Surfer dood

Vinny’s hot-rod crotch-rocket

This guy is uber-hot, but his pix on the internet are rarer than ants’ teeth.  I hope he makes more porn erotica so I can have more pix of him for jacking off inspiration.

Victor in a butch pose

Man, all that gorgeous gray chest hair.  I could snuggle in that for a week and never come up for air.

Yeah, I have “daddy issues”.  So sue me.

This was recorded by Jesse Jackman

I wanna take Scott Hunter’s balls in my mouth and suck on them as long as he’ll let me

Carlo and Roman with a little reciprocity

Seated rim job

You saw that pic, huh?  I kept looking at it and didn’t know what to call it, so the way the light was hitting him, I thought of that poem.

To answer your question: I was an English major and do like her poetry.  She did some amazing things with sound; she put words together that crashed when she needed a crash and harmonized when she needed harmony.  She was pretty amazing. Here’s the poem.  Not the most lighthearted thing you’d ever read, but beautiful anyway.

There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.

Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.

None may teach it anything,
‘Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.

When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death.