Cazzo Club
Featuring Andy Nickel and Christopher Fleur de Lis
The sights and smells of garages and workshops are so hyper-masculine that it’s hard for me not to get a boner when I walk into one. I tent my shorts every time I get an oil change and get blue balls when it’s time to change a watch battery.
It doesn’t help that my father ran his business out of an old garage when I was growing up, and it was there that I discovered a stash of porn magazines at the bottom of an old tool box.
Trust me, I know what goes on in back after the garage doors close for the night…
I know a lot of porn stars are short, but these camera angles and the arrangement of black and white set pieces are making Paddy O’Brian and Goran look tiny. And that’s no small feat considering the amount of muscle on them and the size of Paddy O’Brian’s dick.
I’ve been signing on to Scruff a lot lately, mostly to check out which males are next door (get it??) when I go to the gym and to see if there’s anyone new in my area. Maybe it’s because I’m usually at the gym (and across the street from another gym) when I sign in that all the fit guys in the grid are still shaving upper bodies, doing anything to show off their muscles better. You can see that they’ve got a dense beard stubble and nice hairy legs, but then some ridiculously smooth chest. Argh! So frustrating!!
Hairy muscle is hot, guys. You can clipper your chest hair down, and it will still show off your rockin’ bod. Think of it as relief shading…
Since my master bedroom has a mirror on the ceiling, I always encourage guys to check it out if they’re on their backs, and of course I steal a glance when they’re riding me. Problem is, it can be a little far for some to see their expressions clearly, especially when the room is dimly lit.
Solution? Mirrors on insides of closet doors. Open doors before sex for new, close-up angles!
That is, if your eyes aren’t rolled back inside your head…
Men On Edge
Featuring hunky, hairy straight guy Atticus Cole in his first film appearance
I enjoyed some mind-blowing sex last night with my own hairy hunk, the kind that makes your eyes water and use the lord’s name in vain, and I want more!
Good thing he’s sleeping late in the room next door. He’s going to need that energy this afternoon…
I’m kind of glad that my gym doesn’t have open showers where crazy shenanigans go down. Even when I used to workout over at the bathhouse, I just liked to get in and out of there.
Although I skipped out on the drunken debauchery of leather night last night (I heard it was a good one), I thoroughly enjoyed watching Hugh Jackman’s giant muscle physique and naked ass walk across the screen in the latest X-Men movie:
I think it was a fair trade, especially since I already made plans to get with my hairy muscle pup this afternoon…
