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Man Up Films isn't a new site as such, but I've never covered it here before. The site is produced by porn performer Lance Hart and he's got quite a kinky collection of stuff on his site -- super heroes, foot worship, barebacking, domination, underwear wedgies, and more. There's a large collection of ball punishing sessions, and lots more kinky stuff in the site's 272 videos.

In the newest video, Mason Lear and August Alexander play a happily married couple, but August wants to explore sex with other guys. Mason isn't sure about opening their relationship. They go to a therapist (Alex Hawk) for some help talking it out. You won't believe what happens, come inside to find out.

22-year-old Dex Rivera returns to Red Hot Straight Boys for his fourth video. He didn't ask many questions, he just knows that site owner Tom is going to do something to get him off. Handjob? Blowjob? It's a surprise. However, Dex is the one with the surprise. 

Tom rubs Dex's cock, which is rock hard from the very start, and then about six minutes into the session Tom starts blowing Dex -- 20 seconds later the lad shoots his load. So Tom saves the scene by giving Dex his first anal massage. Now that's how you save a premature ejaculation scene.

There's a reason locker room architects commonly choose open shower stalls. And it's not to save on concrete and tile. Rather it's to save on what people would otherwise spend to go to male strip clubs that offer shower shows. This is also why there aren't too many male strip clubs that offer shower shows.

Blast bright lights on skin that's also being blasted with water and you end up with a certain shine and magic. The body becomes a shrink-wrapped action figure. And like playing with any toy, it can be done in a group, duo or solo setting.

For those of you who knowing little to nothing about rugby, allow me to explain. There are a bunch of guys on one team and a bunch of guys on another team. Most of the times it's the same number but sometimes not if some people are in the penalty box.

A rugby penalty box is clear plexiglass in which nudity (except for dirty sneakers and socks) is required. More than one player can be in the penalty box at any given time, including if from opposing teams. Solo, duo or group sex are all options for players when in the box. Since it originated decades ago, the penalty box has also been known as the penis box, but it's only been a decade since those broadcasting the game formally describe it as such.

Rugby players don't earn points for pulling each other's shorts down during the game, but do gain popularity for any nude or half-nude hijinks during practice or in their private lives.

If you were at any point a fan of Suzanne Somers' entrepreneurial success with exercise equipment, you're wondering why I didn't call this "Thigh Masters." If you don't know what I mean, consider her direct to consumer sales record-shattering product, the ThighMaster. It's still around decades later as the ThighMaster Gold.

But the real reason the kink for this extreme body feature can't be referenced with Thigh Master is because physical appearance is not a reliable indicator of sexual dominance (or submission) proclivities. Plus some guys aren't into power dynamic free sex, no domination, no submission in any sense.

That said, a bottom with such inner thighs could be directed to use them as nature (and/or steroids) intended: crushing someone's skull into a shoebox-shaped rectangle while receiving head. Tops like to suck cock too.

Sure, ballet dancers have plenty of abilities, like jumping 14 feet off the ground while clicking their heels together 47 times. Or lifting 100-pound, chain-smoking ballerinas while not laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of partially sheer tutus.

And to clarify, not all male ballet dancers are into such things (with themselves or various partners). But for those who are, I think an over 180 degree split would come in handy. As would the piston-fucking power of glutes of whatever is stronger than steel.

I wish I could call the underwear daddies. Then we'd know they solely dressed in underwear for all occasions, from the office holiday party to the grocery store. That would be obscenely lovely.

You'll have to trust me it's a daddy in the first picture. I'll admit I zeroed in on the kink in question. I deeply apologize, but perhaps you've already forgiven me.

An interest in seeing mature men in underwear should not preclude the possibility of wanting to seeing them out of their underwear. And if one chose to never wear underwear, I suppose I could somehow find a way to accept it.

Here's a kink based totally on assumptions tying the natural aging process of hair follicles to a range of unrelated characteristics. Like that somehow a guy with salt and pepper hair is distinguished, confident, stylish, masculine, adventurous, and (like salt and pepper themselves) seasoned.

But illogical associations are involved in the majority of kinks so this one isn't unusual in that way. And projecting meaning onto an image is a completely logical, practical thing to do when consuming porn. As for in-person interactions, assuming things about someone based on their hair is pretty much ill-advised.

But if there happens to be an eagerly naked and ready-to-go guy with salt and pepper hair in your general vicinity, there may be some conclusions you can draw.

Technically, only one of these guys is in his towel. Two have it held up to their crotch blocking you know what. Another is toweling off his hair while flashing his (to some) irresistible armpit. And another has his towel wrapped over his shoulders. While that's sort of "in," that'd be like wearing pants by wrapping the over your shoulders.

So only the guy taking the selfie is fully in his towel, magically arranged to showcase his muscles. I can't figure out his towel-tying technique. There's some origami going on that's part magic trick, or maybe his abs are keeping the towel up by sheer reverse gravity. Or, hopefully, the towel is about to fall off.

Obscene is a compliment. These are definitely third date underwear. If the first date consisted of lunch at Veggie Grill followed by 17 seconds of kissing. And the second date consisted of dinner at Veggie Grill followed by 3 minutes and 42 seconds of over the jeans spanking in the back seat of a cab driven by an ogling pervert.

Veggie Grill: processed, mid-priced vegan junk food bringing kinky people together since 2006.

Penis proud underwear is nothing new, though some of the fabrics and more involved designs have evolved. Or devolved depending how you look at it.

Considering the hoards of purposely sexy (not strictly functional) bras out there, and the assumedly multi-million dollar industry that is crotchless panties, I'm surprised the men's erotic underwear options aren't even more expansive.

I think it was the great philosopher Laganja Estranja, in her club banger treatise Legs, who said "Legs over head like a pretzel. You know you want it. You like how I throw it back like a missile."

Besides the obvious health benefits of staying as limber as you can, once you start to picture the possibilities, you may want to take up yoga in the new year. Not for all the purposeful breathing and metaphysical and spiritual aspects in this ancient practice. Leave those for the deep anal sex you'll have with the guy you meet at yoga class.

Some people obsess over their Real Housewives  TV franchise of choice. I'll stick with jockstraps. While the housewives also like to wrap themselves around cock and sweat with personal trainers, at least jockstraps don't throw Pinot Grigiot at anyone.

I've likely talked about jockstraps here before. So obsession is the key word.

A side kink is for folks who want gym shorts to be imbued with male aromas fully, including those from ass sweat, unguarded by briefs. There may be a direct path from bare ass to whatever part of you likes to touch bare ass. But there's also a direct path from the bare ass to the shorts or pants.

Pardon me while I try to use clairvoyance to look through someone's pants and see what's underneath. Darn, my clairvoyance isn't working. I need to eat more carrots.

Meteor showers are neat to watch. So are sun showers and their occasional rainbows. An I suppose some people have fun at bridal showers though why the hell would they. But if I had to pick, I'll go with a guy shower.

Maybe part of it is that the guy is freshly scrubbed after and ready to be sullied anew. Plus watching a guy towel off after has its own charms. But it's the showering itself that invites a certain intimacy. You wonder if the guy showers differently in the gang showers at the gym than he does alone at home.

Maybe at the gym he takes a bit longer if there happens to be a guy who catches his eye. While at home he takes a bit longer if he catches his own eye and does what comes naturally.

I used to go to a gym with a row of shower nozzles on one side, with no dividers. And on the other, there were individual stalls, each with a flimsy curtain that never closed all the way. Nobody ever complained they didn't fully obscure views as that was the point.

Some folks use waist cinchers to get this effect. Some folks work out their abs and practice their breath control until their body can produce its own waist-cinching effect. And that's been a move of competitive bodybuilders and physique models for over a hundred years.

And, based on my limited knowledge, I also think that level of belly control is part of some types of yoga, with the addition of belly rolling, vertical and side to side contractions. Now the yoga version doesn't necessarily have its kink aspect attached, but on the bodybuilding side, it sure can.

The wasplike abdomen just highlights the lats and chest even more, creating that fetishized V-taper muscle guys and their onlookers cream for. And it's also a look that's completely undoable by those with 'roid gut, a telltale bloating of the abdomen from steroids. Though not everyone on steroids has that side effect. Though I've spent more time looking at bodybuilders than educating myself about the intricacies of steroids, I do know that.

I can count on one hand the number of totally smooth cocks I've seen in locker rooms. I wish I could say count them "with" one hand because that sounds fun. I may get flustered and need to try to count them over and over.

Trimming is definitely more common than full-on shaving. And some people don't want the potentially silly and unusual look of shaved cock and hairy everywhere else, though I think it looks delightfully kinky as it makes the cock's shaved status stand out even more.

But so does an erection.

For folks into this is a kink, the shaving process itself and the result, seeing that indent at the base (which varies in depth and precise shape) can be part of the excitement. Seeing the cock hold itself up in erection with all its mechanisms visible is like being behind the scenes at an X-rated puppet show.