A day in the East

Spent the day craving Oriental. Old joke, "problem with oriental men? You're horny again in another hour." Old and bad. I doubt any of the men here would leave you horny. In fact I would bet the first man would leave you so sated that you might not get out of bed for the next 24 hours.

Life is a series of stereotypes. How else would we weave our way through millions of images every day? Stereotypes allow us to winnow our way through those images to familiar and pleasing images that only afterwards become human and fully developed. Don't believe me? Think about the last time you went out cruising. You walked into the bar, there were a dozen men standing against the wall. Within the first few minutes you decided that one or two of the men were possible sex partners, what allowed you to make that decision before you ever spoke to them? Stereotyping. You have an image in your mind which is the 'perfect' partner, it may be a cute blond twink or an elderly leather daddy. It doesn't matter what the image of your partner is, until you speak to him and humanize the image all you have to process is the physical being and how it matches what you believe the stereotype to be.

In one quick flash your stereotype might be destroyed. That cute blond boy might be into kink that you never imagined and that Leather daddy might be completely vanilla. So, what am I saying? Let your stereotypes guide you, but don't become a slave to them. When I was twenty-one I had a sixteen year old boyfriend that had five more years of sexual experience than me. He also was more realistic in what he wanted out of our partnership. It certainly was the romantic idea that I had of mansex. I had gone with him that first time because of the innocence I mistakenly seen in his eyes. Happily, he was good for my development including emotional. He is now a grubby mechanic, I bet he is still teaching other guys a lot about themselves.

A slightly more arty foto of Frank.

Balls that you could gather in your mouth and bounce against each other as your tongue rolled over and under them.

Decided to add a few facials to the post. Hope you enjoy.

Resolution

Spent the day hungry for some flesh. Finally around nine PM BFF showed up H&H. Shame he wasn't full of beer, then I might be totally satisfied. As it is we didn't talk much about the recent breach of our "relationship". I hate that word. Anyway he did promise to be a bit more attentive and to work on keeping his promises. Will he? I doubt a skunk can change his stripes. Why do I put up with him? I suppose it has to do with my own insecurities or inertia, I really haven't been able to figure it out. Not for a lack of trying, I promise.

If there were a pledge of fidelity between us life might be different. I can't give an oath that I will remain monogamous nor can he. I have done very little outside of our friendship in twelve years, but, the time is now. Not only have I done a little in the last month, but I am ready to do more if the opportunity comes up.

I hope this works as the gif. I don't know if it will or if I have loaded it correctly.

Yes, Frank would be one of those people that could tempt me to do him.

I finish the night as I hope to in the future with a pair of balls for you to salivate over, I mean that both literally and figuratively. Suck away.

Another one bit the dust

Spent the day living in isolation. After the time I spent being social this last month I decided I should give myself a break and not speak or befriend any soul. Fortunately my dog was with me so I didn't stark raving mad. Why do the British say starkers? Is the full idea too much to fathom?

That was not a complaint by the way. I enjoy being by myself most of the time. Perhaps that is why I enjoy photography that shows men satisfying their own urges, I'm not talking about masturbation. Self-sucking and drinking one's own piss have a fascination for me that I have never tried putting into words. I don't think I have ever tried to understand the concept behind the actions that I find so exciting. Too exciting if you must know the truth.

I would gladly lick out his pits before moving south.
The nibs are a little on the large size for me, but I would like to run my hands over his chest and see how excited I could get him.

Two guys that really know how to enjoy themselves. A flow of piss from that distance is not the intimate feeling of piss directly from the tap. But each to his own.

Frank sometimes leaves a little to be desired.

Especially when he's followed by a dick like this or I'm in the mood for a hot golden shower.

Let me leave you with a pair of balls that look as enticing to suck as most dicks. Getting tea bagged would be so much fun. I doubt I'd move onto his dick before he was ready to unload.

I'm Baaack!

Well, I'm back from my visit to the family. It could have been worse, but I didn't do much except spend too much money gambling. It had been a few years since I'd seen my mother and siblings. There weren't any major arguments or fights, but the tension was thick enough to need a machete to clear away. For a week I was nowhere near a computer, or pictures of naked men. The withdrawal was as painful as if it had been time without dope or alcohol. I did have time to think about what I was doing writing a blog that was mostly fotos taken from other blogs. I intend to change my format, less fotos more chat.

One of the best parts about being away is that I got a break from dealing with my fellow AIDS survivors. I know my efforts are necessary to others' continued survival and their quality of life. Yet, there are days when I wish the burden was shifted to someone else. I say that then I add to the burden I carry by allowing myself to be drawn into the fight to prevent the spread of HIV. I must be partially masochistic, allowing myself to be used that way. There is something in the family genes that puts us out there volunteering to help others. A brother and siter both volunteer to help disadvantaged individuals. Where the gene came from is in question, neither of our parents is that way, nor were our grandparents. Just like a quote I saw in answer to a recent question about AIDS, I blame Kennedy.

Ask not what your country will do for you, but

what you can do for your country.

What changes are in store. I am going to see if I enjoy giving you one foto of a mixture of looks, pits, pecs, piss, balls, interesting dicks and Frank. I will probably break the pattern from time to time and post some thematic fotos, whether they be by color, strangeness, self-service, questionable activities or b&w. I don't want to be required or expected to follow too many rules as I engage in giving you my thoughts.


This reminds me of myself at the Hot and Wet weekend. I'm glad that EZ enjoyed having his hole washed with a hot load of piss. I will remember you, guy. Give me a note.

Frank, some of your fotos are very enticing, like this one. Others are not at all interesting or erotic. I hope your eye gets better as you start to mature, don't let the really bad fotos out on the net. They denigrate your name and image.

After some illegal substance I would roll on my stomach and beg for this.

Lick. Lick.