I’m not sure when exactly this video was shot, but the lighting, picture quality and model styling totally reminded me of a 70’s porn video. And Daddy likes that.
It also reminded me to book my hotel for Gay Days next June. I’ll be staying in the wing with rooms by the Bear Pool…
Although it hasn’t been that long since I was last at underwear night, I feel like there’s been a dearth of arousing men’s undergear in my life. Sure, it’s butt-ass cold outside, but there’s got to be some ski lodge somewhere with a roaring fireplace packed with men in nothing but their skivvies.
The Art Basel craziness may be fading fast, but for some the ginger hunt continues. And no, young man, it’s not just a phase you’re going through, so when you find one you like, be sure to get a lot of use out of him…
Now that I think about it, I had lots of great sex this weekend, and I have to say, I’m pretty exhausted. A satisfied exhausted. Like I don’t need anything except a cocktail, a cigarette and a balcony with a view of the moonlit bay.
Since I’m spending time with someone who’s really into gingers, I’ve been seeing lots and lots of them everywhere we go. Mostly because he suddenly stops talking and stares in one direction.
This was one of the better scenes from Working Class Stiff with all three performers really getting into their roles. A little cheesy dialogue is going to be required when you’ve got so many different fetishes being appealed to, but the guys delivered it with quiet tension and a smoldering taboo undercurrent.