Gay Jock Blog

Not "manspreading" as in self-entitled men spreading their legs ultra-wide on crowded public transportation taking multiple seats because they are just so important. But "manspreading" as in check out these hot, fucking guys because I'm going to spread so they can have a hot, fucking time in my hot, fucking hole.

Yeah, I said hole.

Hey, don't you want the guy you're with to have your idea of a dream body? Like you see him with clothes on, and are hoping when you unwrap the present that is him, that you won't want to return him.

For some a dream body is a big, old bear. I don't mean big ol' I mean old as in actually old. And for others a dream body is not caring about the guy's body but just wanting to play with his used underwear. So that's sort of a negative space situation. Clothes without the body. 

Attraction is complicated.

Seeing Dean and Robbie rock climbing shirtless is a sight for sore eyes. Robbie gets paired with some hotties, but Dean is one hell of a cute guy! Robbie confesses to getting more and more gay the more he visits Sean Cody to do a scene. The chemistry between them is so obvious, and the rough bareback fucking that ensues is well worth watching!

That's like Wonder Woman but men and more than one. But still the overall effect is superhero. And I like superheroes. 

Pity none actually exist. I mean for all the movies out there, there has yet to be a person who can fly. For all the radioactive spiders out there, there has yet to be a nerd bitten by one. And for all the muscular guys in shorts sitting outside, there has yet to be one whose shorts spontaneously disintegrate, despite my attempt to use my nonexistent telekinetic powers.

Which means I guess I'm not a superhero either.

Trend alert! Clothes are over. At least when you're at home. Alone. With a cell phone in your hand. In front of a mirror. And turned on.

As a reminder, you may want to consider sticking some masking tape to the floor of your entryway. Once you cross that line, it needs to be without clothes. So this will create a new furniture type: the console dresser.

You know, as compared to a console table. That skinny table with a single vase and magazine on it. Nope, you need all your clothes to be at your entryway for easy off/on.

Chris Jansen enjoys cruising in the local park, and it doesn't go without reward when Joshua Levy is the delicious guy he picks up and takes back to a nearby apartment. Jansen can't wait to see his buddy's cock and has the hot little twink in his jockstrap, getting his butthole penetrated with an object and his cock.

Markie More is here yet again, helping a young piglet enjoy some sex. Jealous? No. I lie. Anyway, Brendan is totally undressing Markie with his eyes. Markie reads the signs and the stolen glances get turned into a sex session. Who wouldn't sniff that jock? Brendan certainly isn't refusing. So, he gets fucked.

This muscle jock cum slut is begging for dick. He needs it in his ass so hard that he's headed straight to the Sketchy Sex apartment to start sucking on the first dick he sees with a dildo hanging out his ass, to signify he wants a good pounding. It isn't long before the dudes get the message and the dick-hungry slut gets pounded hard by everyone!

Picwik is in a horny, slutty mood, waiting for someone to come over to fuck his ass. He eagerly awaits John Despe, a toned stud, to come over and begin working his tool into that well-framed ass in a jockstrap. John walks in to find him face down, ass up and ready to serve. Before filling that slut's hole he wants to oral fun, but then soon gives the bottom what he wants and fills him with his swollen cock and pounds away.

Except when they're not everywhere. Sometimes you're in a hunk desert. Isn't that awful? But reminds you of the importance of really looking hard when you do spot someone. Really appreciating it. And (here's the totally crazy, fucked up part), smiling and/or saying hello if at all possible.

Then something may end up happening beyond looking. I get that so much of our socializing is online, but nothing can replace 3D, in-person, for-real encounters. You can read someone's energy. Like maybe the guy looks amazing but strikes you as terrifying. So steer clear. But maybe he looks amazing and has amazing energy. Steer right to him.

It's raining jocks. And snowing jocks. And there's the very real threat of being buried in jocks. And flooded in jocks.

Now why aren't you showing the slightest bit of concern and alarm? It's almost like you want to be overloaded with jocks. Well, like people who choose to hang dockside to watch tidal waves because they are so awesome, I guess you'll get what you have coming to you. Or on you.

At what point was an entire type of person named after a jockstrap? Not logical, I know. But logic goes out the window when bulges and muscles are involved. And without logic, I have all sorts of great ideas of a first date.

Forget the whole "Let's meet for coffee" thing, which yes is my standby if meeting someone in person for the first time. Better to meet while he's in the middle of changing his clothes outside. Or in the middle of having a boner on the train. Or in the middle of having a naked chest when he walks by with a naked chest.

Oh no, it's the big D coming to get you! That's right, Diet Coke is here and it means business. That or Dee Wallace Stone, the mom from E.T. Or the more viable threat, Dee Snyder from pop heavy metal hair band Twisted SIster. 

To be honest, I'm talking about dick. Big dick. Big, big dick. So feel free to shop with your eyes. Not that any of this dick has a price tag. Which is good, because even if it did, it's not like I have big dick money. I have to use that to do my laundry.

Whether in motion or at rest, jocks are just plain awesome. As long as I don't have to make conversation with one. How much can one talk about sports without losing consciousness? Like the guy on the airplane who thought maybe he'd be safe from being snapped if only he closed his syes.

Isn't that a mental development thing? That age when a kid thinks the world disappears if they close their eyes. Or is it that thing where if you put an object behind your back, the child thinks it no longer exists so it's a magical amazing surprise when you make it reappear.

And out of focus but still worth it. Because there's nothing that says genuine spy pic than a blurry locker room shot. So wrong. And so worth it. Like watching a horrible reality TV show. 

Now why isn't there a show about locker room peepers and the men who try to avoid them and fail? It could be called The Real Peepers of Random Men's Locker Rooms of Beverly Hills and Other Places. Or just Check Out His Ass! Yeah, the latter would probably get higher ratings.