I thought I should step away from the merely beautiful and indulge a taste for the more amusing. Drawings instead of fotos to give a new and different look at ourselves. Thank you to the creators of these images, you make us smile, think and pop a woody.


This may have actually been a vintage foto, but I dropped it in because it seemed to fit with the pencil drawings.



These Japanese images are without a doubt highly erotic.

I wouldn't mind meeting (meating) the model.

I'm not sure what this is, a tinted image or a drawing, but he is cute.

Can you make me look this good?

Pits, dick, abs, pecs, what doesn't he have?

I'm not sure, but this looks like a man out of the fifties or sixties. Would have been fun to be around when he was there.

I'm stepping back and continuing the study of men in color. As I said a few days ago I love what red does to a man's skin, the glow, the tinge of pink, the virility and masculinity. Tonight I won't say much, you can see it all for yourself,
Big red box.
A study of men laying around looking sexy.

Don't forget to look up.
Or down.

Guys standing around. Red bottoms and all.

An Asian view of red butts.

Just a touch of red to accent the main course.

Two Asians.




A jock.

And a real hottie.






I gave you a picture of Frank in red the other day, but thought you might like another. I can never get enough.




This is supposed to be Prince William, I don't know if it really is, but if so? Who cares?

This must be one of his loyal subjects.








I love the artistry of Japanese bondage. Not around me, but for viewing.

What is there to say? Wait right there, I won't be long.

Sorry that I've not been with you for the last few nights, my DSL was messed up and I couldn't get on the highway. It has been a drama filled week, an unusual situation in my life. Normally it has no ups or downs that warrant more than a few moments of concentration. This week was the opposite, pet problems, phone problems and DSL out. All the minor inconveniences are now in the past except for the pet, she will be suffering for the next few weeks. I just can't believe how careless some people are when entrusted with another's precious companion. Oh well, on to more interesting topics, men on the rocks. Fitting, isn't it?

I don't quite understand what it is about men climbing on rocks that spell sex, but looking at these men I know there is something natural about that feeling.

Butts.

Enjoying the sun.


Beautiful man. He would have lured many ships to crash on the rocks.
Playing on the rocks.

Don't bruise those butts boys.

As hard as rocks?

Tight.

Wet.

There is nothing like a man.

I couldn't find a foto of Frank on the rocks. Maybe he'd like to send me one, or give it to me when in Palm Springs.



I'd love to be walking along the river and find this sitting on the rocks. Wouldn't you?


There is a natural desire that boys and men have to wet down rocks. Why?
I'd rather do it this way.



Yeah, piss on civilization.

I'd shower under that stream any day.





Interesting rock formations and men.

A multiplicity of butts that nearly eclipse the rock and sea.