Pecs, Pits and Piss

I've been thinking about the vacation coming up this week and wondered what I would really hope to see. The chances for me to actually see any sights that might excite me are not too great. I will be nowhere near any place that men go half or totally naked. Still, I can always hope, can't I?

Hopefully I'll find time tomorrow to give you one last set of beautiful men. I'll be teaching most of the day, my least favorite activity. There are sex acts that I've said I'll never do that I would reluctantly perform before teaching a group of eager activists how to get involved. The passion I have felt for a number of years is not fading, but it certainly is receding into a more constrained sense of urgency about prevention. So guys, negotiate your own safety.

These fotos show some of the tastiest pits around, wouldn't you just love to dive in and swab them out with your tongue? There is not one among them that would make you stop for a second thought.

I'd even do Frank's. There are other things I would like to do more, but his pits would get worshipped before we left each other exhausted.





I'd happily lick, nibble or suck on these teats. Maybe I'd give a few bucks to get my hands on those below.

Moving on to the third P, piss. The first foto gives us all three P's pits, pecs and piss. Landon Reed is quite the young star and gives his followers everything they could possibly want. Are there fotos of him doing more than drinking his own piss?

Cute boys having fun.

A thirsty lad with the right idea. Saving water is Patriotic, drink your share.

Drinking and showering, saving time while enjoying oneself.

Wish I was there.

Give it to me.

Retro

Spent most of the day thinking about people that had passed. When I sat down to post the idea of the past stayed with me. With that going on in my head I decided that I might as well take the color out of the posting and show life in B&W. Most if not all of the fotos are not truly old, it is just a style that some photographers decide to use to show that modernizing the print does not necessarily improve the beauty of the subject. Hope you enjoy.

For the most part I have concentrated on the perfect butt tonight. For all his imperfections I still wanted to take a look at Frank. From the photographer's angle his butt is nearly perfect.

Don't want us looking at your butt, roll over.

I'd crawl in his bed and do that butt.

Sunday's Dance

Movement, dance and photography go together like a horse and carriage (thank you 'Married with Children'). Somehow the body in motion can be captured at a moment of true beauty by a photographer with a quick camera and a good eye. In the sixties one of the greatest of all dancers was captured for all time, his body stretched out in its own glory. For years he had fascinated audiences with his jumps, turns and portrayal of pain. It was the fotos of Nureyev snapped in the sixties that bring him alive now and for future generations, the immortalizing of the ballet dancer became a goal of many artists and photographers in the succeeding years until we were given a poster of ballet slippers that seemed to distill all the hopes and dreams of the dancer and the end of the attempt to capture the movement was in sight. I mourn for the days when men of vision attempted to capture the magic brought to life by men who spent their early years honing their bodies and learning their skill so we could get a glimpse of the perfection possible for humanity.

Seldom is man caught in a movement so unnatural yet beautiful. Dance may be the one true set of movements that exhibit man's grandeur. A unappreciative audience may think of the motion of athletes at their best. As trite as it may be to compare dancers and athletes, there is a commonality in their movements that can be appreciated by any that enjoy the male body whether solo or in tandem.

Frank is not dancing, he is only stretching, still it is a dancer's pose.

We have seen more and more fotos like the one above over the last few years. The cloth is an unnecessary addition. Yes it frames the man and yes it gives an interesting background, but man by himself is more than enough to view. The wavering cloth is a distraction that does nothing but create an illusion of motion when the man's muscle show the reality.

Ah, to be a dancer again. It is a profession for young men. There are a few dancers that can continue their career later into life, but the unnatural movements wear out the body much too soon. By the time one is thirty one is a cripple, feet destroyed, hips and knees aching, your back a constant source of pain and muscles stretched out of their natural shape.