Roman Holiday

Roman Ragazzi was featured here last month. Here's a sizzling video of him heating up a ski lodge. What better way to warm up on a cold winter day than with a hot, steamy stud?

Jake

I featured a video of Jake recently, and here are some solo shots from about ten years ago. Jake still looks very hot, and I'll post some of his very recent stuff soon.

I remember when I first discovered Jake. I was in the process of figuring out myself, too. Jake helped me realize you could be manly, masculine, and gay all at once. He didn't fit the "typical gay" stereotype, and neither did I.

I Had to Steal Him

This anonymous hot amateur was begging "steal me" on the great Abi Gay blog. In fact, he was begging for a whole lot more than that, but then I don't kiss and tell.

Promiscuous Plumber

Promiscuous plumbers seem to be a staple of porn scenarios. Sadly, real plumbers are often not at all hot. A very sweet plumber services my central air conditioning contract on my California house; however, he looks like a chubby Peewee Herman, so even if he was naughty, I couldn't with him. But, of course, if a bloke looked like this real plumber here, one would hope and pray he was shamelessly promiscuous.

Officer Craig

Craig is a real law enforcement officer who does a little modeling on the side. He's 5' 11", 210 pounds, and 32 years old. He is a natural bodybuilder and has won several national titles. He must never have to book anyone for resisting arrest -- who could resist him?

Adjusting Arizona

When I was in high school, we had to wear a jockstrap under our track uniforms. I guess the new super-tight elastane one-piece gear makes that unnecessary. Thank goodness for textile innovation. Of course, that means more athletes have to adjust their junk in public, which is perfectly all right with me.

PE Teacher

Kevin is a PE teacher in Los Angeles and occasional fitness model, originally from Long Island. He's 27, 6'2", and 230 pounds. He played college football and has since won several important amateur all-natural bodybuilding competitions. He also has a teacher/athlete older brother who I'll feature in a future entry here.

I had my first serious male crush on a PE teacher when I was in junior and senior high. I had him for all six grades, because he happened to transfer to the high school the same year I graduated from junior high. He was also an assistant track coach, and I went out for track specifically for that reason. Although some of the PE teachers were arrogant arseholes, he was always encouraging to all the boys and repeatedly voted best teacher.

He was a very hot stud and not unlike Kevin in size and proportions. He was just 22 when he became a PE teacher when I was in seventh grade, having just graduated from college the year before. I also had him for several years in Health because I always made sure I signed up for his classes. My favorite moments in high school were when he would pay individual attention to me during track practice, often walking beside me with an avuncular arm thrown over my shoulder. I've always wondered if he had any inkling of how I felt about him because he was straight and ultimately married. I had all sorts of fantasies about him and another track coach, who was bloody hot, as well.

He now coaches at the college level and I've seen pictures of him occasionally in the media over the years, sometimes alone or sometimes with his son, who attends the same school. In the last one I saw, he was probably about 50 and still looked fantastic. I sent him a congratulatory email once after his team won a championship and said I had been one of his students. He said he remembered me and, so many years later, that reawakened that wonderful fluttery feeling I had back in my high school days. I told him that I still ran and worked out almost every day, although I didn't tell him I took about the five-year hiatus when I turned into a dumpling.

I'm sure I'm not alone in having had a PE teacher as a first crush. In some school somewhere in Los Angeles, Kevin may not realize he's awakening feelings in a whole new generation of men.

Totally NSFW

Today's cinematic selection is the epitome of "not safe for work." You certainly do not want this frenzied rutting visible on your computer screen when frumpy Martha from accounting unexpectedly stops by to review your expenditures. On the other hand, if hunky Mark from purchasing should pop in whist this is playing, it may be the ice breaker for which you've been searching.

Bullstud Tease

He's an anonymous reader/contributor over at the great blog Hunks/Heroes/Muscles. He's a hot one!

The Eyes of Lars Wallenrod

Lars Wallenrod is a German-born photographer living in Paris. Some of his spectacular work appears below. He's recently started a blog, where you can see more of his fantastic artistry.

Horndog Park Rangers

Although porn conceits are often absurd, the idea of two horny park rangers getting it on could actually happen. The mostly male rangers in remote wildernesses might turn to each other for companionship and release. I've visited many of the American national parks, where some of the rangers are truly incredible studs -- muscular, outdoorsy, masculine, and with those hot Smokey the Bear hats, too. They're all so wonderfully friendly when they lead you on their nature talks that it's easy to see how something could happen.

Weekend Orgy

I'm still wondering if real guys who aren't shooting porn ever end up in situations like this. I'm guessing scenarios like this are 99 percent fantasy and 1 percent reality. A few rent boys and a bit of cash could make it a reality.

Here is a link to a free download of an 18-minute movie featuring six hot young blokes in an lusty orgy, a different group than appears below. So if you can't have an orgy this weekend, you can enjoy watching someone who is.

Bum Contest

If you were a judge at a contest and had to decide which of these two blokes had a better ass, which would you select and why? Or is that an impossible choice?

Marcus Is All Man

Marcus probably doesn't know much about Lady Gaga. He doesn't use herbal scrub. He has never been to a Broadway musical. He likely only wears deodorant for special occasions. He's not afraid to rearrange his junk in public if it gets out of line. He probably has burped more than once in mixed company. He may have shut down a few bars in his day. He was likely being a bad boy when he got that bloodshot eye, perhaps in a fistfight.

He's my kind of man. I love manly men. They're the sort who always tempt me the most. I don't know Marcus's sexual orientation -- he could be a straight bloke just picking up a few bucks posing for gay porn. Or he could be a gay stud who is into being a regular Joe masculine man.

My boyfriend is that way, and I'd like to think I'm pretty much that way, too. I do wear deodorant nearly every day, but I only shave my face twice a week. I've been to a lumberyard more than a few times but never to an opera. I don't own any designer clothes. I usually can fix my car if it breaks down, and I'm pretty handy with power tools around the house. If a rat or a scorpion or a snake gets inside somehow, I won't have a stroke.

The great thing about being gay is that you can be absolutely who you are, because it's not about having secrets or acting a way that isn't true to your heart. I don't know if Marcus is gay, but if he is, I'll bet he'd agree with me. Gay men come in all shapes, sizes, and varieties, just like straight men do.

This topic came to mind because one of my boyfriend's female coworkers was overheard lamenting about how his being gay "was such a waste" and how "he didn't seem at all gay." She's fairly new to the employer and seemingly was trying to make a play for him, not realizing she was barking up the proverbial wrong tree. He's all mine, madam, and he's all man and absolutely nothing about him is going to waste, you can be certain of that.