MICROSCOPIC I

I spy with my little horny, perverted eye ... hot guys in the background worth fucking watching! I'm obsessed with that GLIMSPE ... what was that??? I think I saw something HOT in the corner of my goddam AYE!

 

I said AYE! There be something I done see there, in the corner of my goddam AYE!

 

Please ... look more closely ...

 

Aye dem told you aye'd seem them hot guys there in them pics u'd be showing me er! You dun see 'em? Look wit ur goddam dam ayes boy. Them right ther ... just like aye seen 'em. Lurkin' em them background those pics. Waitin' b seen.

 

What you see boy? U tell me boy. U seem 'em hot guys there all cropp'd up in that pic but ain't that v'sible? Ain't that CLEAR boy? Well aye seem 'em. AYE see em dam clear boy! Them be makin' me jizz ALL LIKE GOTS NO FUCKIN ... lemme fuckin' tel u an u ain't got no jizz like aye got em' her boy. Aye'd be sprayin' fireman ... your asssssss be jammin' me jizz just goin' on u nonstop boy...

 

What u see ther boy? U see 'em off in the distance, wantin' u ... waitin' for u, lustin' u, DESIRIN' U. Yeah aye see 'em al right. They'd be wantin' me FUCK TOO, 'cause aye know aye got more to offa ...

 

'Cause it AIN'T - NO - FUCKIN' - COMPETITIN! Aye see em guys in them distance ... lookin' me, spyin' at me, lustin' me, like they'd lust u never the fook befor lik 'em lust me. U think u got that too? C'mon, aye got them 10 times on u now!

 

Aye ain't no newbie. Yeah aye can do 'em fuckin threesum wit u. Now u go'on now, get that guy, brin 'em back we gon have some fun rit now. Aye be waitin' on u ... my penis b ready, and U B goddam ready too! Aye know u want me, and he b wanting me too ... the guy u dem bring back here the fuck NOW! So get on n cum back somethin' good ...

 

U think 'em dick her got all goddam time to wait on u boy ... my jizz be ALL OVER them window sills time u come back wit them hot boys workin' on me ... already be jizz'd, u'd clean them mess all up n here boy ...

Celebrating HOT BODIES - BACK EDITION 1

Celebrating hot bodies - BICEPS edition 1

BICEPS!!! Here's an exposé of my BICEP FETISH. Guys who look awesome from the side angle. I've always considered big strong arms the ultimate definition of muscularity. After all, chests can't lift weights, it's yours arms that do.



...... Wrap me in the warmth of your manly arms and hold me close ... I'll wrap my lips around your d ... and make you cum close too.

 

Flex your power guns for me, let me see them guns pop! My MOUTH will encase your trembling rifle, and it will flex and tremble in my mouth too ...

 

Pop your guns blow! Your silver white bullet hits the bull's eye, the back of my throat is YOUR dartboard. You haven't missed, I felt the shot. Thar she did she ever fuckin' blow! 'Cause when you said you were going to fire, I FELT your hot fire.

 

Take both your guns, take control my of head, shove your fuckin' rifle all the way to the very, very back ... keep on pressing the trigger ... give me the rest of your fuckin' shot dammit ...

 

Bullet disappears, into my abyss. And your strong hands relinquish their GRIP and CONTROL of my head.

 

Slow motion watching you fall back, your guns retracting their aim, to rest behind your head. You rest quietly looking at the ceiling (I see you see the moonlight and the stars), heavy breathing yet your calm descent ...

 

I ... NOT resting quietly, desperate for air, resurfacing from the abyss and watery depths of my own fucking saliva ... gasping, choking, coming up to surface ... as your vessel emerges from my abyss - to float back to sea level.

 

My throat STINGS of your sea salt, while I look at you with your guns behind your head, resting quietly, looking at the ceiling. Moonlight illuminates your face. You are distant, but near. NEAR is YOUR VESSEL still trembling, COVERED with remnants of your sea foam.

 

And I look further out sea for any sign (from you) ... your guns are rugged and defined cliffs I see in the distance.

 

I hear your distant breathing, and it draws me to your shoreline, where I must inevitably return ... for my shelter. I arrive and your guns respond, the mountains descend upon me as my cheek rests on your soft sand, your chest is the beach where I will sleep this night.

 

Your shoreline cliffs CHANGE their landscape, and are suddenly all around me, and offering of shelter. I hear the last soft blows of your wind, and then I sleep in your warmth. The last breath is my own, as my eyes close.

 

This night ... the last sensation will be my soft lips, rested against your loaded rifle. Your guns WILL protect us throughout the long night. I am sure, and I know.

More chest celebration - 2

SYNOPSIS: (for those who care)

1) Hunk to Fuck. He's got a bigger than life hunky sized body, that's for sure! He's the football player enormous build bouncer checking you at the door, that those in line have the pleasure to inch towards his massive body as the line progresses. I would bounce on top of this bouncer.

 

2) Top Stud, the stud who I want to top me. This guy has got EVERYTHING going on, gorgeous, dignified handsome face with big movie star smile, broad shoulders you'd grip on to, long athletic arms, perfect tan, and perfectly proportioned smooth chest. He is the all American dream of living the life, and looking GOOD while at it.

 

3) Guy you'd see way in the distance that's secretly got you hard. Everthing works for me - he is totally my type. Cute baldie, looking masculine with sunglasses, COMPACT SOLID BODY. He's the type of guy I wouldn't be able to guess what's going underneath the shirt, but once off, I would be all on him, or infront of him on my knees. He seems like a fun muscular toy to play with. A good fuck body.

 

4) ADMIRE-MOI! I love how this guy's just poses and stands there all rugged and hot while some lucky person snaps a photo. He's not cocky: the pose, both arms at side, the slight smile - that's all natural at-ease confidence, and what I look for in the bedroom too! From his goatee to the curls of soft hair on his chest, just delicious!!! And I am amazed at the squareness and the symmetry of his body, his pecs are perfectly spaced, and the whole width of his torso is really balanced out. His chest is truly a portrait.

 

5) He's the rockstar who can rape me. Love the whole get-up with chest-exposing-vest to reveal SUPER, SUPER TONED flat rock-hard pecs (How'd he get those! What exercise!), and passing by shot of him strutting off somewhere with rockstar swagger. Love how the vest grazes in the most subtle manner his nipples. I do love pale skin and tattoos for some reason. It's just very raw and biker-ish.

 

6) Look at the adorable face - and then POW ... BODY TOO! Everything is pow-pow-pow about this guy's hot bod. Mmmm ... I hope he's a top. I'd like to move a stand-up mirror infront of the bed, and see him (and his bod!), working on me from behind, pumping me and getting to see different areas of his body flex and tighten with every thrust.

 

7) Man on a mission - hopefully on a search for his next bottom, and hopefully that being me! Perfectly flat stomach, super broad undeniable RIGHT THERE chest ... naturally a tall big type guy I would presume - who's sheer masculine force, yes ... I will submit to. If there was a website called Anonymous Tops.com, I'd hope he post a profile.

 

8) Head Turner - do what you are doing, just stand, chat with friends, LOOK HOT! Porn star studly good looks, 10 outta 10 ... put him on the cover of something. He's got a long muscular torso, and he would like great in variety of poses, especially hands behind head! It's kinda a juxtaposition though, super cute boyish face, and then bam, my body is made for porn too (BEST OF BOTH WORLDS). And that is a REAL BICEP there. To gush even more, I also love the side profile of his face, his partly shaven head, would love to run my hand down his sideburns ... gently to caress beard ...

 

9) BODYBUILDER - MUSCLE ANIMAL - GOD. Just ... WOW! You almost need to check your eyes - they can't be THAT MUCH in focus. Yes, he is in leather, but his body is really perfect enough to be in bodybuilder magazines, great face too! But aside from being so muscularly perfect that it kinda scares you, I view it as being muscular art perfection. Delicious pecs (ALL MUSCULE), the whole stomach seems to be one muscle entity, and THOSE ARMS DUDE... coarsing with adrenaline even when their totally still. Like a twitching veiny penis, blood circulation good, ready to shoot.

 

10) Despite the little bit disturbed look on his face (likely just squinting in the sun), I put this YUMMY INNOCENT CUTIE here because he's got baby soft flawless skin and complexion, COMBINED with an ultimately perfectly proportioned physique. He reminds me of the type of guy who was already born with good proportions, and then just with a little workout ... body becomes PERFECTION. He doesn't need to be a muscle freak, please give him underwear modeling contract!

 

11) Last guy here, gorgeous masculine face, his smile SPARKLES completely through this photo, and his CHEST IS ALSO SMILING at us. Broad beautiful pecs, washboard abs, if only one of his nipples would wink back at us. He does look a little bit like a spartan warrior, but the shot is totally a celebrity section party life gay magazine paparazzi pic, and he looks like a hunky superstar.



Celebrating HOT BODIES - chest edition 1

If these chests would be on my dinner plate tonight, I would LICK the plate CLEAN! I've outlined the features that had my dick standing upright and my insatiable appetite for hot chests going! Bon appetit tout le monde! Cheers to chests!

 



Debunking Douchebaggery (misc. post)

Douchebags are HOT!

The definition of a loser has morphed over time. This day and age, you’re really a loser when your photo is shamefully posted on one those hate websites, headlined by ‘DOUCHEBAG’, with a string of hater comments ridiculing the outfit you wore to the club, whether you dared to flex a bicep or let the world know you got tribal tats ... and of course, the gratuitous exposition of your six pack and awesome pecs (that we didn’t expect on that body type or size, wow!). For these days, pulling shirt up to reveal chest, makes you an automatic douche!
 

But really? Once a term for flashy hetero men who try too hard or who fail at trying to try too hard, now ... also a term for females (yes, douchey baguettes!), and now finally ... for gay men too!



But, does the concept of the GAY douchebag REALLY exist in our community? For the gays, hasn’t it always been about opportunity ... who am I am sleeping with next? If we cast off other guys so easily as scummy steroids muscle body obsessive druggie douches ... aren’t we just eliminating right off the bat a whole bunch of potential hot hookups? Social competition and haterism is definitely a construct that straights preoccupy more with. Any dude having a douchey online profile is actually kind of hot in my opinion – yeah here’s his douchey but hot pic, he was a good fuck too!



Point: Douchebaggery does not apply to the gay world. Leave that for the straights. If straight men are so easily deemed douches, then all gay men are therefore too, just based on the way we party and the overtopness we project.

 

But we’ve never had a problem with it really. Overt male cockiness and unprecedented egoistic me-ism (one of the many traits of being a douche, aside from certain stereotypical attire, hand gestures, or facial expressions), is actually pure unfiltered HOTNESS to the gays. But now the thing is ... gay photos are being appropriated and placed on straight hater websites with douche captioning. Hey, aren’t these REAL gay men at REAL gay parties, not straight hetero men acting douchey in a gay sort of way? We’re not all douches just by a photograph or for posing in a party pic.



And what about real gay porn stars mistaken as douches? There’s no douchery therein, cause isn’t that what they do for a living? There’s a certain element of self-promotion in being a douche. Isn’t that expected as a model, actor, pornstar?



And what’s wrong with a little self-obsession? Très NORMAL in the gay world. Self-obsessed muscle hotties don’t give me a douchey feeling, they can put their douche where I want it! But while we’re jacking off to muscle narcissist’s pics online, others are undoubtedly hatin’ and reposting their photos under negative light, condemning their goddam right to flex their muscles and pose for the camera, reveal defined chests and bicpes they’re PROUD to have worked so hard for, show us various stages of their muscle development in glorifying photos each showcasing different angles of their body, and at the end of the day ... how they look GOOD with their wife beaters and accessory chicks when they hit the club.



So I say just jack off and don’t hate. Yes, he looks a little douchey with whatever he is doing with the hockey cup, but wow ... mmm ... nice body ... douches do your shirtless beer games all you want!



Yes, surrounded by girls automatically risks being douche. But it’s not the number of chicks, it’s the number of abs I count!



Hanging out with douche buddies also multiples your douche factor, but more chance that at least ONE will remove his shirt.

 

Thank god the world is full of hot douches of all kinds ...

Comfortable being outdoors ... not so easy ...

Now back to my night at Club Soda, Bal en Cuir ...

I had an awesome time that night. Club Soda is an old theatre converted into an all-purpose entertainment venue, and is located at St. Laurent Boulevard, intersecting with St. Catherine Street.

 

 

It is quite the jumping hot spot on a Friday or Saturday night, with late night fast food, some been there forever bars, and as well several strip clubs too. That night, I asked staff there whether there was a back patio area where we could smoke - they said we could just step out to the front. Imagine that, all these NEAR NAKED LEATHER MEN just standing outside, right on busy St. Laurent Boul. with so many passers-by gawking and giggling ... WTF is that event all about it??? But I guess they're used to it. Montréal is the city of the wildest craziest parties.



 

Here is the venue (below), and as you can see, you would be smoking literally right on the sidewalk with everybody else. Like these various leathermen above, the other guys there outside smoking too were all pretty chill and seemed totally used to it. There is that sense of exhibition part to it, no? But then again, c'mon, this isn't Folsom Fair where everybody is dressed up in full leather entire and we expect that, this is totally public street on a busy Friday night, and not in the gay village either! There could be children for god's sake!!!

 

No, haha, jokes aside, this area of town is a pretty scandalous, red-light, raunchy and rowdy type neighbourhood, and Club Soda was the perfect venue for it! It is the BBCM weekend, and there is crazy shit going on everywhere in the city.

 



Inside was pretty cool, it was my second Bal en Blanc there, so I remembered it exactly as it was. It has a great old theatre feel, and all the staff there were extremely friendly and professional. They handled the event well.

 

 

It reminded me of the leather balls I went to in Toronto. This one (below) was the Beef Ball, organized by Steven Buzcek's BEEF DIP organization. Instead of just pure leather scene, it's kinda a BEARS AND LEATHER type organization. That event also took place at an old converted theatre, The Opera House, way out in the east end of the city, which is pretty deserted actually, but still fun to go to. They provided a shuttle bus.

 

 



These types of venues are great to hold leather parties. They're intimate, and can sardine a whole bunch of sexy hard bodies close together, but also give a big and GRAND industry event feeling to them ... like you're really at a PARTY. And then of course, you need a place that has a dark mysterious feel to it as well, which goes with the kinky underground naughty feel that leather will always have an association with.

 

Honestly, between smoking on St. Laurent Street with taxi cabs strolling curiously, and rather stunned looks from other passers-by who never saw an exposed bum in chaps before before ... AND THEN, being in the RAGING STORM happening inside the club, hot men, the stink of leather and sweat, and the DJ GROUP LUTHER doing this awesome thing with blue strobe lights while gyrating with back-up dancers and jumping into the crowd to dance with us too - was like straddling fantasy and reality ... losing consciousness of everything, and letting the dance beats and the drugs bring you to different dimension.

 

Me, I can't just wear leather. I need to be drunk and high. Then me and the leather go off to a different place ... and I fly.