Call It “Trucker Fuckers”
Friday, December 6th, 2024 -- by Bacchus
“Tell me the plot of an entire porn shoot using only a single G-rated photograph.”
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Hurray, Hurray, The First Of May
Wednesday, May 1st, 2024 -- by Bacchus
There’s an ancient pair of couplets that goes like this:
“Hurray, hurray!
The first of May!
Outdoor fucking
starts today!”
Noted wordplay expert Willard R. Espy in his book Another Almanac Of Words At Play says this is a modernized version of an older folk verse, thusly:
“Hurray, hurray!
The first Of May!
Hedgerow tupping
starts today!”
But, sadly, hedgerows have fallen almost as far out of fashion as that venerable word “tupping”, which anciently referred to the breeding of sheep, but had already become a synonym for “fucking” by Shakespeare’s time.
In honor of this venerable holiday, I offer some anonymous 20th-century outdoor gay orgy art:
Be sure to click the artwork to embiggen it — something that works more often than most people seem to realize here at ErosBlog.
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Steamboat Willie Up The Butt
Monday, January 1st, 2024 -- by Bacchus
People on social media have been losing their minds yesterday and today over the fact that the first Mickey Mouse cartoon Steamboat Willie has finally fallen out of copyright and entered the public domain. Dirty minds keep asking “when do we get the Steamboat Willie porn?” Which is a perfectly reasonable question, only I know my Rule 34 better than that. So I spent the last 24 hours delighting and amusing (which is to say, torturing) these social media questioners with this raunchy manga image:
The artist is said to be hentaib2319.
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Pornocalypse Comes For Your Gay Apparel
Saturday, December 30th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
The Bowdlerization news out of Florida is some real Mickey Mouse #pornocalypse bullshit:
Word comes to us that, in a new holiday stage show at Disney World that features Mickey and Minnie Mouse singing the Christmas Carol “Deck The Halls“, the gay apparel we all know and love has been taken out and shot by Disney’s songwriting prudes. The new line, and I am not making this up, is “don we now our cozy sweaters.” As John Russel, writing for LGBTQ Nation, somewhat drily notes:
The omission of the word “gay” from the traditional song is, of course, notable given the context in which the show is being performed. Florida, where Walt Disney World is located, has been at the forefront of a wave of anti-LGBTQ+ legislation sweeping state houses across the country. Last year, Republican governor Ron DeSantis signed into law the “Parental Rights in Education Act.” Commonly known as the “Don’t Say Gay” law, it originally banned classroom discussions of sexuality and gender identity at certain grade levels but was expanded this year to cover all grades.
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Art Fuck
Friday, August 18th, 2023 -- by Bacchus
You know the old saying “I don’t know much about art, but I know what I like?” Yeah, this guy knows:
According to BJ’s Gay Porno-Crazed Ramblings, this photo comes from a 1986 issue of Mandate magazine.
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Gay With Midol
Monday, January 24th, 2022 -- by Bacchus
I am old enough, just barely, to remember a time when there were elders and Middle-Americans so innocent that they still used the word “gay” in its “happy, joyous” sense. But not, boldly and extravagantly, in print:
I found the vintage advertisement so cheerfully proclaiming Sally’s transformation in the pages of Redbook, specifically the July 1958 issue.
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Human Wine Decanting
Saturday, January 2nd, 2021 -- by Bacchus
File this under “People will do anything if the tips are good enough, even when they probably shouldn’t.” Using your own bladder as a wine decanter, why not? Well, I’ll tell you why not. “Septic shock” is why not!
That’s from here:
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Lonely And Gay In Winter
Saturday, December 26th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
We’ll never know this man’s whole story. But he’s gotta be some combination of hard-up, lonely, rural, closeted, desperate, and/or wracked with cabin fever:
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Gay Office-Sex Shenanigans
Wednesday, November 11th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
I don’t know what kind of work the boss was hoping would get accomplished in this office today. But unless one of these buff fellows happens to actually be the boss in question, said boss is in for a disappointment, because I just don’t think the work is gonna happen:
Artist is Cavelo. Not much is known about this prolific gay artist from Los Angeles. His real name is said to have been Leon Carvalho, and his gay porn art career came to an unexplained end in 1985.
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“He Put His Mask On!”
Monday, September 7th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
This fellow (Spence Logan) hit upon a fabulous way of getting anti-maskers to put their masks on. He’s pretending that not wearing a mask is like a hankie-code flagging thing. “That’s how we win, boys, we use their toxic masculinity against them!” Pure genius:
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War: It Sucks To Lose
Monday, February 10th, 2020 -- by Bacchus
I don’t know much about the world of gay stroke books, but apparently in that fantasy space, burly blonde army guys don’t want to get captured by Arab soldiers … or do they?
Artwork is from the cover of Arab Captives (CB122 from Combat Books, 1983).
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Gay Bondage Fumetti
Wednesday, September 4th, 2019 -- by Bacchus
Ever since he woke up, Mario has been reflecting on what a terrible idea it turns out to have been to eat party pills with those extra-friendly dudes he met at the weight room:
Images are from the Italian fumetti publication Serie Blu 23: La Banda Gay.
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Tickling His Friend’s Feet
Saturday, November 24th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
This photo comes from a shoot originally done for a site called My Friend’s Feet, but it’s currently being distributed via Kink Unlimited:
However, it will probably come as no surprise that a dude who maintains bondage stocks in his living room and tickles his “friends” beyond all mercy with an electric toothbrush also gives them handjobs while their hands and feet are tied. That’s a friendly thing to do, right?
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Male Mutual Admiration Society
Tuesday, July 17th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
Some “Edwardian Booty” from Whores Of Yore:
I wasn’t able to provenance the photo in particular, but I did find two more pictures from what appears to be the same photo shoot:
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“Batman, Let’s Play A Game…”
Wednesday, April 18th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
“Holy art museum, Batman! A bad guy has tied up Robin, again!”
Someone on Twitter posted a .gif of this scene that I can’t copy directly (because Twitter destroys gifs) with the observation “I have seen the greatest minds of my generation trying to make Batman heterosexual for 20 years without success.” Longer than that, I think!
Fortunately I was able to find a .gif that Twitter did not destroy:
It’s said to be from the Batman Stands Pat episode of the TV show (1966).
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In The Locker Room
Sunday, February 4th, 2018 -- by Bacchus
In honor of today’s important feetball contest, a locker room scene:
Artwork is a detail, via Kinky Delight and BJ’s Land, of a drawing called In The Locker Room from Spartacus Series F (Football Practice).
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Making Yuletide Gay…
Saturday, December 23rd, 2017 -- by Bacchus
Honcho magazine: making Yule time gay since at least 1983:
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The Kinsey Scale, Illustrated
Tuesday, October 11th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
I found this excellent illustration of the Kinsey Scale floating around on Twitter without attribution. So I did a little research. Turns out the artist is Michael DiMotta, and if you like it, you can buy prints!
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Paying To Be “Forced” To Suck Dick
Tuesday, July 26th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
When the social taboos against a thing are strong enough, it’s not so easy to just ignore them. But we are clever apes; ways and means can always be found. How can you suck a dick and yet not have to be gay? Well, in the mid-20th century, maybe that’s not so easy. But what if somebody stood over you with a whip and made you suck a dick? Totally not gay then, right? OK, cool, now how do you make that happen? Well, you could totally hire a dominatrix and pay her to stand over you with her whip…
Art is by Bill Ward.
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A Whip And A Smile
Friday, February 12th, 2016 -- by Bacchus
When this man shows up with that smile and that whip, somebody’s day is getting dramatically better:
According to BJ, the model is Big John Clark.
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Feathers And A Shotgun
Thursday, September 3rd, 2015 -- by Bacchus
This photograph is six times more fun with the caption it had when I found it on twitter, so I’m gonna just link you!
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Rainbow Bandits
Thursday, August 27th, 2015 -- by Bacchus
I’m all for gayer garments, but I don’t think it means today what it seems to have meant in the 1940s when this yarn advertisement was published:
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A Tender Inking
Sunday, December 7th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
Somebody is tired of his wandering penis, and so they want it well-marked:
Art is by Sean.
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Snow Bears
Monday, January 6th, 2014 -- by Bacchus
If there’s a winter storm happening where you are, then please remember to watch out for snow bears:
From BJ’s Gay Porno-Crazed Ramblings.
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Hunky Lifeguard, 1905
Monday, November 4th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Here’s a hunk of a lifeguard for y’all to perv on:
According to the caption at Shorpy, this is from about 1905 and shows a life guard at Brighton Beach, New York. As Shorpy puts it, “he looks like someone who knows the ropes.” Indeed. Indeed, he does. In fact, I’d go a step further, and say he looks like a Tom of Finland character brought to life.
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The Tickled Electrician
Sunday, September 15th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Tickling his feet is only the very start of the sexual revenge they had on this perverted electrician:
Picture is from the members area at Men On Edge, from a recent update.
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Spanking The Mail Man
Saturday, August 10th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
He bent a “do not bend” postal item, now he’s paying the price at the rough hands of an outraged postal patron:
Artist is the inimitable Tom of Finland.
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Caught Between Two Vibrators
Thursday, June 6th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
You’ve heard of a “buzz kill”? Well, I think this may be the “happy BDSM” opposite of that:
It’s from Men On Edge, so you needn’t worry; Kurt Von Ryder’s undies come off real fast. In the member’s area there’s a good closeup of the same two-powerful-vibrators-on-a-boner game, only with his underwear gone and replaced by nothing more than a thin coat of lube — like this shot from the shoot but in much closer focus.
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Golden Shower, 1979
Friday, April 26th, 2013 -- by Bacchus
Today’s moment of Annie Sprinkle nostalgia:
This morning I ran into a lovely man to whom I gave a golden shower to in 1979 at a gay male orgy. It was absolutely wonderful to reminisce.
— Annie Sprinkle (@AnnieSprinkle) April 26, 2013
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Triplets In Bondage
Saturday, December 15th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
So the folks at Men On Edge went all the way to Berlin to shoot (and toy with) three hunky triplets. Meet Jason, Jimmy, and Joey Visconti, all tied up in an abandoned German warehouse:
Tied up is good. Tied up and blindfolded is better, right?
The obvious next step for your garden-variety recreational sexual sadist is to deprive these fine young gentlemen of their trousers, and then maybe rope their ankles to keep their feet spread a bit. Thusly:
Er… did I mention this was a boys-only party? No? Well, it is. “No girls allowed in our warehouse! Because, you know, reasons. Cooties and stuff.”
“Hey, did we bring the cordless vibrators? We did? Awesome, break those bad boys out, turn ’em on, and maybe we’ll start to get an idea what we won.”
Events take a predictable course from there. Underwear is cut off with scissors, many dicks are sucked. (That last link takes you to a free pic from a the shoot. Most of the images in this post come from the Men On Edge member’s area.)
Fans of excellent facial expressions in porn will enjoy the “OMG what is he doing down there?” looks of concerned concentration the Visconti brothers are sporting in this next picture:
Eventually the triplets are separated and tied to different pillars around the warehouse, for some individualized attention:
Look at that last picture again. I don’t care how straight you are or how vanilla you are or what gender you are. If you were there, you’d spank that too. You totally would. And anyway, he’s enjoying it…
Meanwhile, some old chairs are pressed into use and the individualized attention continues:
Finally, at last, there’s simply no more fun to be wrung from the exhausted, wrung-out Visconti brothers. So they’re left to rest, and to contemplate what just happened.
And to wonder: “Is anybody going to untie us?”
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Military Interrogation Gone Sideways
Saturday, November 10th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
This is your object lesson on why unsupervised military interrogations should not be conducted in San Francisco. One minute everything’s on track, you’ve got your guy standing there scared with somebody’s jockstrap in his mouth, surely he’s about to spill the beans:
And then without any warning at all your oh-so-serious tough-guy interrogator gets “caught up in the moment” and things get seriously twisted with the cattle prod and the forced butt licking:
Thanks to Bound Gods for doing it all wrong, but better — San Francisco style!
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Obscure Gay Porn
Friday, July 27th, 2012 -- by Bacchus
You don’t often see such unambiguously gay porn without also seeing a great wodge of flapping penises. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! But my attention in porn, after all these years of blogging about the stuff, is always drawn to the unusual photographic composition:
Found by BJ, who has been ErosBlog’s go-to source for vintage gay porn since, like, 2003.
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Happy New Year!
Thursday, December 22nd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I’m a week early in saying so, but:
Happy New Year!
Saying it now instead of next week because I’ve been in a bit of a minor funk regarding the progress and direction of our sad old world, and this heartwarming photo is the first thing I’ve seen that actually gives me some hope for the new year:
Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta, left, kisses her girlfriend of two years, Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell at Joint Expeditionary Base Little Creek in Virginia Beach, Va., Wednesday, Dec. 22, 2011 after Gaeta’s ship returned from 80 days at sea.
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Equal Opportunity Nipple Twisting
Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
I believe I have at least a few readers who would enjoy doing stuff like this to the incredibly-buff Dante:
From this photoshoot at Bound Gods.
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“Good Training”
Saturday, September 3rd, 2011 -- by Bacchus
You know those buff military-looking guys who are always going out in the woods. A lot of time they’re even on the government payroll when they do it. They say it’s for “military exercises” or “a training retreat” or “team building exercises” or something sensible-sounding like that. But what are they really doing out there in the woods, where there are no women and the normal rules don’t apply?
You know it — they’re playing capture games. Chasing, hiding, ambushing, wrestling, winning, losing, stripping, getting tied up:
And yeah, the losers pay quite a forfeit too. You know exactly what I mean. Funny thing is, they tell themselves this is not gay. To them, it’s just how you tell the winners and losers apart.
Picture credits: Bound Gods. More in this shoot.
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Bike Boy Gets It Stuck To Him
Tuesday, August 9th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
In my Usenet comics directory I stumbled across some pages from Bike Boy by Zack. Bike Boy turns 18 and goes out looking for adventure. He finds it:
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Blue Eyed Beefcake, Bummer About The Bedding
Thursday, May 12th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Blue-eyed beefcake! From a 1972 Queen’s Quarterly magazine:
As seen on BJ’s Gay Porno-Crazed Ramblings, may they never flag, via Kinky Delight. (BJ is a rock among sex bloggers; he’s been blogging steadily since 2001.)
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The Evolution of Panhandling
Thursday, April 21st, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Gosh, panhandling has sure evolved and changed since the last time I was in San Francisco:
Image credit: Bound in Public.
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Fucked In The Ass: What It Feels Like
Tuesday, March 29th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Here’s my favorite sort of thing to link to on ErosBlog — a passionate and philosophical treatise on a sexual practice that will be unfamiliar to some readers. This time it’s Ryan O’Connell’s What It Feels Like To Get F*cked In The Ass:
I’m going to try to put the feeling of anal sex into words so you can get an idea of how crazysexyintense it is. First of all, anal sex cannot be an on-the-fly decision. If I’m getting fucked in the ass, I need to know way in advance so I can prepare properly. The guy needs to send me a private Facebok event invitation titled, “Ryan O’Connell gets fucked in the ass.” with a set date and time. I can then have the luxury of choosing “Attending”, “Maybe Attending” or “Not Attending.” If I choose to attend, I need to start doing some serious yoga to Sade or Enya. When that’s done, I’ll give a pep talk to my asshole and be like, “Hey babe! I know you’ve been in retirement or whatever, but you need to get ready because something’s coming to an orifice near you. Don’t hate me! You’ll like it. And don’ try any funny business tonight. I’ll be mortified if you-know-what happens!”
Thanks to Sexoteric for finding the link.
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Big Dog, Little Dog
Thursday, January 6th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Arguably, model Dylan Deap was having a complicated day already, when the folks at Bound In Public were walking him in full puppy gear down the streets of San Francisco. And then, just to complicate things more, he met a little dog who was ever so happy to see him! Everything about the little dog’s body language is excited friendly interest…he wants to greet Dylan properly and sniff butts and circle about and hopefully even play a little:
Picture is from this shoot.
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“Why Do I Not Love You Like Her?”
Thursday, December 2nd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
There’s a way to read this…
Nah. No commentary. I’ll just piss people off, to no good purpose. So I’ll just quote you what Roger Ebert says, and let you mull the implications for yourself. You are smart people, you’ll see ’em:
In a disputed translation of the apocryphal Gospel of Philip, found on a Nag Hammadi scroll in 1945, we may read: And the companion of the Saviour was Mary Magdalene. Christ loved Mary more than all the disciples, and used to kiss her often on her mouth. The rest of the disciples were offended by it and expressed disapproval. They said to him, “Why do you love her more than all of us?” The Saviour answered and said to them, “Why do I not love you like her?”
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Fisting: Preparation Is Everything
Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010 -- by Bacchus
This bit of fisting artwork by famous gay artist Etienne is actually a rather brutal crop of the more horizontal piece as found at Kinky Delight:
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A Gay Porn Moment
Saturday, November 6th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
This is pretty tasteful by any reasonable porn standard:
I’m not sure I understand the sexual dynamics of the tableau — he’s what, standing on a log, peeing or jerking off in the direction of the woods while his lover languishes? That earns a big WTF from me. No matter; Molly Ren tweets “I’d claw for that ass” and that’s all the social proof this photo needs to make it onto ErosBlog.
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“Some Gay For You, Little Man”
Friday, June 11th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
One of the perils of playing MMORPGs as a grownup is that they’ll let any random 14-year-old riff-raff into those things. And sure, you can choose your associations, but eventually you’ll wind up in a guild or corp or whatever with some too-young boys who are annoying as fuck. They typically don’t last — not if you’ve chosen a good band of brothers to run with — but they do come before they go.
My latest cross to bear in my favored internet spaceship game is a guy who is so young, he still thinks “gay” is the cool all-purpose negative adjective. He loses a fight? Gay. The other guy runs from a fight? Gay. They patch the game in a way he doesn’t like? Gay. A game item doesn’t have the stats he thinks it should? Gay.
Gay. Gay. Gay. Every third sentence. Gay.
Last night I told gay-fixated-boy “I don’t think that word means what you think it means.” Classical movie reference. Totally before his time. Went right over his head. Gay.
So I found myself totally wanting to rickroll him with some real gayness. I didn’t do it though; I’m not sure if he’s a legal adult or not, and the players are expected to support this particular game’s “T for Teen” rating even if it is boldly disclaimed that “Online Interactions Not Rated by the ESRB.”
But I figured, you know, something from Bound Gods. Maybe something like this:
Gay. Totally. 100% organically-grown San-Francisco-certified pure gay. But not, I think, what this boy has in mind.
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Lift Those Weights Or Else
Friday, January 15th, 2010 -- by Bacchus
If there were ever going to be a gay bondage porn version of The Biggest Loser, it might look something like this:
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Yaoi Divers
Thursday, May 21st, 2009 -- by Bacchus
This reminds me thematically of the ama topless Japanese pearl divers that Faustus and I have blogged about. But I’m guessing it has more to do with yaoi in its origins, especially considering that I found it in that venerable and catholic trove of Japanese erotic illustration, alt. binaries. pictures. erotica. anime:
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Naked Kombat
Friday, March 27th, 2009 -- by Bacchus
NakedKombat.com, the new not-yet-out-of-beta male wrestling site/channel from Kink Men. Is it fighting, or fucking?
A little bit of both, as it turns out.
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Thinking About A Shave
Friday, May 5th, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Farmboyz seems to put a lot of thought into his shaving:
I left the bedroom without answering him. I began to collect what I would need, and that included my thoughts about doing this. Within seconds of his request, I had decided that shaving Jamie would not be much of a turn-on for me, but that I did love seeing the way passion wracked his slender body, making his back arch like the flare of a sunspot, and causing the shaking muscles of his legs to knot. With this in mind, I was curious to see what heightened reactions this ritual might produce. He was calling me from the bed.
“Just a minute. I’m getting some stuff together for this.”
I opened the linen closet and collected my favorite faded soft blue towel in the folds of which you may hear the ocean. In the bathroom, a fresh double-edged Good News razor and a can of mentholated Gillette Foamy. I would need a bowl of water, and once I had selected that bowl and filled it, there would be nothing left to delay my return to the bedroom. I stood in the pantry, fussing over this decision.
I thought about the young man in my bed who was calling my name. I felt as if I were about to be admitted into the last room of him, and that once I had inspected its contents, I’d be slipping out the back door, with no farewells, and with no intention of returning. Jamie might remain with me for days or weeks longer, but there would be distance between us that he would not notice.
I stretched to reach a high shelf, pulling down an old stoneware bowl, the bottom of which was incised with “Ruckel’s Pottery, 1870, White Hall, Ill.” It was glazed with the same cornflower blue of the towel. Men with eyes of this color can own me if they wish. Jamie’s eyes were this color.
I wondered what the previous owners of this bowl would feel about its imminent employment. Sensible women of the heartland. Daughters of the pioneers, preparing simple food grown on their plains, gently hand washing this bowl for decades, keeping it bright and flawless. I saw them with their hands folded in their laps, seated on small chairs in a circle around the bed, around Jamie, who is smiling up at me as I return to the bedroom, his knees drawn up to his chin and his dick drooping like a sprig of lilac onto the dark sheets.
But don’t he write purty?
Well, I Never! (Saw A Studly Naked Snow Angel)
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006 -- by Bacchus
Friends, I grew up in the frozen north country, and I’ve seen some queer sites under the northern lights. But I never in all my days saw a naked snow angel before:
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