Gay Fetish Blog

After a hard day building in the nude, your guy needs to be put to work at home. Take out the trash. Change a lightbulb. Fix the radiator. Fuck your ass and mouth mercilessly. And move the bed back where it originally was before all the merciless fucking.

Sure, most sexual admiration of working guys don't involve a naked working guy. Something about work sites having crazy rules about safety. But here we can skip the middle man, by which I mean clothes. And get right to the heart of the matter. 

From twinks to muscle guys, long hair finds a home on many bodies. The shampoo industry (and guys who lust after long-hair fellas) give collective thanks.

I did not include guys who have their locks pulled up in that horrible word "mun" (aka man bun). Not because some aren't attractive, but I figure on a kink level, it's good to see the hair, and imagine fully grabbing it or possibly depositing various liquids on it. Hint: not shampoo.

Super cosplay is that sort of blend between more formal cosplay (in which you just better get it absolutely right or face the wrath of a gaggle of nerds) and superhero softcore (in which you have to give someone a boner through your personification of superhero or supervillainy).

Plus there are bulges.

While it's not a kink I directly share, I am kink adjacent. Because I'm super into doing the laundry of super folks. There's just something about cum stains in tights. It's what unites humanity (and dry cleaners) everywhere.

Massive muscle building is not required to have pecs that beg to be manhandled. What helps is for the owner of the pecs to present them for viewing and touch and to say things like "Squeeze my pecs."

Or "I'd really appreciate if you would ever so gracefully and firmly squeeze my fucking tits." 

Or "I demand you call in sick to work so you can play with my chest all day because I say so. Please." I added the please as who says brutal, controlling dominant folks can't say please. And yes it counts as dominant to demand something be done to you.

Le Butt Du Bubble. Das Butt Bubble. Burbuja Culo. Or some other bastardization of language, all to say holy fuck this is ass.

Inviting ass. Exciting ass. Intriguing ass. Exploding ass.

Okay, maybe not exploding. People don't like exploding ass. I mean it's good as a security measure but it's rather counterproductive when it comes to butt orgasms. Nobody wants an ass known as a grenade.

Chase Coxxx has a bottom locked up in his dungeon, ready and willing to take care of his master's huge cock whenever Chase wants. As if Adam Russo has a choice. As if he'd even want to say no. Tonight Coxxx feeds his huge dick down his slave's throat before bending him over the sofa and burying his monster tool deep in Russo's ass.

For some, this is an oxymoron fetish. As some armpitters are into the hair element, the exposure of a gruff masculinity with concurrent scents and mystery.

But for others, admiration the full armpit exposure smoothness communicates, common among bodybuilders and other athletes, is a life goal. It can be an extension of a desire to see smoothness overall, as the pecs, biceps, traps, and delts converge. And it can align with anything from a tickling fetish to jock functionality. A gymnast, for example, will often have smooth armpits so nothing gets caught or pulled during their extreme athletic activity.

Or it just looks good to judges. Whether a judge in a formal competition, or an informal gay judge looking for their gay armpit lover dream guy, smoothness can win the day.

Yes, you too can own a magical, portable glory hole. You already do. It's called your fly. And with it (and whatever parts you have behind it) you can turn any random place into a glory hole, including, ironically, a glory hole actually built into the bathroom stall wall.

That would be a penis passing through two glory holes at once. One literal and one figurative. That's a lot of glory-hole action.

Now a lot of them are totally dead, so it's good to go with the portable option, like when you're at a restaurant or hockey game or Harrods. That's a London department store because I'm pretending I'm well-traveled. In fact, I am only well-traveled when it comes to portable glory holes.

I asked my partner what he thought of puppy play. "Is that the thing where guys wear dog snouts and stuff?" he asked. I told him it was. "It's ridiculous," he barked, adding, "I don't understand why guys want to be treated like that." I think most of us probably think puppy play is weird, a little absurd, and maybe even preposterous. I remember feeling the same way when I first heard one man call another daddy. But now, all these years later, I get charged up when a man says to me, "You make Daddy's dick feel good, you're such a good boy." So let's break down puppy play and see what it's all about.

In the mood to be crushed by a hardcore muscle ass? Want to play hard with glutes so ripped they can actually fuck you? Or terrified by muscles that you didn't quite know could exist?

All of the above for me. Though I'm not sure how an ass could fuck me, I'm sure it could figure it out. I think it involves said ass clenching a bat between its cheeks (between not in) and then wielding it like a pinch hitter at the World Series of Anus.

The benefit to dating a guy who regularly gets splattered and caked in mud is you never have to buy him a spa gift certificate. Though I'm thinking spa-grade mud is of a bit different quality than random sludge.

But when you're getting a mud treatment at a spa, they tend to dissuade boners.

Now I can't recreate the sound effects of all this. The squishes and splashes and splorks and squeaks and sucks. But I'm assuming that's part of the kink. As the mud is its own organism at that point.

Why would a sexual interest in jeans (and the men's stuff stuffed in the jeans) need a spotlight? Who, besides some country club elitist with an aversion to denim, would not appreciate some bulging, tight, inviting jeans?

But that's the point. Just because an interest is shared by a majority doesn't make it generic and meaningless. It's still a kink.

And it's philosophically no different than a more specialized sexual interest such as role playing doctor patient, or doctor dressed as Batman treating patient dressed as a wombat.

Le Jocke Strappe. Jocko Strappo. Zhokke Tzrap. Whatever you call it, it's like a big, shiny bow on the present that is cock.

And it does a good job of framing an ass. Real hard worker, that jockstrap. Good guy. He deserves to soak up all the sweat, cum and piss he can. 

Leather muscle top Lord Krshna gets his cock serviced by bottom pig Jesse Balboa. Then the top bangs Jesse over a fuck bench and Owen Hawk joins him with a tag-team ass assault.

It's natural to put the spotlight on dildos because guys who stuff themselves with dildos tend to like to see it going in and stretching them open. And like athletes who record their performances in order to later analyze technique, self-observation can be important.

Especially if the goal is to take on a dildo as big as one's forearm or mortgage.

They don't have to be seen as a replacement for being fucked, despite the sometimes extremely penis-y look of the things. Some are more abstract sculptures of sorts. And all are an extension of masturbation. Even if it's being done primarily for an audience.