Pleasant Dreams

For your delight this evening we have Hammed from So Slowly. And Hammed will do everything so slowly for you. Isn't he divine and exotic? Couldn't you just spend your time devoted to pouring over his body in exploration? I know I could.

Pleasant Dreams

Now here is something from Brawny Stud to distract you this evening. These three gentlemen are certainly having a good time in the Caribbean. What could be better? Only if you were there to play along, right?

Pleasant Dreams

Staying with our construction worker theme, we have these two gentlemen from Brawny Stud who are quite busy entertaining each other. The man standing is in the process of ripping the shirt off of the man servicing him. See the fabric ripping at the bottom? What will your thoughts be as you drift off to dreamland tonight after seeing this photo?

Pleasant Dreams

We're talking prime cut, grade A, angus beef! Hmm, mm! Yes siree bob! Look at this soldier hauling the huge gage chain. Just delicious! Yank my chain anytime Joe! My pleasure I am sure.



Or this construction worker dropping his oh, so tight jeans. Can I help you out of those Bub? Not a problem at all.



Oh yes! Now we are talking! Look at this massive man at the beach! I could teach him a trick or two in er, cough naked synchronized swimming. Yeah, that's the ticket. There are many tricks that take two people... But I'll let you guys try to imagine that.



Photo credit: GlovedCopSF

Pleasant Dreams

Where is the beef? Fair View's got your beef right here. Look no further. We've got in a jock strap that is bursting to come off a hot meaty butt...


in farmer's bib overalls waiting to be torn asunder...


and on a couch waiting to be plundered.



Yeah, we've got your beef mister, right here!

Photo credit: GlovedCopSF

Friday Fantasy - Part 3, Ecuadorian Equinox

José

After many twists and turns on the Andean highway, José made a turn off onto a smaller road into the jungle. About 30 miles later, there was a post with a reflector shoved into the ground for the base camp dirt road and José followed it. Not far from there he parked at the large tent of base camp. The stopping of our Land Cruiser woke me up and Mr. Butterfly was also stirring.

“Are we there yet?”, jokingly asked the young explorer.

“Si Señor, we are there!”

I stretched my legs, which were a bit cramped from sleeping curled up in the back seat, and got out of the vehicle. Everyone got out. We headed for the tent and were greeted by a large soft spoken man. When we got close enough, he put his index finger across his lips to signal for quiet, and whispered to us, so as not to wake up those who were sleeping in the tent.

“Hi. My name is Peter Beck, but you can call me Pete. You must be Dr. Sue Fairview and…”

“Yes, let’s not stand on formalities Pete. You can call me Mr. Butterfly and call Dr. Fairview, Sue.”, whispered Mr. Butterfly cutting him off.

“Thanks. I’ve met José. We all shook hands. I don’t want to wake the others. Welcome to our little expedition. I am head of security and the boss of the men who will be your guides. If you have any questions, I’d be the guy you want to ask. Let me just review some basic stuff. Water, we have iodizing pills available in case you didn’t bring any. Food, we supply rice, the jungle supplies fruit and any meat or fish you can catch. Toilet, just make sure you pick a spot away from others. Bathing, there is a river not far from here that we all use.”

“I have a question.”

“Yes, Sue, go ahead.”

“I am ready to bathe naked if that is what everyone else is doing.”

“That’s great Sue. But, there are a few of the guys that might get the wrong idea from that. As it is, we are not all bathing naked now even though we are all men. So I suggest wearing a swim suit for now, at least with the big group. Okay? Sleeping, everyone uses sleeping bags. Look out for snakes, scorpions and bees. So, for tonight, just pick a spot on the floor of the tent and get some rest. You’ll meet everybody else in the morning. Can I help anybody with their stuff? No? Good night then.”

Then he turned around and walked back to where he was sitting guard. We went back to the truck and got our sleeping bags and brought them into the tent. The tent was big enough to walk into upright and it was filled with sleeping men. We picked out spots at the back that were empty and unrolled our bags. We stretched out on them and were asleep in no time lulled by the sounds of the jungle.

* * *

I awoke and the sun was already up. I sat up slowly, and looked around. All of the sleeping bags were empty except Mr. Butterfly’s. He was snoozing away.

“Wake up sleeping beauty.”, I said as I nudged him. He woke up and opened his big eyes to look at me.

“Where’s the fire?”

“Ha ha! Get up lazy bones! It’s time to make scientific history or meet your mystery date. I can’t remember which.” Then I smiled.

He had the grace to laugh.

“Christ, where the hell are we?”

“Some god forsaken jungle in some god forsaken country, that’s where.”

“Why ever did we come here?”

“For science.”

“Oh yeah, that.”

Then he slowly got up. We got into our swim suits; mine was a brand new Speedo Endurance Camouflage one piece.

Speedo Endurance Camouflage Swim Suit

We wandered out of the tent and made our morning ablutions in what we hoped was a remote enough spot. Then we headed back to base camp and met up with José, who was there to lead us to the river. The air was already warm like summer.

The river was not far and it was an easy hike. It seemed as if our site had been used before for a camp and the path to the river was worn in. We could even have gone bare foot, but we had our hiking boots on. The river was moving along pretty swiftly, it would have been great for tubing, and had a stony bottom. It was maybe three feet deep in the middle and all of the men were in it bathing. We took off our boots and joined them immediately.

Introductions ensued.

We met Chuck, who was bathing naked. He was slender and muscled with brown hair and hazel eyes. His dick was average and cut. He was a bit too friendly with me. He might have been one of the men that Pete was warning me about.

Chuck

Austin was next. He was bathing in Marine Corps issue nylon shorts. He was muscular and business like and still wearing his dog tags.

Austin

Marine Corps issue nylon shorts

Dr. William Brandtley III bathed in top of the line racing Speedos made with Aquablade fabric (guaranteed to slice through the water). He was the orchid specialist heading the expedition and would brief me later. Blond with blue eyes, he was also muscular. He seemed a bit uptight. Maybe it was because he was nearly naked.

Dr. William Brandtley III

Pricey Speedos

Also bathing in the nude was Oscar. Oscar was hung and uncut. He wasn’t as well endowed as Volchuk though, but still I thought Mr. Butterfly’s eyes would fall out of his head. He also had brown curly hair and brown eyes and was really cute. Oscar was the other native guide, but had lived in California for a while. So he spoke both English and Spanish easily.

Oscar

The other lepidopterist was Dr. Allen Wise. He was wearing an Aussiebum Wonderjock in ice blue and was just really open and friendly. He had light brown hair and eyes and was really magnetic. What a casual ease he had about him. I got the feeling that Mr. Butterfly was going to have a good time on this trip.

Dr. Allen Wise

Aussiebum Wonderjock in Iceblue

Pete was also there. In daylight I could see that he was older, hugely muscular and had buzzed brown hair with steely blue eyes and a salt and pepper beard. He was also wearing Marine issue shorts, just like Austin’s.

Pete

He came over to check with us and see how we were doing. We said we were fine and thanked him for asking. We then continued our chat with Allen and William.

After our swim and bath, everyone gathered water from the river to iodize for drinking and cooking and headed back to the tent. Apparently, Oscar had caught some fish earlier and grabbed those for our breakfast. There were passion fruit back at the tent. The only thing missing was coffee. Coffee made with iodized water. I wonder how that would taste?

Photo credits: José, Chuck, Austin, Pete, William from Brawny Stud Allen & Oscar from So Slowly

Pleasant Dreams

This young Brawny Stud stretches upward for our amusement tonight. He tempts us with his well muscled body in a natural setting. What does this pose make you want to do to him? Does it give you ideas? What are they?

Pleasant Dreams

How about a little bit of blond boy tonight? Looks pretty tasty huh? Who wants a try some?


Photo credit: So Slowly

Blogger Narcissus Identity Revealed

I just received these photos from Brenton, who did the photo shoot earlier today. They are of blogger Narcissus of Synthetic Ego fame. Narcissus is a natural bodybuilder who is currently in competition and winning in Australia. He is planning on competing in the Australasian Championship, which should take place this coming weekend. Good luck Narcissus!






He's kind of cute too. Don't you think? Visit his blog; it may blow your mind. He is not as innocent as he looks. But then again, who is?

Afternoon Delight

Now that Folsom is over, is anybody bored yet? Sigh. I am. I am looking to meet somebody new. Hmm. Who do we have here? From So Slowly, here is Nicky. Let us take a close look at him.



That's right, get those clothes off. Good! Dark curly hair, obviously works out. Very good! Nice pecs, abs, guns, so far so good! Okay, get on the couch.



You heard me right, get on the couch. Please.


Oh my god, the face! He is an angel descended from heaven! O angel, where art your wings?



Sorry, didn't mean to go all poetic on you. Leaving? Oh no, you can't. I was really hoping that Cristiano would like to meet you, but we'll see. If anybody else wants to meet Ricky, let him know.

The Folsom Street Fair

Well, we finally made it to the Fair and all thanks to Toni!


This is what it is all about; people loving each other with freedom of expression because this is the United States of America. And don't nobody fuck with that! Hear!




Ain't it beautiful?

Pleasant Dreams

Well, we've just got to be getting closer to the Folsom Street Fair now. Perhaps these revelers will be able to point us there.

"Oho, Kind Sir, are we on the right track to the Fair?"

"Truly sorry, but I can't say really. Mistress Jessica might flog me again if I do."



Surely, this Leather Gentleman will be able to direct us.

"I say there, Young Man, do you know the way to the Fair?"

"I might, but it will cost you."

"Well, really! I say! What would that be all about?"

"Get an item of leather from the trunk on your right and then get on the bed! NOW!!!"

Well, gentle readers. Who will pay this price to find our way to the Fair in time for tomorrow?



Photo credits: young man with cage Brawny Stud, man in bed GlovedCopSF

Friday Fantasy - Part 2, Ecuadorian Equinox

Our flight from Baltimore to Atlanta took off on time, but due to thunderstorms, we circled the airport endlessly and landed late. Mr. Butterfly and I had to run up our concourse to the moving walkway and then run on the moving walkway to our next concourse to make our flight to Quito, Ecuador. We arrived out of breath, but glad to make our flight. Finally seated, we looked at each other in triumph. The rest of the flight went without incident.

When we got close to Quito we began to look out the windows for the airport. Where was it?

Finally we saw it right before we landed on it.

Mr. Butterfly and I grabbed our carryon bags and waited for what seemed like forever to get off the huge plane and made our way through the airport to baggage claim. We waited for our bags and snagged them off the carousel and made our way to customs and immigration. Once clearing that, we made our way to ground transportation to meet José.

José

Fortunately, he was holding a sign with our names on it, so we located him easily. He was young, cute and cheerful. José was going to be our translator, guide, technician, mountain climber, security guard and porter on this trip. We had to assemble a team of people who could assume multiple responsibilities to cover our needs. José could speak the language and knew his way around the country, so we sent him for training in mountain climbing and the technical aspects of botanical collection to fully utilize him on our team. We did the same with other members as well. Mr. Butterfly and I had also gone for some training in mountain climbing at certain points in our field experiences.

“Buenos días Señor y la Señora! I am José. I am pleased to meet you.”

“It is so nice to meet you José! You can call me Sue and this is Mr. Butterfly.” We all shook hands.

“My truck is just outside. Let me grab your bags and take you for a quick tour of Quito. Then we will head for the base camp and try to make it there before nightfall.”

We followed him outside and there was an off-white Toyota Land Cruiser. We stowed our gear in the back, and we all sat up front on the bench seat. Off we went for our tour of Quito.

We saw the Plaza Grande,

The San Francisco Plaza and Church,

The Presidential Palace,

La Compania de Jesus which has more than 1 ton of gold in leaf and other decoration used in the interior,

And a typical street scene.

Then we began to drive northeast towards Baeza and our base camp in the Mindo cloud forest. Some of the roads through the Andes were quite narrow. I felt quite tired and asked if I could go lie down in the back seat. Of course the guys agreed, so we pulled off the road and I got in the back and curled up across the seats. Mr. Butterfly reclined in the front seat to try to catch a nap also. We trusted José to drive us there.

Now that there was no conversation, José began to think of his teenage love, Trella. Her skin was as soft as cream, not like the Señora, the medico Fairview. That was not to say that the Señora’s skin was not nice, it was just not as soft as cream, it was that of an adult. His Trella had a beautiful young, lithe body with small perky breasts capped by brown nipples, a small waist, and soft little buttocks. The Señora had a similar body, actually she was probably in better physical shape than Trella, but he was in love with Trella’s youth, soft skin, tenderness, and untouched nature and virginity. He was the only man that would ever have her. Could he say the same of the Señora? So, he could not think of the Señora in a sexual way. He was too busy thinking of Trella. Her long black tresses, her black eyes, her soft loving form; these are what made his little mushroom headed cock stand to attention in the middle of the night. He just couldn’t wait to finish this job and rush home to marry her and finally make love to her. He inhaled deeply. They had gotten pretty close already and she was enjoying their encounters. This job would earn him the money to make his dream come true. Now that he had the training that this job provided, he could earn a living as a travel guide in his country in either the city or the jungle. He was pretty much set for life. José was a happy young man; he had everything he required for his universe, even his star.

José photo credit: Brawny Stud