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On A Clear Day You Can See Forever was a 1970 film starring Barbra Streisand, Yves Montand with a phenomenal supporting cast that included Jack Nicholson, Bob Newhart and Mable Albertson. The costumes deserve a nod because the modern costumes were done by Arnold Scassi and the period costumes were done by Cecil Beaton... Before it was a movie it was a broadway musical with music by Burton Lane with book and lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner in 1966... it was based loosely on the play Berkeley Square... it's about a woman who has ESP and has been reincarnated. I'm not going to be talking much more about it... but if you have never seen it you should...or even if you have it's worth another look. The reason I'm bringing it up here is not so much that I believe in reincarnation (but I don't really judge people who do) (too much)... but that I think each and every one of us if we have lived long enough then we have lived different lives through the years as we evolve and grow. Anais Nin said "Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage" I've lived by these words...truth be told I still do... but a new ingredient got added to the recipe when I read Cormac McCarthy's book No Country For Old Men in 2005 "You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from".... Something I finally figured out about art (I spent a better part of my youth trying to figure out) is that art is seeing or finding yourself or a window to someplace else that is not you and you have not previously experienced it... it's a lot like love and friendship. I've travelled down many roads and learned a thing or two along the way... oddly I did not always learn it when I should have... for example I just figured something out a few days ago from a situation about... well a long time ago... I sort of scolded myself for not seeing the the truth to the situation and the people involved when the events were unfolding... but with some thought and reflection... I don't think I was ready to face the truth about the people involved until I put all the pieces together a few days ago... but what I did learn at the time (OK, OK it was 1976) is that everything in life can either be art or rubbish... from the way you dress, to the way you keep your house and the manner in which you speak right down to the way you write and sign your name... Someone involved in the aftermath and helped me pick up the pieces and move on said something I still think about every day..."If you want to know what your future looks like then pay attention to the choices you are making today and where you want them to take you tomorrow." All of this boils down to what you believe in and what you dream about will all be reflected in how you feel and how you live life. I'm a big believer in dreams from the ones we manifest from our conscious thoughts and desires to the unconscious ones while we sleep... I think all dreams need attention; some people just write them off... but when you really think about it... while we sleep we go into a lucid coma and can slip through the veil of reality into a place of very complex experiences from our inner thoughts... I've often thought we forget or remember them for very important reasons and it's important to take the time to give some thought and reverence to the ones we remember... the others well... they are lost to time like tears in a rain storm until they come back when it's important that we face or understand what they represent... Sometimes with our life like some of our forgotten dreams or the ones we can't really make sense of initially...we loose our place or direction in the plot of our own story (sometimes for years) because we are not sure who we are or where we are going or what the point is... but then we find someone or something that helps us pick up the thread of the narrative of the story... patience is important sometimes to for the story to make sense again... So here we are and hopefully we have had the courage to step outside of ourselves and our safety zone and live the many lives and meet the various characters in the story and are different people because of the journey...If you remember I once wrote here we can't judge someones entire story by the page we landed on...we have to take the time to learn the previous chapters before we can help write a new chapter. Some people become not so nice different people and all of this goes back to the choices we make today to where we want to be tomorrow... the same holds true for who or what we want to be tomorrow... but we have to start today and sometimes be very disciplined with ourselves not to let people or the events turn good to bad... I've written before and it's been said a million times by other people "Beauty is as beauty does." but you have to really understand that most of real beauty is the way you think... and the sparkle in your eyes and the way you smile... and your ability to make others smile... you have to have inner beauty deep down to your soul... because the way you look is going to fade... but what is deep down is there forever unless you throw it away because you no longer care about it. That being said in the journey so many things have happened that I have not so much forgotten about (because I don't think anything should be completely forgotten ) but put in a box and wrapped in bundles with ribbons and put high on a shelf and not dwelling on the people or the situations involved and moving on... you sometimes need to take them out and reexamine people and things for what they are and painfully what we wanted them to be... probably one of the most important lessons... you can't make people be what you think they can be... they show you very clearly what they choose to be... and ignore that at your own peril...going back to 1976 and what is left from all of it is that sometimes there are really shitty fucked up people and don't try to see a good that is not there. So besides travel and books ... music has probably been one of the most influential factors in my life... and I am grateful that I have been able to make a life and a living from it as a result...in the not so distant future I'm going to write another segment about music... but for now...think about this... music is essentially any note between twelve octaves...12 notes and the octave repeats... music is the same story told over and over in different ways... and how we interpret and hear those notes is what makes it beautiful or discordant...with music you can either forget everything and clear your mind... or remember everything or find something new and fill your mind. I know I wrote this before a few years ago but it bears repeating... certain music or songs will always take me back to certain people and situations or take me someplace I've never been before. But back to the movie... I don't really think that anything happens by coincidence... there is a message from everything and everyone who crosses our path... otherwise they would have taken a different way... or left the story earlier or later... the fact that they are here in our story is that they are here for a reason... with that.. if you knew how difficult it was and what I've had to do to build and rebuild my life ( a couple of times) and put it back together on a foundation of peace and happiness you will understand why I'm very particular at this stage of the story of who I allow to be a part of it. I've talked to a lot of people in the last couple years either on line, or by telephone, text or my favorite (scented letters delivered by the postman) the common theme for most is loneliness...I'm very lucky because I've rarely felt lonely except when I was living and working in the wrong place surrounded by the wrong people... that in my opinion is the worst loneliness next to the people who have outlived everyone who don't feel any sense of connection or belonging the ones who are left... and unfortunately many people decorate the absences and voids with all the things except what is missing... and usually it's as simple as sharing anything that matters with someone else. I had really something else entirely in mind for this segment but as I was finishing my last installment I leaned the news that my closest and best friend (since 1965) had died... and I've had some very difficult days and nights since... in the middle of one of those nights I thought about something Isabel Allende wrote (I'm paraphrasing but) "People only die when we forget them...if you can remember them they will always be with you."... it's one of the most difficult things but we have to not so much learn to live without someone but look for the love and life they left behind inside us. So I woke up recently on a clear day... and I felt I could see forever because a new chapter was starting with a new me... I'm not entirely sure where it's going yet but the beginning of the next chapter is about keeping my worldview flexible so that I'm not suck with the guidebook that worked previously and worrying whether those rules still apply... Thank you for your patience... and for sharing the journey... Well it's summertime again... and I'll be taking my usual break (to hopefully get the things finished from last summer) Whatever you do have fun... be safe... see you in September!

So I am going to FINALLY end this blog post of my birthday trip to Desire Resort Riviera Maya in Cancun. Oh I know it's taken me longer than needed to compose this blog about it, especially after its been a good month & then some after it! 🤭 To continue with where I left off in the previous blog, my man & I had invited Jill & James for a night cap. Both accepted our invite as we welcomed into our suite. Jill & I made our way upstairs & left the men to themselves to get comfortable with drinks & such. I yell down to my man that we would meet them out by the hot tub. Jill & I then proceeded to "help" each other strip out of our club dresses with some typical girl talk. We then looked at each other surveying each other nakedness as we drew closer to each other. Just as we are about to kiss each other, Jill whispers to me that ever since she notice me on the nude beach that she has fantasized about this moment with me. I whisper back to her just as we kiss that I had some fondness for her & that it's just getting started. 😉 Jill & I then play around for bit teasing each other, kissing & groping & then put on bath robes & make our way downstairs to the men waiting for us out by the hot tub. The men greet us with glasses of wine as her & I sit down as all of us begin to converse. After a couple more glasses of wine, both Jill & I begin to get frisky between us & tell them we're going into the hot tub. This is when the men begin to enjoyed what was about to proceed. Jill & I get up taking each other's hand as we made our way to the edge of the hot tub. With one final sip of wine, we untie our robes letting them drop leaving both of us naked in from of them. Slowly make our way into the hot tub & begin to caress, kiss, & grope each other. My gawd I was lost in lust as Jill began to caress & feel me all over my tanned naked body. I could feel Jill reach down with her hand & begin to survey my bare pussy teasingly probing it. I return the favor as we teasing made out giving the guys a show. After a bit this became too much for James as he began to take his clothes off as my man followed. They joined Jill & I in the hot tub as all of us began to make out. After quite a few minutes go by, while my man has me bent over the edge of the tub mounting & fucking me, I look back at him & give him a wink indicating that I want to change it up. He then tells James that it's his turn to have his way with me as my man makes his way over to Jill. I reach down & grab James' fully erect penis as he just had planted Jill & guide him over to me. James & I made our way outside of the hot tub just as I see my man getting ready to fuck Jill in the hot tub. I layed down on one of the loungers & spread my legs in anticipation of James' hard penis! Just before James mounts me he teases my pussy by gently rubbing the tip of it against it. My gawd I was so fuckin horny wanting to feel him inside me. After I sighed a little, James then penetrated me with that gorgeous penis! He felt so fuckin good inside me as he began to ram me with harder & harder. As James is fuckin the hell outta me, I glance over to see my man going to town on Jill as I see him too enjoying the moment. James slows down & pulls outta me only to shoved his penis right into my face. With that I take him into my mouth & begin to suck him. I could feel James place his hand behind my head as he begins to face fuck me! ☺️ My gawd I enjoyed suckin James' dick as he tried to shoved down my throat each time he thrusted. I gagged a couple times trying to take most of his dick in my mouth. He pulls it out of my mouth & tells me he didn't want to yet & was about to cum yet though I could taste a lil of it. 🤤 All 4 of us made our way inside the suite to continue. As we did the guys tell us they want to watch Jill & I fuck each other! 😉🙂 That's all I needed as I grabbed Jill hand & made our way to the couch. Jill & I 69'd as we enjoyed tasting each others pussy which lead to us scissoring (example below)! It's felt so good as Jill & I scissored & exchanged pussy juices. Both of us glanced over to the guys only to see watching us, each of them jerking off! My gawd it had been a while since I've had sex with another woman but Jill is def one that I could see myself fucking again. ☺️ K2ODylV4m-X0inqB.mp4 James & my man joined Jill & I after a bit as it now became anything goes orgy. At one time while on floor while enjoying Jill's pussy, I could feel my man pounding the fuck outta me as Jill had James in her mouth sucking away. Then someone decided it was time that I got what they said I deserved. It seems as though my man decided that it would be a good idea that I get fucked by him & James at the same time. For the record, I have never, never thought of getting or have gotten double penetrated. With my man's penis inside my pussy, I took James' penis up my ass! 😮🤭 OMFG! This was something I could never imagine would ever happen! Both began to ram their penises harder & harder into me! My gawd it felt so fuckin good to feel 2 fully erect penises inside me! I even let out a few pleasure moans of approval as both of them continued to fuck me! Jill kept feeding me her pussy as they fucked me. At one point I was so lost in lust that Jill was holding me down, so much that I had multiple orgasms & cummed. That didn't seem to phase my man or James as they continued their sexual onslaught of my pussy & ass! It got to a point to where I lost it so much that I told my man to pull his dick outta me as I ended up squirting all over! 💦Jill, James, & my man thought it was awesome to see me lose it like that! After collecting myself, both of them resumed fucking me in my pussy & ass. This went on for a few more minutes then suddenly James tensed up & unloaded his semen deep inside my asshole. I could feel his semen inside my ass as he did. I then told my man that James had just cummed inside me which was responded with a smile. After James pulled his penis outta my ass, I could feel some of his semen ooze out of my now well fucked asshole. Then it was my man's turn as no soon as James withdrew his penis, my man filled my bare pussy with his semen as I could feel it enter in me. I let out a pleasure moan as he did. ☺️ After we all collected ourselves, my man & I went upstairs to clean up as Jill & James did the same. While in the shower with my man, I sucked him to get anything left of his cum. We let Jill & James stay the rest of the night as they passed out downstairs. A couple days later I met up with Trent & enjoyed getting fucked really good by his beautiful black penis! 😍🤤 Before & after Trent ramming me with his huge black dick! 😉😍💦

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Rhys is crazy sexy with his hair always on point, his all over body tan, his British accent that sounds a bit rough. All that before he takes his clothes off and start performing. His handsome face is known on both sides of the Atlantic where he has legions of female and male fans who subscribe to his fans account to ogle his lean muscular body and to watch his cum shows which usually involve massive geysers shooting cum onto that gorgeous face if not all over his abs. Watching a hot straight boy work his ass hole and shooting buckets is beautiful reminder of the accepting and sexually adventurous times we are living in. By spreading his ass cheeks for the camera he's also spreading the word that enjoying your prostate on a regular basis does not make a person gay. Rhys is an influencer in the straight community with an important message.. The prostate is a part of every man's anatomy regardless of sexual orientation. Playing with the ass hole and using toys and dildos to increase pleasure and heighten the intensity of orgasms are simple luxuries straight men have been denying themselves out of shame and bias. Enjoying ass play does not make one turn gay. Not just a pretty face but also a savvy busiman and a good content producer who knows his large gay fan base is paying the bills. He collaborates with his fitness model friends to add more naked men eye candy to his archives. He is a top producer with enough subscribers to allow him to tan in exotic vacation spots all over the world. Not bad for a straight guy who makes a living laying on his back.

I I recently posted a quick observation on Twitter that deserves a wider audience of experts if I am to find a satisfactory explanation for what is happening in the porn industry. American Studios like Falcon, Randy Blue, Men and even Sean Cody were once the main exporters of USDA Grade A Man Meat to the rest of the world. We created the American ideal, the muscle Sex God from Mike Branson, Ken Ryker, Ryan Idol, Jeff Stryker in the old days of VHS and DVD whose appeal and legendary status live on today. They are a reference the greatness and perfection of male sexuality and physical perfection. During the early days of the internet, some performers worked under exclusive contracts with studios to become Exclusive Stars and were promoted, while others jumped around for find work, create an identity and a finally a growing fanbase. Some beloved performers retired like Chris Rockway and Connor Maguire while others would still reign at the top of gay porn as today's international superstars: Diegos San, Austin Wolf, Dato Foland, Roman Todd and Griffin Barrows for example have enough fans who subscribe to their Only Fans account that they no longer need to work for the big studios. They make more money through their network of industry stars and rely on cross marketing and producing their own content. The days of exclusive contracts are over and the stars are now competing directly with the studios. Meanwhile, foreign studios continue to invest in recruiting new talent and introducing them to the American market. Many of them come from as close as across the Canadian border while others come from half a world away and almost overnight have have found massive followings which have catapulted them into porn superstardom faster than they can obtain permanent residency. Lucas Entertainment introduced us to Brock Magnus, William Higgins debuted Tomas Salek and then lost him to inferior independent studios. Then Men.com recruited Canadian stripper William Seed who would help keep the studio relevant by starting as an exclusive muscle top and finally gave it up the jig by becoming a muscle power bottom. He would bring along his stripper friends from Stock Bar and introduced the latest muscle sensation Malik Delgaty to American porn fans who have been lacking beautiful muscular man-meat in their diet for some time. Malik is certainly beautiful to look at with his chiseled body smooth and free of tattoos. But on screen, he is a version of William Seed 2.o who does not reciprocate oral and for now only appears as an exclusive top. It is the era of imported muscle gods with uncut cocks who have arrived to be serviced and worshiped by Americans in supporting roles. It's been a long minute since we've seen an American performer with the talent and the goods to compete head to head with these international imports. For a quick second, Collin Simpson was gaining traction as the brand ambassador for new studio Gayhoopla.com, but a fall out has Collin on his own making the rounds at inferior studios and quickly lost his fanbase. Gayhoopla seems to be only studio that invests time and effort into recruiting new talent. As with all studios, some stay while others are never heard from again. Such as what happened at Sean Cody with handsome newcomer Jeb who seem poised for international recognition beyond the studio fans, but sadly he had other plans. America has a huge population of good looking muscle men whose numbers would eclipse the foreign performers, but statistically they are straight men who usually do not find working in gay porn appealing. Those who are open to the idea, live in different pockets of the very large United States and are often discovered by independent porn producers without the means to propose a variable game plan for a lucrative career tempting enough to keep high caliber models from coming back or doing more. We got a one-off from SpunkWorthy who stumbled upon the gorgeous ex-soldier Giacomo for a solo shoot and who has since gone MIA. I also got my hopes up recently for a young stud making his appearance Active Duty where Superstars Quentin Gainz and Markie More started their careers before being discharged to Next Door Studios for civilian porn career. My first thought was that industrious American Muscle Hunks would use the Only Fans platform to do their own thing instead producing gay porn. Brock Cooper is one example of a successful straight man who has both straight female and gay male followers. He does not shy away from the pleasures of butt play and toys on his show, especially since they bring in th the tips, but he will not work with other men live in video shoots. Matt Mason or CreamyGorilla does shows with male and female fans, and briefly gained new audiences through an appearance on Gayhoopla in a solo and a scene on HotGuysFuck. But he's nowhere near the popularity of British import Rhys Sachett or That Tattto Guy who is very clear about being a straight man who enjoys putting dildos up his ass. There are two OnlyFans performers who are young and struggling to make their accounts achieve the kind of success only seen by the likes of Griffin Barrows and Austin Wolf. One is a fledgling model with a perfect face names Levin Conely. and the other many of you already know as Alex Grant. Alex is gay and does it all on camera. he is a sexual glutton who has found pleasure centers on his nipples and a pig when it comes to ass play. His solo clips are low budget handheld iphone captures which have become repetitive as a collection. He has the potential to be a global superstar with the right game plan. Levi Conely knows he is a commodity and teases fans with everything but decent full frontal images or clips. It's hard to build a fanbase or become a superstar if you don't show the goods when so many others out there are competing to do so. Surprisingly, the most successful independent performer who has built a lucrative career overnight through amassing hundreds of thousands of subscribers works with a small independent producer who has closely mapped and managed his star's road to online success. Hunky Jordan from Brandt's Boys who manages only three men is an unlikely poster boy for Gay American Porn. He is ruggedly handsome, self-identified as straight and married and has a short, thick muscular build adorned by some random and most would say awful collection of tattoos. Jordan's appeal is in his country boy personality from small town USA who has a big cock that shoots like a canon, often landing on his hairy face for extra hotness. He was introduced as a straight man who is gradually persuaded by his sucesss from paying fans who tune in each week to see him expand his sexual repertoire which has now included most gay sex acts except bottoming...which should happen in the next year because you can't keep fans waiting too long before they take interest and their subscription somewhere else. Also, to provide more value than just one major star, the site recently introduced a tall muscular ex-military good ol boy names Troy. Troy has a deep voice, a smooth toned young muscular body and a huge cock. But the major appeal here is his believable innocence and lack of experience with gay sex, and the exploration and discovery of gay sex acts by this straight man over time is what the site has to offer. 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I met Bagnold a few times and had tea with her in her garden in Rottingdean, the chalk garden of the play. Her house was built by Burne-Jones and was graceful and disheveled. There was a lawn of chamomile. She had an extraordinary life, a lot of which she tells in her autobiography. I love her novels, The Loved and the Envied, The Squire, The Happy Foreigner about her experiences driving ambulances in WWI, and of course National Velvet, set in the neighboring village of Lewes that she changed to Sewel. She wrote Serena Blandish as a young woman, soon after her marriage. It was published anonymously as the work of 'A Lady of Quality'. With the rise of the Angry Young Men in the early '60s she went violently out of fashion - she was Lady Jones, after all, wife of Roderick Jones the head of Reuters. She said that the theatre had broken her heart.

I'm pretty sure that Chris Noble that was on Survivor said a number of homophobic things on the show but maybe he was just playing the game? I don't know? He was on Watch What Happens Live as the shirtless bartender for one episode. I think he had his shirt off. Andy Cohen's had so many hot men on there as the bartender in the club house it's hard to remember. Although lately he's not had as many as he used to. Maybe because of the pandemic. He needs to up the hot, shirtless bartenders again.

Connery’s Bond embodied the postwar ideal of masculinity, a complex mix of old-fashioned charm and tough virility, loyalty to “Queen and Country”, and relaxed sexual mores. Raymond Mortimer wrote at the time, in his review of Fleming’s On Her Majesty’s Secret Service (1963): “James Bond is what every man would like to be, and what every woman would like between her sheets.” The late Honor Blackman, who played alongside him in Goldfinger, described working with Connery as “romping about on international locations with the sexiest man ever seen on screen”. Connery’s Bond may get his Savile Row suit dirty, but he never loses his cool. Ruthless with his enemies, he’s not afraid of hurting many a female villain who threatens the success of his missions. He’s also, of course, an irresistible lover, able to seduce even those, like Pussy Galore, who claim “immunity” to his charms. Here are possibly the top five Connery Bond films, and why you may want to watch them again. 1. Goldfinger (Guy Hamilton, 1964) A beautiful woman whose spectacular death, and gold-painted lifeless body – remains, for better or worse, one of the most iconic images in the history of the franchise. A squad of female pilots is led by the talented Pussy Galore, whose name is an ironic reference to her sexuality. Goldfinger is a criminal genius, whose plan to make the US gold reserves radioactive in order to increase the value of his own is nothing short of brilliant, and whose laser beam poses a literal threat to Bond’s virility. 2. Dr No (Terence Young, 1962) Set in Ian Fleming’s beloved Jamaica, hints of Sinophobia lurk in the figure of Dr. No, whose Chinese ethnicity is conveyed through the Asian style of the clothes he wears. The first cinematic “Bond Girl” makes a memorable entrance wearing an equally memorable white bikini. But the fact that Honey Ryder also wears a knife around her waist suggests that she’s more than eye-candy. We’re also told she has used a black widow spider to kill an abusive landlord in the past. Just like Dr. No threatens the authority of white British Bond, so Honey represents a challenge to the patriarchal order he represents. She is a new kind of woman, as Andress claims, physically strong and ready to take part in the action. 3. From Russia with Love (Terence Young, 1963) The romantic settings – Istanbul, the Orient Express train journey – and the beautiful co-star, Daniela Bianchi, who plays defecting Soviet spy Tania Romanova, may fool us into thinking that this may be a Cold War “Romeo and Juliet” love story. Tania is, however, less interested in Bond and more attracted to the other tempting luxuries of the West that he may help her achieve. The poisoned blade concealed in the toe of villain Rosa Klebb’s shoe, provides another unforgettable moment in the film franchise, and one that insinuates further doubts about Bond’s invulnerable masculinity. And while at the end of Fleming’s novel, Bond is left for dead, in the film, it is Tania’s quick thinking and good aim that saves his life. 4. Thunderball (Terence Young, 1965) Still, according to Forbes, the highest grossing film of the franchise, Thunderball sees Bond in action in the Bahamas, a place which would remain close to Connery’s heart until his death in Nassau on October 31 2020. As the action unfolds around the beautiful island setting, and its treacherous coastline, Bond’s life is threatened by SPECTRE operative Emilio Largo (Adolfo Celi), and especially Fiona Volpe (Luciana Paluzzi), one of the many phenomenal female drivers in the film franchise – and a woman who is confident enough to ridicule his alleged sexual prowess. But it is the leading Bond Girl, Domino Derval (Claudine Auger), who, again, saves Bond’s life by shooting a harpoon at Largo. 5. You Only Live Twice (Lewis Gilbert, 1967) We may raise an eyebrow at Bond’s dubious transformation into a Japanese man, the patriarchal attitudes towards women presented as traditional of Japan, not helped by the lukewarm performance by Mie Hama, who plays what has been described as “servile Lotus Blossom” Kissy Suzuki, but there is enough charisma between the other female roles in the film, Aki (Akiko Wakabayashi) and Helga Brandt (Karin Dor), to make up for Kissy’s submissiveness. Both die, the latter in a spectacularly sadistic execution in a piranha pool. But Helga also very nearly mutilates Bond with a surgical scalpel and chucks a lipstick bomb at him before parachuting herself out of the plane she has been flying. A “bombshell” she may be, but not on the terms set by the men who try to control her.

You are absolutely correct, ColtMann about age with gay men. I myself have been actually looking for an article, written by any writer concerning the subject of how gays view age, whether joking or not. Example, I was 33 years old, renting some delightful porn in SF. The young guy behind the counter was of course flirting, until he asked and found out my age. "Wow, you're old!" So much for a quick, strange lay THAT night! He was lean, fit, without much fur. Which is unusual for me to be attracted, because I prefer a natural, furry man, yum! I left a bit confused. So for all of these years since, I have been searching the usual rags like Frontiers, The Advocate and others to find out what the hell is this age thing among gays all about. Then, I got a bit pissed one day because no one had told me 'the rules'. Once over 30 as a gay man, you are considered a 'dinosaur'. One then fit for the rest of one's life into a category of carnivore; forever searching for the perfect size 'meat'. It could be called 'bird', 'beef' 'peen', 'arms N' thighs', or whatever. Terms for men that one could either use to play with for hours, then brag to all your 'dino' friends at the local, nightly watering hole, the weekly brunch or the monthly social club. Hmm...it may be time to write a book. ps - (P.S.A. photographers), if you are gonna photograph anyone from below, you know, a kiss etc., please have your subjects (models) clean their noses and chop the corn fields!!! Age may be an issue, but the waving wheat (nose hairs) and boogers can change the viewers entire perspective of your photos (AND their lives after viewing)!!! [Sorry for the P.S.A., ColtMann. I was gonna add a cute photo at the end of my note, but as I was looking at some no-charge photos, I encountered a photo with 'crusteez' aka 'wheat N' corn' inside some nostrils!!! How the heck did the photo let that get past the editing process? I let it go and kept it moving! Much love to you, though! 👣]

playgirl did played a big role in liberating sexuality from men and make us know ourselves.

There is in western society also a certain amount of 'female conditioning' done to boys as they grow up... something quite subtle and mostly consisting of unspoken 'don't-dos' that you're supposed to learn. I never did. I remember being out with a crowd once and feeling lonely so I just said what I thought...that I didn't really want the social fake fun and needed to be spooning it with somebody and getting my cock played with. That didn't go down well. Similarly why are men always supposed to be tolerant / polite / suffering in silence when a woman attempts to 'cook'....usually by slinging some veg in boiling water and putting a poor old piece of meat in an electric oven? My response to this sort of post-world war 2 shit is usually " I want an Italian or fried chicken" plus some swearing. Third you're not supposed to compliment another girl on the size of her boobs if the one that you're out with can hear it. I've never worked out why that is.

Ever since I stumbled across an image of a heavyset bald man (in his 50’s ) complete with a beard and glasses, that had his face buried between the ass cheeks of a slender young blonde boy(legal age of course) with a perfect body, I knew that I had discovered the role I was meant to play. I Only date women, but I am always interested in fulfilling the fantasies of a man twice my age. I’m 33 and have had several long term arrangements over the years since I’ve been 18. I would love to share my experiences as well as hear from anyone else with similar tastes, and also any older men who specialize in having their way with sexy young men that catch their eye here are some pictures of what I find unbelievably sexy, plus a couple selfies that I hope you guys like.

THIS IS PART THE SERIES OF TRUE CONFESSONS FRON INCARCERATED MEN....... When I was 13 I barely had any peach fuzz down there... I was so horny all the time... All I wanted to do was cum... when my grandfather was gone one day... I went out to the barn... there's a pony that was out there and every time I walked by his ... I could see his dick hanging down ...I started jacking off and went closer and I started grabbing it ... and I'm playing with it and I could be the size of it... the head was huge and couldn't fit in my mouth... I started sucking it all the time and jerking off... years later I went to prison ...I was 19 ..secretly I still crave big horse dicks...and the blond hair blue eyes 145lb smooth boy loves worship my cellmate cocks...no one knows it...everyone thinks I'm straight....but I love cock so much. -Leo

Here is another repeat... I'm working on something right now named "Once Upon A Time" and in it I reference this so I thought you should read this first before I post the new one... Stay tuned... I was really torn about the title this week... I was thinking of calling it A Man And A Woman And Me or Un Homme Et Une Femme et Moi! I have spent much of my life in a darkened movie theatre lost in other worlds and alternate realities on adventures and sometimes to escape.... perhaps one of the earliest films that had biggest impact on my life was Claude Lelouch's film A Man And A Woman starring Anouk Aimee and Jean-Louis Trintignat--- I became utterly obsessed with it (I have seen the french and english version and loved both however the adults who dubbed the children's voices were a bit shrill and a titch annoying)... first of all I fell in love with Anouk Aimee and spent the late part of my childhood and early adulthood trying to be just like Jean-Louis Trintignat ( when I finally stopped trying to be him I eventually allowed myself to have a crush on him too) On top of the dramatic romantic story line (I still sometimes hear the music in my head when I am doing everyday activities) I became obsessed with owning a black turtleneck sweater not an overly popular item in Hawaii or LA.... but eventually I found the perfect one ( I still have it ) I also became dead set on owning a 1966 Ford Mustang and driving it in the Monte Carlo Grand Prix (Had the car but never raced it in Europe although I was a spectator several times) One of my best friends from college looked exactly like mlle Aimee and I was driving my red Mustang around town... Life could not have possibly been better in spite of the fact that I looked nothing like Jean-Louis Trintigant and I was in West LA and not Paris. The biggest obsession was...In the movie her character Ann Gauthier was a Continuity Script Girl the title as such no longer exists; now the people who do this job are called the Script Supervisor or Continuity Director--- it's more or less this persons job to make sure that the continuity of film from scene to scene is shot accurately and also to research and make sure that there are no technical or logistic errors--- I become obsessed with continuity and ultimately production values to the point where a few people hate going to the movies with me. Making a movie is a big job and it's not easy. I've been on location, on a set and on a soundstage and on a stage... there are sometimes hundreds of people involved in any given production but it's easy to spot the Script Supervisor... It's the person holding a large notebook and clipboard with a stopwatch around their neck and they are usually only a step or two away from the director. ... to do this job well you have to have an uncanny eye for details for the sets, costumes, props, makeup and hair of the actors to keep the logical continuity of the film accurate... keep in mind that films are rarely shot in progressive page to page script sequence. You have to watch everything from the length of beard stubble to the length a partially smoked cigarette. Above all else it helps if you have done some research on the script prior to filming especially if you are doing a period piece. There are films that are shot partially on location and part on a soundstage at a movie studio... you would be amazed at the attention to detail that goes into a replication... Two such movies that immediately spring to mind are Murder On The Orient Express and The Other Side Of Midnight... I adored both of these movies for different reasons but I was in awe of the detail that went into filming the scenery that was projected to show in the window of the train as if it were actually traveling from Istanbul instead of being shot in a studio north of London.... on the other hand in The Other Side Of Midnight when they projected the background scenes onto the window frames... the projection plates got switched during filming and one sequence you see mountains from a bedroom window and in another scene you see the ocean from the same window.... A few more continuity issues from different movies are... In George Cukor's last movie in 1981 was Rich And Famous... there is a beach party scene being shot in the late 60's time frame and on the beach is a boat with a sail on the mast that was not created until the late 70's. In a scene from Bonfire Of The Vanities Melanie Griffith exits through a door and reemerges in the same scene having had breast implant surgery (How did her boobs get so big in just a few seconds) I'm only guessing they filmed the remainder of the scene on a Monday after completeing the first sequence on Friday.... but seriously I'm the only one who noticed? During the filming of The Wizard Of Oz the length of Dorothy's hair changes three times. When Kevin Bacon is riding his bicycle in New York City in Quicksilver you might actually notice it's San Francisco especially when you see a city bus with a California radio station ad plastered on it's side. When Elizabeth Taylor played Cleopatra in the 60's during filming she passes under a triumphal arch on her way to town... it was actually not built until after the real Cleopatra died. In The Sound Of Music set in the 30's there are orange crates in the town with lettering Jaffa Oranges--- Product Of Israel.... Israel was not founded until 1948. In Foul Play Goldie Hawn is eating lunch with a friend on a park bench and during the sequence of the scene the sandwich goes from whole, to half eaten, to not touched then just one bite taken and then disappears completely. During a scene in The Great Gatsby set in the 20's a 1934 Packard is used as one of the automobiles. Remember the movie Krakatoa East Of Java? Did you know that Krakatoa is actually west of Java? Once they realized the error the film was later changed to "Volcano". I could go on and on with this but one of my biggest issues that I just can't let go of is where the ladies managed to buy false eyelashes (not to mention the glue) in the old west is beyond--- me but seriously where did Raquel Welch find them One Million Years BC?.... OK one more... In Jaws set during the summer... The trees in town are practically bare... it was actually shot in May before the leaves had opened on the trees in Martha's Vineyard... OK just one more... (I promise) when Cybill Shepherd is chasing the train in The Lady Vanishes her high heels become running shoes as if by magic. OK so maybe continuity may not be your thing... here are a few other jobs that you may have wondered about when you watch the credits roll at the end of a movie... Best Boy the Assistant chief electrician. Gaffer the chief electrician on a film set. Grip is someone who does the physical labor during a shoot... similar to a stagehand in the theatre. (The Key Grip is the supervisor of all the other grips)... not to confuse you but sometimes there is also a Best Boy Grip who is the assistant to the Key Grip. Producer think of this person as the CEO of a film in charge of hiring, firing and financing. The Executive Producer is often someone in the cast who was given a bigger piece of the pie as a financial incentive. There are so many people on a film project from the writers and wardrobe and makeup people to the catering staff and the people who are responsible for transportation to the men and woman who do stunt work but before you decide you want a career in film just remember that most are governed by a union and it's hard work with long hours... here are a few more things you might find handy to know... Action... the events that happen in front of the camera. Dailies or Rushes... the film that is shot on one day is usually viewed the next day by key people involved in the production (this is when continuity errors are best caught and deemed necessary for re-filming or shrugged off hoping I won't catch them). Dolly a wheeled platform holding the camera and camera operator so the camera can move forward and backward and side to side (the person who moves it is the Dolly Grip) Establishing A Shot is a wide angle shot of the set or setting often called a long shot Flashback a backward jump in time sequence. Hot Set a set that is being used for filming or is ready to be used. (Lighting a scene can be very complicated... and the lights make the set hot) ... but the term is related to continuity precautions; signs or banners are posted on a set to warn against moving, removing or touching anything on the set so that the shot can be set up the same as it was when shooting resumes. Location is a site for shooting away from the studio. Master Shot similar to establishing a shot and is used to set the scene and before close ups and dialogue that is shot in one shots and two shots that are done separately using the same dialogue and action as the master shot and are often spliced together during editing to create continuity. (Sometimes these shots can be very complicated and tedious to film--- what turns into 5-10 minutes of a movies actual running time can take 8 hours or more to film)... to help put this into perspective sometimes a miniature set is made before shooting on location was more common and/or when it would be nearly impossible or too costly to to shoot it at life size scale... Superman, Lord Of The Rings and most of the action adventure movies where cities or buildings get blown to pieces. Rear Window Miniature Rear Window Studio Russian Village Goldeneye Sometimes it's more cost effective and safer in the long run to shoot in miniature. MOS shooting without the accompanying soundtrack; legend has it that it translates to "mit out sound". (for years I thought it meant Music Off Sequence) Over The Shoulder is a shot taken over the shoulder of one actor toward another actor or of an object in scene to establish a point of view. (POV) Seen through the eyes of the actor. Prop is any movable item other than furniture that is used on a set... hand props are the things carried by actors.. a gun, flowers etc. Production Values the sum total of the mostly intangible factors that lead to the overall quality of a film from the budget to the range in quality of the people who work on the project. Projection Plate is usually a slide which is projected on to a background to create a scene like exterior windows (see The Other Side Of Midnight above) Reverse is a shot taken at about 180 degree angle from the preceding shot. Scene is a division of the films action that can take place in a single location or a series of shots. Wrap as in "It's a wrap" when the filming is completed... (usually there is a wrap party) Kuhio Theatre Before we wrap for the week let me just say I love the movies... I have loved being involved with the filming and I loved spending part of my childhood in a theatre and later when I got older at a drive in... I have some of my favorites on DVD that I can watch at my whim but I do miss some of the places that no longer exist where the magic of the films I watched sparked my imagination and fueled me with the drive to visit some of the far off and far out places that I discovered in a dark movie house eating Junior Mints and Jujubes ( Jujube was my nickname until I was well into my 20's) Next week I'm going to revisit some of the people, and places and things that don't exist anymore. Kailua Drive In So... let's all go to the movies and have fun and be entertained but find some inspiration in the talent, beauty and artistry but believe in the magic even though we now know that... it's only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sea. PS after I finished writing I was thinking about the movie Day For Night It's a wonderful movie by Francois Truffaut with a brilliant cast that offers a rare view behind the scenes while filming a movie.

🏝️🌞 Old Hedo trip 🏝️🌞 (From one of the times my man & I went to Hedo, pre daughter) It was so awesome to run around & enjoy the beach, sand, sun & pool areas completely naked! That plus being able to see so many guys with large well hung penises. So yummy looking! 🤤🙂 Of course having fun with a penis just about everyday wasn't bad either, felt really good at times! 🙂 Had sex just about everyday there with my man, which at times has included some other men & women. Don't think I've had that much sex in a week. Possibly got close a few times during college years at GA Tech. There was a few times that I had fun with multiple penises & being the center of many gang bangs. One time I believe I had up to 5 penises enjoying me! 😊 I recall there was one day my man had went golfing with some of the guys he met & I was alone to myself for awhile. I was covered in tanning oil laying out on one of the poolside loungers working on my already all body tan. Just laying there completely naked 🚫👙 with just my sunglasses 🕶️ on. This was really nice cause it allowed me to discreetly check out fully nude men walking by & to really get a good look at their penis and/or cute butt! There were a few that had a nice large, thick, hung penis. 😉 One guy had stopped by my lounger & started up conversing. He stood mere feet from me as it gave me a great view of his rather huge well hung, clean shaved, smooth penis (his balls looked really nice too)! 🤤 Little did he know that he really got my attention by having no pubic hair & that he was getting me wet as I just laid there naked looking right at his beautiful penis. I told him to move closer, as he did I reached up & grabbed that lovely dick of his. Gave it a few strokes & then took his erect peen into my mouth & began to suck it! After a while he unloaded a really nice huge cum shot 💦 into my mouth! Yummy! I swallowed most of his huge cum shot! His last huge cum shot he managed to unload landed on my firm tanned boobs. I licked his yummy cum off my lips while looking up at him. 😉 He helped me up off the lounger as I mentioned to him that I was going to go into the pool to wash off what was left of his cum shot from my boobs. I asked him to join me as I reached & grabbed his now semi hard peen & lead him into the pool. 😉 We made our way to one of the edges of the pool. I began to splash some water onto my boobs as he began to rub where his cum shot was. We flirted at bit back & forth with each other as both of us enjoyed our pool time together. 😊 After a while of flirting with each other, I had reached down underwater & grabbed his penis. I could tell my his facial expression that he enjoyed my touch. I stroked it a few times & then guided his growing hard on right into my bald tanned pussy. I whispered to him that I wanted to feel his now huge peen inside me. That is all he needed from me as he slowly began to penetrate me. He is huge peen felt so good as it entered me. The length & thickness of his peen drew me into lost ecstasy. 🥰 I uttered out a few pleasure moans as he began pound me harder. He was enjoying this just as much as I was as his hands caressed my tanned boobs giving them a soft yet firm squeeze. I can’t remember just how many orgasms I had while he fucked me with that huge gorgeous peen! I let out a pleasure moan as he unloaded another huge cum shot 💦 deep inside my bald tanned pussy as I could feel the warmth of it as it entered. 😍 He pulled his peen out of me & climb out of the pool & sit on the edge. I made my way back in between his legs & began to play with it. 😊 I was so lost with him as I began to caress, kiss, & lick his peen & balls. His lovely peen became erect again so I stuck it into my hungry mouth & eagerly began to suck him off! 😁 To this day, my man still doesn’t know about this awesome sexual experience of mine. Every now & then it I will think about it while I am out on my lounger poolside sunbathing naked taking in the hot Georgia sun. At times I’ve ended up rubbing myself & inserting my dildo while I’ve thoughts about this.

Are you still asleep or up already? Are you a late riser or an early bird? Long long time ago I was a late riser. Please do not confuse with a late bloomer. Anyway, I took every chance to start the day later. The weekend was always meant to sleep in. Something's changed. Several years ago I changed my behaviour to the contrary. It was at a time when I had trouble sleeping. I woke up at night, always thinking about the unfinished tasks, personal goals, ideas and rolled from side to side until I finally fell asleep again in the early morning. When my alarm clock rang, I pressed the snooze button again and again. This battle turned into a morning ritual. When I sat at my desk later I was drained and tired. I did the most urgent tasks and postponed all the others in the hope that I would be fitter the next day. Procrastination is a vicious circle. Now it happened that I got up when I lay awake around 4 am. It wasn't intended. I didn't even think about. I just decided to get up. What happened now was interesting. I enjoyed the morning peace and quiet, started to work off my tasks and the to-do list was getting shorter. So I started thinking. I began to deal with the matter. Why did I sleep better again? Why was I more productive? Why was I more relaxed? 5 reason to get up at 5 a. m. Clarity You have not yet been pushed to and fro by a thousand small and large demands from a thousand directions until you feel dizzy. No one is bothering you, neither mails, nor phone calls, nor life gets in your way. Your partner is still sleeping, your colleagues and your competition even more so. Television has nothing to offer. Benjamin Franklin got up at 5 a.m. every morning to be able to plan citizen militias undisturbed, to design the US Constitution in his head and to invent the lightning rod. The philosopher Immanuel Kant got up at this time to smoke a pipe, meditate and think up his epistemology or phrases like "One who makes himself a worm cannot complain afterwards if people step on him.". At 5 a.m. there is only you, with your clear thoughts, your plans, your goals. Full of energy and time for you. Self-discipline Why do we so rarely manage to do sports after work, or take care of our household or finally give our family and friends the attention they deserve? Why are most diets thrown overboard in the evening? Self-discipline is like a muscle that goes limp during the day. Every little decision you make (Quickly cross the crossroads at yellow?), every tiny task you don't do out of pure joy or habit (Quickly iron your shirt before going to the office. Better to eat only the apple than the family pack of chocolate bars), strains the muscle of self-discipline. Like any other muscle, it needs energy. At the end of the day there is nothing left of it. All your plans to lose weight, to do sports, to meditate regularly, to start a business, to read more books or to learn to play the guitar, are confronted in the evening, unarmed, with an army of old, bad habits, light distractions and tiredness. At 5 a.m., you're more self-disciplined than you've ever been that day. Why not invest this energy in yourself and your dreams instead of giving it away over the day to your job and the things that others want to do with you ("Heyyy, do you have a minute...?"). Enthusiasm Between 6 and 9 in the morning, people tweet with the highest percentage of words like "fantastic!", "super", "proud" and "shit, that's cool!", according to the results of a major analysis. It's the people who, in all outward calm, did great things with joy while the sun was rising. At 5 o'clock in the morning you still have plenty of time to do things that feel fantastic, bring you forward and make you feel proud. While your fellow men are still wallowing in bed. Creativity Ernest Hemingway got up at dawn to write about old men and the seas, the war and snow on Kilimanjaro, securing himself a Nobel Prize in Literature and millions of readers. At 5 a.m. you can hang on to the teat of creativity and drink from it with big gulps. Sounds disgusting, but it works. The early morning attracts SUCCESS James Citrin, CEO of a global recruitment agency and himself an early riser by conviction, asked 20 managers of international corporations when they get up and how they spend the morning hours. None of them started the day after 6 a.m. One of the interviewees was Steve Reinemund, former head of PepsiCo. Reinemund gets up at 5 a.m., goes for a four-mile run (outside or on the treadmill), takes a shower, meditates, reads a book or the newspaper, and then spends breakfast time with his children without rush before he drives to the office and starts the work day. He knows: what is most important to him must be done first. Because during the day, urgent things come to the foreground, which do not necessarily have to be important. At 5 o'clock in the morning, the successful ones take the reins of their lives in their hands. Thanks to my monk for reminding me. The five reasons may now appear to some to be somewhat contrary to the completion of tasks. No. I transformed myself into an early riser and realized that it is of the greatest advantage for my private life as well as for my job. Both spheres must be in harmony, in balance. By getting up early I managed to keep this balance. Every day I got up just before 4 a.m. At first I allowed myself a delicious tea, which I enjoyed most of all on the balcony in the summer months in all peace and quiet. There is hardly anything better than the sunrise and the chirping of the birds in the morning. Afterwards I went for the morning sport. Freshly showered and wide awake, I got into the car after a leisurely breakfast to arrive at the office shortly before 7 am, two hours before business hours. In these first two hours I accomplished the most essential tasks. BTW, my to-do lists are not sorted by priority, because everything is always important or appears to be. My lists are divided into unpleasant, pleasant and enjoyable tasks. The unpleasant tasks are to be done first. Even for this there is a simple reason. As long as you know that you have an unpleasant task to do, you work less concentrated. The energy is vasted only with the thought "I still have to do this... shit.". But once you've done that, you just pat yourself on the back and say "Well done". Through the relief and the sense of achievement, you gain new strength but above all you are more relaxed and in a better mood. At the end of the day I have more time for myself, for my partner,.... and so on. Just because I got up earlier, did not procrastinate, got things finished. Also on weekends I got up at this time. The best time to bake bread and buns. I've learned that many people do not understand the importance of (self)discipline, (self)structure and (self)balance as essential tools to live a more fulfilling, positive life. Getting up early is a simple first step, which should be complemented later with further puzzle pieces, such as purposeful relaxation, meditation, etc. But it is a first step. In the past weeks and months I was able to observe that especially those people of whom I know that they have a similar attitude towards life and use the same or similar techniques as I do, can deal with the current situation much better. As is commonly known, some things in my life have changed in the meantime. I am still an early bird. Something that will never change. I wake up between 4:30 and 5:00 o'clock in the morning, get up and usually prepare an Earl Gay (a self-made herbal tea) with lemon. I enjoy it together with the pleasant silence and the sound of the waves on the deck. Pat and sometimes Ben join me about a half hour later. We swim a few lanes and jog a few kilometres before enjoying the breakfast my husband has prepared in the meantime (or we all prepare it together) in all comfort. After that we are ready for all the tasks and challenges of the day. In doing so, we also pay attention to balance, to enjoy the pleasant things and moments. Being an early riser does not mean going to bed early. There is a German wisdom "Mit den Hühnern schlafen gehen." (go to bed with the chickens [and you hold the cock in your hand when you wake up]*) which says that you should go to bed early like the chickens. I realized that my body demands much less sleep than I had ever thought before. *the part in square brackets is a commonly known addition 😁 Life is energy. (If you have read carefully, you have already figured this out.) This energy can be channeled in a purposeful way. Thanks for reading. Please let me know by your comments if you are interested in techniques to transform yourself into an early bird and other ways to achieve more positivity, balance in your life.

Right now at least for me the biggest heroes on my list are the men and woman around the world working in health care who have been fighting on the front lines against covid-19... But before I begin I want to address something that I received a few e-mails about in the last week or so... that it's my tendency to write about the past... I want to be perfectly clear that I have no interest or wish to go backwards and live in the past or try to hold on to it in todays world... but it's important to remember certain people and events because they are largely responsible for shaping us into the type of people we have become. If you want to take some time and go back and reread some of what I have written... even reading between the lines... I don't dwell on the negative circumstances or people... I have simply learned the lesson I was supposed to and moved on. But keeping the positive influences and wins... are important for the present and the future... in my opinion. This to me is the ultimate meaning of "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water." Reflecting on my past and the parts I played in the world and simply what I observed I have had a lot of heroes in my life... from Rosa Parks to John Glenn to Michael Phelps and a lot of people in between... some of them have inspired me for a single moment in time and others for decades... but I'll get back to all this later. Hero--- noun a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. It's been suggested that the 12 central traits of heroism are... Moral Integrity Bravery Conviction Courage Self-Sacrifice Selflessness Determination Inspirational Helpful Protective Honesty Determination These are all wonderful qualities... and to me they are the things that can help make someone a winner and/or a leader... but not necessarily a hero. I think it is simply doing the right thing and upholding the principles of human decency. Peter Norman at the 1968 Olympic Games in Mexico City inspired me years after his heroic stand wearing a badge on his uniform that read "Olympic Project For Human Rights" from an organization set up a year earlier to oppose racism in sport. In one of the most iconic photographs in sports history Peter Norman like John Carlos and Tommie Smith were banned from the Olympics but he is the one who was forgotten by the world for taking a stand. At his funeral both Smith and Carlos gave the eulogy and carried his coffin... as Carlos said "he was a lone soldier for his small but determined stand against racism."... "He just happened to be a white Australian guy standing with two black guys on the victory stand all believing in the same thing." The US Track and Field Association declared the day of his death 9, October 2006 as "Peter Norman Day" the first time in the organizations history that such an honor was bestowed on a foreign athlete. The three remained lifelong friends since their chance meeting in Mexico City. From this I found a new hero in Colin Kaepernick... and also for everyone else who is standing up for doing what is right... If I owned a business this sign would be on the door. Anyone who is standing up to do the right thing to me is a hero... but if you are going to talk the talk you have to walk the walk the walk in everyday life... that is how it's easy to separate the real ones from the posers... Since the fire has passed through Mallacoota Australia last year this amazing, selfless young man was out searching for injured wildlife. This is one of 7 koalas he’s saved. Like everything else in life there are different levels of heroism... some people pledge millions of dollars to do something important but they publicize it so that the act reflects on them and their image... others go about it a bit more quietly and thoughtfully... don't get me wrong we need both kinds of heroes in the world... but doing something because you are inspired by someone or something to me is what makes a hero. I've never really been inspired by a character or a movie... Superman in particular because I was at Elstree Studios when it was being filmed and I saw behind all the magic and the glitter... but I have been in awe of some of the people in and out of the entertainment industry who have used their voice and money and have been able take a stand for doing the right thing... Sometimes being a hero is quite simple... other times you have to draw on your own powers of empathy and really go out of your way to make a difference... Everybody needs someone to make them feel like tomorrow is more than just another day... and really understanding this is in my opinion of the true character of a hero. It's taken me almost my entire life to figure something out... it's about not avoiding the bruises you can get in life but also collecting the scars to prove that we showed up and stood up for something. I know more people than I should who would be horrified if they saw their character in the mirror and not their reflection... I'm grateful that I'm not one of them... and that I know that my fingerprints can not be wiped away from any act of kindness as they can not from other peoples acts of treachery and/or deceit ... it's important for me to know that maybe someday someone will hear a song I sang and remember me and hopefully I will have inspired them in some small way to make a difference where they can. I would be remiss neglecting to bring attention to the biggest hero in my life who I held out for for many years to find... Thank you Nicholas from the bottom of my heart you have always had my back. I am embarking on a chapter in my life that has taken a great deal of time and soul searching so that I can make a difference in someone's life... I'm not going to tell you what it is... because that's the kind of hero I have always wanted to be. See you next time. Be safe... and do the right things for the right reasons...

American actor, and one of the most popular leading men of his time. A product of the Hollywood star system, he got his start playing dramatic roles in films such as All That Heaven Allows and Giant. His popularity grew when he began appearing in romantic comedies opposite Doris Day. Their first was Pillow Talk, with the memorable scene of Hudson’s character “pretending” to be gay in order to win the girl. Hudson’s actual homosexuality was a carefully kept secret, though well-known among his friends, and by the 70s he could sometimes be spotted amidst California’s gay scene. When it was announced in 1985 that he had AIDS, he became the most beloved celebrity associated with the disease, and his death shortly thereafter was a turning point in raising awareness and lessening its stigma.

Byron’s hand trembled as he held his binoculars in the dark window overlooking the quiet outer London neighbourhood and focused them on his chubby mother in her nearly see-thru flouncy house-dress and tall, handsome dapper Rex Davenport making their way over to his very swank terraced house. Byron’s breath increased and his heart rate doubled at the thought of his sex crazed whorish mum having her wicked way with his dreamy Rex. It was so kinky, watching your own mum have sex, but that’s Byron...he loved to watch men. He only hoped he’d have a chance with Rex once his mum finished with him tonight! Byron stroked his small but very hard cock through his trousers...the odd couple entered Rex’s home and the lower floor lit up. The front door slid closed and Byron watched his seductively whorish mother guide tall Rex into the front room. The windows were curtained but the fabric was only partly drawn and Byron could see his mother now embracing Rex fully...their mouths locked in a kiss. Rex looked over toward the window, his eyes met Byron’s lens and he winked. Rex knew the horny young man was tuned in and watching every delicious move the couple made! He watched his mother as she moved to the sideboard and began to make a drink for each...Rex stood in the middle of the room and began to slowly unbutton his shirt and gently slip it off. His rusty golden haired chest now on display and his toned musculature was dazzling in the lamp lit space. Rex stood, now facing the hungry and over-zealous Zelada, clad still from his slender waist down but deliciously nude above. Byron watched his mother move like a tigress to him. Drinks in their hands now, they moved along to the stairway leading above. Zelda grabbed a crystal ornamental dish from the coffee table with her manicured fingers as she sailed along. No doubt she had her ciggies in house-dress pocket. A trait of hers Byron knew all too well. Byron watched the couple step nimbly out of sight and then the upper bedroom lamp was lit by Rex who stood by the big handsomely made bed. Both stood watching each other and laughing, each on one side of the bed and Byron knew that chasm of fabric would soon be breached and both would be rolling nude together. His small cut cock bobbed and wiggled in anticipation. The idea that this was his mother, it just did not matter. It was all about Rex! His love! Byron watched and watched and saw ALL! ************ Rex surveyed his female playmate as he sipped his drink. She stood across from him on the other side of the bed and although she was frowzy and chubby. Her bleached hair pulled back in a baby-doll style and that over-made up face looked almost scary, but sexy! Rex was intrigued that this 60 plus lady, a true cock slut- would do anything he asked was actually in his room and her horny son was watching thru the window. The whole scene made Rex’s uncut cock roar with life. He could not wait to strip! The flimsy house-dress, see-thru even in the dim bedside lamp’s light, could barely contain those voluminous breasts and Rex could not wait to sink his teeth- gently- into each and chew her huge nipples! “See something you fancy, big boy?” Zelda asked rubbing her breasts thru her dress with one hand while drinking her strong drink with the other. “Mmm, lots! I think food may have to wait.” Rex said recalling he’s yet to have any meal tonight. “Oh, we’ll eat. But a more carnal meal!” Zelda chirped. “May I smoke?” She asked and pulled out her ciggies from her pocket. She had no intention of not smoking. Rex did not say anything and let her light up. She was using his best candy dish from the living room as an ashtray. She was so NOT classy Rex mused to himself but she had much to teach him if he were to please boss Marlene this Saturday night. Zelda puffed and sipped and watched Rex. Both knew that Byron was watching and both were aroused at this notion. “You have a fucking lovely body, Rex. No wonder my son loves you! Show me more honey...make me wet baby!” Zelda crooned as she blew smoke his way. Rex raked a hand thru his tousled reddish golden haired head and smiled. “Sit there, in the antique chair at the bottom of my bed. I’ll give you and Byron a little strip show...you like? He asked slugging down the last of his drink and putting the glass on the bedside table near the little lamp. “I like, baby, I like.” And Zelda tottered on her heels over to the chair and sat down. Her chubby net hose covered legs crossed before her. She looked hungry. “Show mummy, show mummy all your goods!” Zelda purred and Rex inwardly groaned at the “mummy” reference but played along. She was his teacher tonight and he needed to moisten her appetite so to speak! And so he began! Rex, all near six feet of him, knelt on the edge of his big duvet covered bed, his good trousers would get creased...but he could have them pressed. He worked his feet out of his shoes and they thudded to the carpeted bedroom floor. He moved now into the central zone of the bed...Zelda a few feet away purred and puffed her ciggy. Rex seductively rubbed his hands over his golden furred chest and felt his own tight pectoral muscles and flexed his arms. His nipples perked up and he got touch of goose pimples. He loved showing off...even to this old, rather used-up, MILF! Zelda clicked her bright white false teeth together. “Oh, you sexy fucker. What I’m gonna do to you tonight. Byron will get one great sex show from his mummy.” Zelda said as she pulled open the upper section of flimsy house-dress and exposed her large fleshy boobs...with nipples like small saucers and hued in darker, almost mocha tones of colour. Rex’s cock went steel rod-like and Zelda noted it. “Somebody is one horny bunny. Wait until I suck you, baby!” She said beginning to massage her left breast and pluck at her now hardening nipple. Rex’s began to pull of his leather belt and tossed it aside. His green eyes danced with excitement as he began to undo his fly zipper and button. Across the street, Byron was drooling with each move he made. Rex swivelled and as he knelt, his upper body gyrated and pulsed to music only he heard. The show was moving along and sweeping both mother and son deep into its folds. Rex was all they wanted, they were smitten! The way his body shown in the shadowy light of the room sent chills all thru Zelda. Her hands moved over nipples, plucking and pulling as Rex massaged himself before her. Rex moved down off his knees and sat, legs apart, pulling down his trousers...over his socked feet-tossing them aside. The sight of Rex in just his sleek underwear and OTC blue socks made Zelda moan. “Oh, Rex! Look at you in those sexy undies and socks, what hot stud!” Rex sat with those toned legs parted, his knees bent facing Zelda head on, his sweaty socked toes wiggling and his meaty heels planted firmly on the duvet. Zelda looked at his bulging crotch as the view was perfect to admire this manly mound...what lay inside, she could not wait to explore! And then Rex moved his hand down, down...and inside the waistband of the underwear. It was time to be naked for his playmate and for the voyeur, her very excited son Byron. Much More To Cum!!!!! DJ

well, I've been stimulated, so that was the high point of day. I love the way they mail cheques on Friday, so one gets them on Saturday, and perhaps can't get to the bank until Monday (remember, I am too old for taking a picture with my smartfone, which I do not have). crab, crab, crab . . . at least I got the moneyhoney. I could play big spender and spend a little on one of these handsome young men - very hard to choose, so I will have to go with Gabe Johansen as a hunky blonde cowstud. hope you enjoy. a big shout-out and welcome to our newest clubmembeers; we appear to be growing by leaps and bounds. I'm just hoping to collect some Likes and Stiffies as I work the collection. remember the Miscellaneous Models and consider contributions of pix if you have them. will be molto apreciado! https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/23928-jerome-tom/ https://www.adonismale.com/files/file/20849-jessup-kyle/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/23929-jirgl-ross/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/23930-joel-mark/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/23931-johansen-gabe/ Colt

Our sexy budding omni-sexual hero, Rex, all near six feet of him- toned and muscular was no match for this hungry beast-MILF. Byron stood up on the stairs outside the sitting room and knew poor Rex Davenport was doomed. Ever since his dad left well over 15 years before, his mum had ravaged any male who darkened their doorstep. She was always on the pull, so to speak. Her new false teeth shining bright and a ciggie in those big red lips. She trawled the bars, the stores, the streets...she was a hungry thing! Sure she was old, over 60, and still acting like a young wench. Byron stood ashamed and a tear fell down his acne covered face. Barely in his 20’s and so depressed. Life with Zelda and her hunger for men made him want to run! He wanted men...no, a man...Rex. He loved that Rex, but now his mum had her claws deep. Soon she’d chew Rex into a hundred pieces! Byron heard the two wrestling in the sitting room, she was stripping Rex. Rex’s suit coat was now tossed aside by this full breasted MILF, her bleached hair up in a big bow. She worked at his dress shirt buttons, Rex tried to take over, and she slapped his hands away. “Now you relax, Rex, let Zelda make you all cosy!” She purred like a big blonde cat. Zelda hungrily eyed Rex’s extra large feet clad in sexy socks and expensive shoes. She knew what that meant! She’d suckle those tasty man-toes as a little appetizer. How delicious she mused. Rex was more embarrassed than turned on at this point. His sex with the female of the species was only just taking off after years of being dormant. And his male sexuality desires were on the up and up as well...he wanted it all, but he really was unsure Zelda fit any of his needs. The skilled fingers undid three buttons; his golden furry chest popped into view...his nipples just on the fringes of his shirt edges. Zelda pulled her boobs back and surveyed her handy work. “That’s it, no need to be all cooped up in a dress shirt, sexy man! Love the chest, so manly and those golden hairs, nice!” She breathed seductively. “Oh, look, sexy nipples...and tight too!” She gushed while reaching one set of manicured fingers into the folds of his short and locating one pert man-nipple to massage. Her hand massaged Rex’s chest muscles all around the nipple. “Strong, you swim...I can feel it.” She cooed like a dove. Rex pulled back slightly and felt the back of the couch block his retreat. Her hand stayed on his chest. “I cycle and swim...jog a bit. I try to keep fit.” Rex said modestly as he tried to look charmingly up at her mascara laden eyes. “You are fit, I want to see more. But let’s have a drink.” She pulled her hand free and found a bottle and two glasses. Poured a strong drink in each and lit a ciggie. She puffed from across the dirty, cluttered room and surveyed yet again...her man catch! Byron’s small dick roared to life inside his trousers. He wanted to masturbate. He hated what his mum was up to with his sexy Rex but he just could not help being turned on. The method she used rarely failed. Byron just wanted to get a better view of Rex being devoured by powerful Zelda! Zelda sauntered over to Rex who still lay back against the old worn out couch. His legs splayed wide and arms at his sides. He’d given up resisting. Zelda’s larger than life boobs and chubby rather short body tottered on her heels. Her net hose on her meaty legs were at least a treat for Rex. He’d not seen pantyhose of a daring nature since that visit from Carol and Eric. Zelda was truly giving Carol a run for her money in the tough dame category. Her barely concealed breasts loomed over Rex’s wide eyes as he took the very strong drink, straight up booze...right to the head he guessed. She wanted him to be passive...and boy if he drank that, he would be! Rex sipped slowly. Very strong stuff. He coughed. “Drink up Sunshine, more in the bottle.” Zelda cackled as she puffed her ciggie and sipped her drink. She remained aloft, pacing about as if on display to Rex. She kept striking odd poses, her skimpy housedress giving away many secrets as she did so. Rex was amused at best. His uncut cock did stir...she was trying to impress him. He did not want Byron to pay the price of a grumpy mother; he felt it was his duty to play along. The dreary room filled with smoke and Rex felt he was getting lightheaded. He’d have loved a window open. Zelda turned as she leaned on the former mantelpiece edge. “My Byron, he has a crush on you. He’s gay, I am sure of that. And he has been...oh, beating his meat over you. No need to be delicate. And I think he watches you thru binoculars.” Zelda said with wide eyes and downing her drink. Byron heard this and almost burst into the room but held back...he was bright red with heated anger. Now Rex knew as much- he was sure many folks watched his windows, he’d seen Byron from his side of the road. And loved being watched...so, he decided to give Zelda a little taste of her own medicine. “Well, I love being watched. I am flattered Byron desires me. And you can rest assured, I hope he will be brave enough to come on over and see the goods up close.” And Rex downed his drink! His green eyes flashing with glee. Zelda nearly fell over. “My, oh, my! No flies on you. And before I let my boy, he is over 20, but still my boy...before he comes calling on you, mother needs to vet you. And the vetting starts now.” And Zelda moved over and stubbed out her ciggie in the already overflowing ashtray on the stained coffee table. Rex felt the drink hit his head, bang! Zelda grabbed his glass and topped it up. Rex knew it was going to be a long night! Byron stood, his whole chubby body trembling, wanting Rex so much for himself but also deeply aroused at the thought of what his ravenous, sex crazed mum would do! He’d seen, heard, and re-lived many of her man conquests. Incestuous? Possibly. But his mother did know her way around a man...and Byron loved men! Maybe they could share him? Mother and son...on different days? His mind raced as he heard more struggling from the sitting room. Rex knew he must just seek out Byron once more tonight before...well, before he was naked and strung up like a big Christmas bobble. “Zelda, I need the loo, before we...ah, you know.” Handsome Rex said pulling himself up off the old saggy couch. His knees wobbled as he stood- his shirt wide open nearly to his belly. “Oh, top of the stairs. Need any help, honey? That drink was strong and we can’t you falling down the stairs.” Zelda said offering her beefy arm to the stud. “No, I’ll be fine. Just relax.” Rex said moving out of the room. Zelda threw herself down where Rex’s manly ass had been. “All warm and comfy here!” She crooned as she sipped another drink. Rex moved up the rickety stairway, he heard movement at the top and saw a shadow. Byron! “Byron, I need to see you.” Rex hissed. Byron met the tall gingery furred stud atop the steps and the two moved to the far end of the upper hall. Byron wanted to explore Rex’s manly exposed chest with its forest of ginger furry curves, but he’d have to wait. “Now, Byron, things are...complicated. Your mum is...ah, um...” Rex was lost for words. Byron screwed up every ounce of self-confidence and moved and kissed Rex’s open mouth. The kiss was sudden and sweet. Byron pulled away and smiled shy up at his idol. “Do what you want...need...but, please...let me meet you at your house...later.” Byron asked coyly and his spectacles were all steamy again. Rex pulled the cub close. Those long, strong arms embraced the young man. “Yes, I have a plan. You like to watch me?” Rex asked with his green eyes fixed into Byron’s. Byron nodded in shame. But he agreed...he loved to watch! “This may sound very kinky, but let me take your mum across to my bedroom...for a few hours. You can watch or not. I leave it up to you. I shall leave my curtains open and the bedside lamp on low. When she comes home, you come over alone. A little “just us” time.” Rex whispered and his now raging uncut cock rubbed into the cub’s belly...even thru Rex’s trousers, Byron felt the strength and power of this man! Zelda would really love that inside her, Byron mused. Rex could have had both mother and son in one deliriously sexy night! Byron kissed Rex’s cheek and stammered. “I love you Rex.” The young geeky cub then moved to his bedroom and shut the door. Rex was now ready to let Zelda...enjoy it all! **************** Rex’s big sleek feet moved back to the sitting room. Zelada now had undone her housedress slightly at the neck; her succulent breasts were even more on show...all but the big nipples! “Would you like a drink at my house now, let’s see if my bedroom is even cosier than a couch?” Rex asked picking up his suit coat. Zelda placed her glass down and smiled. “Why Rex, you sexy devil. Byron won’t mind if mummy goes out for a bit.” She said rising to take Rex’s offered arm. “As a matter of fact I have a very important date with my lady boss Saturday night. I want to make an excellent impression. Would you be able to give me a few pointers?” Rex said moving along with Zelda toward the front door. “Pointers? Hell, I have a full course to teach you! We’d better not lose another second. Saturday aint far off!” Zelda said moving her hand to cover one of Rex’s tight arse cheeks. She gave it a really good squeeze. “Love a good hard arse! Any toys to play with?” Zelda said pulling Rex out into the early evening. “Oh, I have little toy box I think you’ll love.” Rex said as his nimble feet almost danced down the front steps. In his mind he wondered if Zelda would go after his sweaty size 11 socks and feet like so many others. He had a feeling she would. He’d test her now. And dear Byron would see every second from his bedroom window above...how truly naughty! Much More To Cum!!!!! DJ