Seeing Red

Sitting here alone on a Friday night. I should have gone out, but instead I finished a painting project and read some sci-fi/fantasy. Satisfying in a non-sexual, non-emotional way. What I really could have used was a good old-fashioned missionary position breeding. I would have allowed any of the guys in tonight's fotos to have their way with my butt.

Early this morning I was reading the newspaper and there was an article about a scientist that had been able to differentiate and block the neurons(?) that lead from an itch to the brain in mice. I think that's right. Anyway what interested me was the itch. I've got an itch that I just can't scratch, I need someone else willing to do it for me. Latex itch scratchers leave me unfulfilled and desperate for the real thing.

The paint job was all in red. That is probably why I'm still seeing red and why I'm giving you a night of men in red.

Frank. Delicioso.

Scrambled eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

A continuation of last night's gallery of butts.

Beauty and the Butt

I must be a bit on the horny side today. I was sitting in a meeting this afternoon thinking about butt instead of the agenda. There weren't any in the meeting that I was particularly interested in, but I had ridden to the meeting on a bus and one tightly-hugged, jean-covered, trim yet muscular, ass drew all of my attention. I never caught a look at the man's face so I don't know if he was old or young, I'd guess mid to late twenties by the style of clothes and how they hung. Definitely an ethnic minority, either Hispanic or Asian by the skin tone. but that doesn't mean too much here. He could have been partially Afro-American and ?

I wish I'd have had the time to check him out and approach him. As it turned out he got off the bus a stop before me and I was caught flat-footed. Thus was born the genesis of this post. I might have broken with my recent format of pits, pecs, piss, Frank, dick, balls and butt but I thought I could simply add a few interesting examples at the end. Hope your taste runs like mine, enjoy!
Rafael Carr. Not only interesting pecs, but abs, dick, legs, etc.. m He may be one of the more interesting men I've seen in a long time. Deserves a good, long tongue bath. any volunteers?

Turk Mason. Pre tattoo stage of life.

Another shot of Rafael Carr. Why two watches?

Balls! Suck them dry, guys.



A plethora of butts. Yes there are butts to watch any where you go but these are worth a second look and perhaps even more.

Are your tongues hard and dicks drooling?

I spent most of the day painting a bathroom, I hate the color I choose. How it came across on the card as matching one I've used elsewhere and once on the walls looks so different is beyond my feeble imagination.

Surprise! Surprise! Surprise! I received an e-mail today looking for the link to some of the stories I've written for Nifty, it's been almost a year since I posted any. I was happy to hear that anyone was still interested in the stories. Maybe, I'll go back to writing stories for them, it was a good experience (both in imagination and discipline). The little writing I've done for this blog is nothing compared to the stories I was chronicling for their readers.

I stopped writing short stories and tried applying my hand to writing a novel. In time I have written at least four, none of which I am pleased enough with to attempt publishing. Part of the problem is that I am not certain I have anything to say that the public hasn't heard in better forms already. Over the past few months i have broken from the discipline necessary to write a full length piece. I would like to get back to that if there would be something that I thought I could contribute to an ongoing discussion in society. Most of what I've written is fluff, stories without any redeeming value other than brief character pyschs. I don't know why that isn't enough for me? Much of what passes for literature these days is no better and much of it is truly worse. Still, if I read a Pynchon or Fowles I feel my writing is of a caliber so far down the ladder of beauty that I despair of ever finding my own voice.

I might need my tongue with him, but certainly not my voice.

Pecs and abs to devour.

An easily swallowed stream of gold.

And an easily devoured erection sprouting from an easily devoured young man. Frank.

Interesting!

I'd do it, even though he needs a shave.

A small gallery of dick.

Unreliability

For the last few hours I've been slowly starting to boil, why should I tolerate a BFF that fails to follow through on his promises? Over the years it has been a source of constant friction between us. He doesn't seem to understand that it bothers me and disarms anger by failing to respond in a comprehensible manner. Deep within I know that one day this is going to be the wedge that drives us apart forever. It won't be his philandering, his thieving, his lieing or his egoism, it will be his total lack of responsibility. Sex and love would be bad enough, but the promise of other matters puts the icing on the shit pile. Shopping, dinner dates, vet's visits, , etc.. Perhaps I am working myself up over nothing, at least that is how he would think about it if he ever did.

None of you can solve this problem unless you would like to take his place standing over me.