It's All Bout the Fucking - But There's More!

When all is said and done, for me, it's about the fucking. But there are a few extra things along the way that are probably worth experiencing. Just to give some light and shade to a rock-solid hard root.

He's lying on his back. You're sucking on his sweaty muscular foot - it's warm and resting on ya pec. And you've got some toes in ya mouth. The taste floods ya consciousness.


You work ya tongue between his toes and go down the soft white-skinned soles.


But you've got fucking on ya mind. So ya flip him over and bury ya face in between his big fleshy buns ... to suck on his hole ...


... to get it ready for some fingering ...


... which gets it loose and real ready for fucking ...



You're ready to root - can't wait any more. Heart's pounding with anticipation. And ya quickly get ya arms around his legs. And his legs up. Feel his feet wrap round ya biceps. The warmth of his furry calves against ya forearms. And ya slowly pull him down the bed to ya dick and start to push it in. Feeling every centimetre getting hot and wet.


And finally the base of ya cock is gripped hard by his strong sphincter muscle. Ya balls tighten and rise as he increases and loosens his hold. The smell of his lube-covered hole is driving you crazy. And the musky aroma of his feet and sweaty legs.


Ya pull out and his hole stays open. Nearly makes you blow.


And finally ya do.


And the sight of ya cum and ya still hard dick curved up makes him wanna jerk off. He blows load after load over himself. Ya hold his legs open, thinking ya might just shove ya cock back in so it can feel him shooting.




He finally lies still and the last spurt just dribbles over his hand.


So grateful ya roll ontop of him, and slow and deep kiss his cum-covered face.


He takes hold of you firmly by the shoulders. And pulls you closer. And more into the kissing. And ya wanna fall in love with him.

But then he wraps his legs around ya waist. And rubs his feet on ya buns. So ya decide to wait 15 minutes and just do him again.

And ya don't shower for a couple of days!

Jason and Lethal Weapons

Just love the way Jason lolls back on his gray velvet couch - so availably and invitingly:


And having a thick solid cock and big heavy balls kinda draws me in a bit too! As well as armpits that ya can pretty well 'taste'.

This taste factor is again in evidence in the next pic, but now as an allover-sweaty-bod thing. Yum. Starting with the pits. Licking down to the heavy dark bush. And rolling him over, opening his buns, and mouth into his crack and sucking on his wet musky hole.


To add to all this ('but there's more') is a great knobby head on his dick. Not quite in the Kurt Stefano league, but somehow equally/more succulent-suckable:


I'm not quite sure what it is about this next photo that makes it so erotic. Probably the frankly sexual expression on his face. Though it could be the closer-up of his crotch. Or both.


Another lethal weapon that Jason (only occasionally) unleashes is a killer smile. One of those that crinkle his eyes into equally dangerous sexiness, and produce dimples that must be illegal somewhere in the world:




It's one of those grins that put you into long slow kissing mode - instantly.

As well as other far more carnal modes.

A duality that I'm going to try to achieve at all times from now on - both socially and sexually!

The Trusty Fly Swat

As the poet Emily Dickinson (1830-1888) said, Americanists will hear a fly buzz when they die.

Well, I heard one but determined to reverse the situation. When I heard that fatal sound late last night!

The question was how to achieve this? When suddenly I remembered an almost forgotten technology - the fly swat! So without any possible hope of success, I was off to my local after hours convenience store. And there it was! In the laundry section. Aerodynamically perfect and in a fab green washable plastic. This is a photo of the actual swat!


Now, this ingenious invention has many unspoken qualities.

It's real eco friendly - no more nasty ozone-depleting fluorocarbons.

And a great exercise substitute. Something to vary your upper-body regimen of bench presses, bar raises, and so on. But remember, you need to swap hands half way through your repetitions for balanced development. And there's the added advantage of getting an aerobic work-out. Rep's can be recorded alongside insect fatalities as notches on the handle.

Regular and vigorous swatting has two not-immediately-obvious side-benefits. The improvement of your tennis service. And your spank-the-monkey technique. With both, you'll impress by your new-found ambidextrousness!

Dying

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.

The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable, —and then
There interposed a fly,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
could not see to see.

Andras Garotni

Funny how the elements emphasized in a photograph can affect what you imagine your body parts focus to be. I am now completely balls-oriented ... after having seen the Andras Garotni image below. Or is it the other way round? Am I projecting my obsessions onto what I see?

What has my total attention is their big solid fleshiness and the way they bunch up under, and are almost cantilevered out from, the base of his cock. They seem to be defiantly putting themselves out there for general attention. And this projection without any hint of a balls version of the wonder bra. How is that possible?

A couple more in the same vein:

And, by the way, this voluptuous fleshiness is not restricted to Andras's nuts.



I've done a lot of gym and where most guys fail badly is in the below-the-butt department, and particularly from the knees on down. Absolutely no problems here! The arse and calves are to bury your face in and drown. Not to mention his muscular shoulders and forearms.

Andras's cock is not gargantuan but its size relative to his balls some how makes it, for the moment, the best dick in town to get down ya throat. Which is partly a color issue - pale creamy shaft and pink head - yum!


While I looked at the next few, it occurred to me there's something infinitely sexy (in a non-sleazy way) about the way touches himself:





But I think this is really as much to do with the sweet, open and inviting expression his face. Which it must be said also has all the same amazing physical qualities as the rest of his bod. And to which must be added, the beautiful sculptural quality of a square jaw, sensuously slightly hollow checks ... .

Did I mention the eroticism of the hair on his chest? And the snail trail? And the thick dark bush? I could go on. And on. But won't. Just enjoy ... in silence!

Blond Erotica

I have a reaction to this guy's face that is exactly the same as the one I have to Mikal Janos's cock and balls! Who'd have believed a face could pack such a seismic erotic punch. Any other photographs are just a bonus!

To be specific, it's full downward turned pouting mouth. And the tough crystal-clear hazel eyes ... framed with dark lashes and firmly shaped brows. The flawless golden skin. And of course the long silky blond hair.

But there's more ... the sun-bleached golden fur on his forearms ...


... and the slight fuzz of dark chest hair ...


... and the firm chubby buns that open to a deep (tongue-seeking) crack ...


Just ... perfect. Apart from the fact that there are no dick shots. Unless anyone has found any?

Needle and Thread Cartooning - The Bayeux Tapestry

Cartooning has an ancient etiology. It allows for pictorial transmission of the religious, political, social and other messages of a culture particularly to those not literate. And over the ages has involved various forms from ancient Egyptian temple base reliefs, through Medieval stained glass windows and wall tapestries, to Renaissance frescos and beyond to 'The Far Side' of Gary Larsen.

Now, I wanted to play round for a bit with the justly world famous Bayeux Tapestry, which in fact is not a tapestry at all, but an embroidery of stitched woollen yarns on linen.


Its origins are uncertain - some suggest it was crafted in Kent in England. Now in Bayeux in north west France, it first appears in written records in 1476 as an entry in an inventory of this city's cathedral treasury as 'a very long and narrow hanging on which are embroidered figures and inscriptions comprising a representation of the conquest of England'.

It was probably commissioned by between 1070 and 1080 by Bishop Odo for his new cathedral at Bayeux, the church being completed in 1077. The tapestry was to commemorate the victory in 1066 of William the Conqueror (Ode's half brother) over King Harold at the Battle of Hastings. And to legitimize William of Normandy (in France) as the new ruler of England. The bishop subsequently also became Earl of Kent, hence the proposed origin of the tapestry.

The panorama of scenes of the work (including 11 Hastings battles) is accompanied by a Latin text, and bordered above and below with a band of often symbolic imagery, all of which has helped the rise of an impressive scholarship around the 70 metre embroidery. Each scene can now be identified, along with its actual participants (from the border heraldic emblems). And other iconography can be decoded.


Two of the most famous protagonists are of course King Harold Godwinson and King William the Conquerer, both shown in kingly mode:



With the transferring of kinghood being achieved by the Harold coping one in the eye with an arrow, as in the renowned scene below. Well, famous at least for school persons reading books designed to give the Norman (as opposed to Anglo-Saxon or other) view of history.


This scene is followed by the lesser-known but moving pre-burial scene of Harold:


There are lots of nice juicy battle scenes, which give a clear picture of how such conflicts unfolded, what weaponry was used and what protective armour and other clothing worn and so on - so great for social history:




And heaps of other stuff.

But the one thing I find most fascinating is the recording of the 1066 appearance of Halley's Comet. I particularly love the sense of wonder on the observers' faces (all those down-turned mouths!), as they point towards the heavens in the second image:

So as well as all else, this astonishing object documents the state of scientific knowledge at the time.

This is not to say that the tapestry is necessarily to be taken as an accurate record of all things it portrays. It is primarily a bit of propaganda to write (and re-write) a new Norman history for the island. But with this in mind, it has lots to say about the Romanesque world on the C11.

Formalism in Black and White Photography

With respect to color photography, black and white images seem at times to engage in a kind of formalism that is seen by some as natural to the mode itself - an inherent 'art' expression. And, if not intended by the photographer as the subject of the photographic discourse, such formalism can lead to work that is a bit mechanical and self-consciousness:




Though these next two photographs almost get away with it!



Though can't say I've sat on a stool or laid myself out on a bed quite like this. Well, not in life ... but maybe in my imagined world of myself.

This phenomenon seems particularly the case with the close-up, and the closer-up:






These images are successful I hear you say, yep you bet, but no so much as art, but as triggers for sensuality. And thanks be for that!

Much the same kinds of arguments can be drawn for lighting as for formalism in terms of the arrangement of shapes. With examples of dramatic chiaroscuro being:




No absolutes here, just playing the odds with coloreds. And of course there are innumerable counter examples.

Having said all this, I must confess to a real love of the sorting out formal values, be it in a drawing, photograph, painting, whatever. So organizing a hot bod to bring out it's full erotic possibilities seems a pretty worthy pursuit. Not to say a damn good idea!