I happen to know a woman whose boyfriend does gay porn. I found out by accident when I saw his pictures online with another man. I'm almost positive she doesn't know he does porn.
Now I would never say anything to her. But if I were a really wicked person, I could extort sexual favors out of him in return for my silence. Blow me or I blow your secret. I'd never, ever do it, but I can't say it isn't tempting. I might be a little wicked but not that wicked.
These are very beautiful photos that look like something that could hang in an art museum. The photographer is Allain Illyustratova from St. Petersburg, Russia. They are quite large images, so be sure to click each one to see full sized.
Was Alexander the Great in love with his longtime friend, the cavalry commander Hephaestion? The answer is shrouded in the mists of history. A man who loved men was not a scandal in ancient Greece. When Hephaestion died, Alexander grieved for days and could not eat. He died himself not much later, at the young age of 32, after allowing his health to decline after his friend's death.
This relationship was depicted to some extent in the Oliver Stone-directed biopic Alexander, starring Colin Farrell as Alexander and Jared Leto and Hephaestion, which was not a boxoffice success. Too bad porn stars are not good actors, because the Alexander story cries out for a hardcore adaption.
If I had to live in an historical period, I might choose ancient Greece. I think it would be a more erotic destination if you had a time machine, compared to ancient Rome or Egypt.
Now this is a photograph that Alexander the Great probably would've liked.
The lads at the Fratmen website usually don't do much for me. They're generally too young or twinkish for my taste. This bloke is an exception.
Too old to be a fratboy, maybe he's a medical student picking up a few extra bucks by posing naked. He has great abs and obviously low body fat. His cock isn't massive and, instead, ordinary guy normal. He's definitely a keeper.
This is enough to make me reconsider all the lads who went out for wrestling in high school. I used to think they wanted to prove their athletic and physical prowess. But now I'm wondering if some of them had other ideas. Perhaps this explains why they always eagerly looked forward to practice and couldn't wait for the school day to end.
There's something about Samuel Colt I find very alluring. He has this whole surly, gruff attitude that's like catnip for me. He's 5'7" and 210 pounds, so that definitely makes him a "pocked stud."
He usually tops in porn films but occasionally bottoms. I've read gossip that he prefers to be a bottom in his private life. I could definitely see him on my bed naked, shackled, and with a dirty jockstrap stuffed in his mouth.
Tire salesmen can be fast-talking hucksters like Mitt Romney. But when your tire salesman is naked, you know he can't have any tricks up his sleeve. (Okay, I know it's an inner tube and not a tire, but how long did it take before you noticed that?)
I actually do need new tires and the place where I buy them has a major hottie who is very honest. He's straight, married, and keeps fathering more children, so no chance of anything more than sightseeing and a competitive price on new radials.
I'm looking to hire a college intern to help me with the blog and some other work. Jimmy is one recent applicant and, given the tight employment market, he shows how he's eager and willing to do just about anything to land the job.
This picture is both amusing and highly erotic. A hapless bloke is getting fucked within an inch of his life at an open window for all in the street to see.
The dominant top doesn't give a shit if the lad is disgraced in front of the whole neighborhood because of this -- his devilish grin tells us that. He takes what he needs, and the kid just has to go along for the ride. Hold still, bitch.
Another one of those pictures where I can't decide whether it's meant to be art or porn.
A quick jaunt to Wikipedia, that font of semi-accurate information, reveals that some men do not emit precum (aka Cowper's Fluid) at all. I pity those lads. Not that I'm a complete manwhore, but I have been with more than a few men and don't ever remember one who didn't emit at least some precum.
On the other end of the spectrum, some men emit as much as a teaspoon full during a sexual encounter. I'm one of those. When I was young, my oozing willy constantly embarrassed me. I'm reminded of the scene from All that Jazz where the young protagonist gets up on stage in white pants and is mortified when the audience laughs at his visible precum stain. That never happened to me, but when I saw the movie, I knew exactly how the lad felt.