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Letting It Hang Out

Guys don’t care about nudity, they don’t, they like letting it all hang out, as they say, well, let's face it, it is freedom, now isn't it. There is something freeing about it, all that fresh air blowing the sweat away from place that air seldom blows. It is just their humour, mostly, it makes guys laugh. It makes guys laugh, gay, or straight. Doodles out, let them swing, twirl them around. Do the helicopter. Whatever it is. And they like checking out the competition, no matter who they want to sleep with. It’s just who they are, mostly. Guys like seeing other guys. Guys like comparing. That’s why so many of them go to the gym. And, of course, they like to see they are bigger, yes they do. Stronger. Taller. It’s primal, I guess, comes from the days when it was important, not so much now. Not so much for the longest time, hey. When Ben and I go to the gym, we just have to concentrate on our own individual work outs, otherwise we are making eyes at each other all the time. Look a...
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Going Jogging

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  Ben giving it bare chested jogging in the park. He looks hot like that, even if I would be expected to say that.
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Xmas Party… in Jul… er, August

There was no EOFY party this year, of course, how things have changed, but I just found last year’s Xmas Party which for some reason I didn’t post. So, here is to how things used to be, and hopefully will be again. I like parties thrown by work, as they are catted affairs and no expense is spared by a wealthy law firm. We have a Xmas party every year. Open bar, unlimited food, a chance to get up close and personal with your favourite work mates, what’s not to like. We all drank ourselves stupid and we all ate until we thought we were going to burst, well, I did. I had to undo my belt on the way home. Finger food, hors d'oeuvres, pastries and gorgeous things on biscuits, small pies, and sausage rolls, and tasty things on various types of bread, and balls of meat and balls of rice and balls of seafood, as just seafood and more balls, and just food as far as one could see. The walls all fold back on the meeting rooms, to make one huge space, the last meeting room resplendent with a fu...
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Can't Stop Loving You, And if I stop, Then tell me just what will I do
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A Nice Piece Of Tradie Arse

There are houses being renovated in my street, the inner suburbs being the inner suburbs, it is going on all over. Accordingly, there are some nice specimens of beef standing around. All that HiViz and posturing. Slurp. (I can't believe I said that?) There was a young, fresh faced guy, I’d say 20ish, probably just started his apprenticeship, who had on such small pair of blue workman's shorts, that they were tight around the tops of his thighs, hugging his legs. And what thighs he had! Jasus! They fitted his crotch, two handfuls, like a queen had fitted them for him for a dance party. The boy looked like he had a huge waz on him. I couldn’t help but look. He couldn’t help but notice me notice. It didn’t seem to faze him though. 19, 20, you would have to have jerked off this morning, I thought next. Then I was picturing him with those tiny shorts and his still warm jocks around his work boot clad ankles, pounding himself energetically, wanting to get the job done before he left ...
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Tom Jones

I remember the first singer who got my attention when I was but a wee kid, was Tom Jones. Amanda likes him, he is her pinup boy. Go back and watch early Tom Jones on YouTube. Wow! Amanda used to have a whiskey and watch him on Rage, or something. I’d like to say she cried, hysterically, wantonly, TomeJonesMania, but that is just me being dramatic. She never cried. But more to the point, I used to sit next to her and he’d make me feel kind of funny, something I didn’t really understand. I’d want to cry over his open shirt and his exposed chest, his dancing, his everything. Little baby Joshy with big eyes as Tom Jones sang with his shirt undone. “It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone.” “It’s not unusual to have fun with anyone?” Or he sang in a dinner suit. I’m sure that is why I think men are so sexy in a tux and bow tie. Talk about handsome. And the way he danced? The way he danced. The way he gyrated his hips. The way he moved his body. Little Josh was transfixed, not really knowing...
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Sometimes When I Look Up

You know, what with all this blog re-writing that I am doing – I’m now up to June 2011, I’ve re-written 2009 and 2010, the first six months of 2011, now – it gets kind of confusing coming back to current day. Spookily. And sometime when I am slurping down on Ben's big cock, like it is the latest flavour from Messina, I can look up and my life can flash before my very eyes, all the people, all the guys. Steve, James, Matthew, Tim. A succession of beta males. Nothing wrong with beta males. Ben is an alfa male. (I laugh to myself, whatever that means?) It’s trippy. I try to do it, when I look up at him, catch myself off-guard, you know, deliberately, squint an eye, will it be Steve, will it be James, will it be Matthew, will it be Tim, will it be Ben, stupid isn’t it. But sometimes, it works and he turns into the most interesting people, momentarily, in a blink of an eye. Who’d have thought I’d want to suck his cock. “You know, like Gavin Christmas.” Ben laughed “No one would have bee...
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