his cock was straining to bust out of that thing! Talk about being HOT!  I had to control myself and not rip those things off with my teeth and take him right there!  So I grabbed him by the crotch, lead him to a secluded spot in the backyard and went to town on that sweet cock of his!

Maybe these photos will get you in the mood too!

Hot Men, No Full Frontal

Let's face it, sometimes, especially in late spring and summer, it's nice to sit back in a semi-public place and oogle the shirtless hunks that pass by, secure in their masculinity and sexuality.  They don't care who looks at them -- men, women, gay, straight -- it doesn't matter to them; they just want to be admired for the hours of hard work they put in at the gym or doing manual labor. 

Their rock-hard guns, chiseled chests and tight six-packs are on display and if their jeans or shorts sag a little and we get a glimpse of ass or pubes, so much the better!

Then there are the guys who like to show off their ink.

And what about the guys you cruise?  They wait in a semi-public place and wait for you to make a move when they give you the signal they're interested -- a knowing nod, a hip-thrusted stance, a self-grope. 

At the beach, these hot men are on full display wearing only a little swimsuit to cover up in polite society.  But that little swimsuit only accentuates what is being concealed and it doesn't take much sometimes for that little swimsuit to come off.

Then there are the risk-takers.  Those men who don't really give a fuck.  Dressed in chaps and a woven-metal jockstrap, or skin-tight spandex that shows off every hard muscle, they wear as little or as much as they please, in the hopes of getting a rise out of the people passing by. 

But what about the less-public places or even the private ones?

Have you ever caught a hunky neighbor doing his yard work in nothing by his thread-bare gym shorts or laying out in the sun in his wet underwear after a quick dip in the pool?

Ever fantasize about strippers?  They shimmy and shake it for us but it's 'look, don''t touch'.  Ever thought about a private, one-on-one, show where the rules get ignored when the costume comes off? 

Of course there are the nearly-naked; the guys in the gym who walk around partly-dressed in only a shirt, hiding their junk as if the fact they're hiding it with their hand makes it totally invisible -- out of sight, out of mind.

But perhaps best and riskiest of all, it the guy who walks down the street with his shirt unbuttoned and his jeans only half-zipped so you get not only a glimpse of chest and abs, but one of pubes and cock shaft.

No more poetry --

 just some photos this time around.  Enjoy!