Gay Jock Blog

With food, mmmmmmm is what you say after you eat it. With guys, it's what you say before you partake, or to tackily hit on a guy with the goal of making him creeped out and uncomfortable. Isn't that everyone's goal? Straight guys may want head but they tend not to want to be hit on when they're not in total control. But it's the male gaze. And straight guys need to deal with it.

If you're at a gym and see a guy with headphones in but you're wanting to hit on him, consider that he may be wearing the headphones because he doesn't want to be bothered. I heard a couple of physically desirable straight guys at the gym comparing notes on strategies and the headphones with no music playing thing was the preferred method.

I'd like to report a serious stud situation. I'd tell you the location but it's affecting large swaths of cities and towns around the world. Studs are everywhere!

And if I'm interpreting these candid pics correctly, there's a college runner with a crazily snake-like midsection. Is there such a thing as a 60 pack? You know when your running singlet is loose around your stomach that you're doing something right.

Desire. It's this thing where you want something or it wants you. But it doesn't mean anything happens. It could mean nothing happens and that may make desire tire or grow stronger. It could mean something happens and that makes desire grow weaker. Or best of all, it could mean something happens and that makes desire grow stronger.

Most of my desires don't make it past the pure desire stage. No idea how to change that at the moment, so desire for desire's sake will have to do.

All the world's a stage. Or in the case of bulging crotch guys and jock guys and hot guys of every stripe, all the world's a male strip club stage. Or at least when I undress them with my eyes.

That can lead to problems though. Sometimes when you undress a guy with your eyes, you end up being horrified by his tacky imaginary underwear. Nearly enough to confront him about his poor taste in undergarments.

I need a jock whistle. Like a dog whistle in that it produces a certain frequency sound that only jocks can hear. And it drives them wild. Making them hunt me (in a non-Law & Order SVU kind of way). Creates a compulsion in them to be their jock selves as close to me as possible. Hopefully negative 8".

Well I wish these guys were my buddies. I might need to practice what I'd say. Maybe "Hey buddy, how's it going?" Or "Hey buddy, do you need me to clean your uniform for you? Just take it off right here and wait on my couch while I hand wash it with my mouth." Are those things buddies say to each other?

I might e terrible at pulling off the butch buddy thing. I think part of it is being able to coexist with the guy without overtly starting at his crotch for longer than 1.5 seconds. I definitely go into the 150+ seconds zone.

Hot Dudes with Dogs is a thing now. But some words of warning: just because the dog is adorable, and multiples the guy's adorableness doesn't mean the guy isn't a jerk. Like none of these guys have returned my calls. My thousands of calls. Damn them!

But why is it a hotness amplifier? Probably because it shows a guy is nurturing and playful, maybe even rough and tumble, rambunctious and adventurous (depending on the dog). Though that doesn't mean he'd be all those things with you. He may be cold as hell with fellow humans. Hey, I'm glad guys are all lovey dovey with their pets. Hell yes to that! But it doesn't mean lovey dovey to their fellow man, even to their boyfriends.

"You've got a hot fucking body" is right up there as a pick-up line. Not necessarily if you're looking for a long-term relationship though. That would be more like "You've got an amazing personality and I want to spend time with you for years and your body is good enough to get through sex with you sometimes if neither of us are too tired or have made some other excuse to not have to do it."

Though if you can score a long-term relationship with a guy who has a hot fucking body, then congratulations and fuck you to hell.

So much emphasis on men's fashion nowadays. Fuck that! I'll take a physically hot guy in boring clothes over a physically boring guy in hot clothes anyday. My logic is flawless as is my delusion that I get to have my pick of guys such as this one. Buy hey, I can dream, right?

I've played with (but not dated) a guy as built as this one. As far as dating, it would really fuck with my plan to super care about a guy's personality. I mean conversation may matter just a bit less if my hands are on those pecs squeezing for dear life.

I want to visit jock paradise, do you? I haven't quite managed to find it though. I'd heard the way there is Exit 57 off the New Jersey Turnpike, then take a hard right at the Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge and go down the alley between JoAnn's Fabrics and the Christian Science Reading Room.

But all I found was Madonna's career.

Don't you hate when clothes get in the way of a fine crotch or a fine ass? I don't. I love it actually. I love that place where fabric meets flesh. Add motion and I'm in heaven. That's what sunglasses and subtlety are for.

The exhausted guy at the gym can't expect to let his guard down and not be snapped. I'd say he's spreading his legs, inviting attention, but with those muscles, his legs spread themselves. If he's taking roommate applications, I'm in.

I give these guys 5 Sexy as Fucks on a scale of 5 Sexy as Fucks. Isn't that how People magazine rates movies? Starting with their review of 1982's Gandhi, which only got 2 Sexy as Fucks and some Oscars or something.

But what's the key to being sexy as fuck? I think it has something to do with perceiving oneself as such and carrying oneself that way. Feeling sexy as fuck and dressing (or undressing) to match. Knowing one is sexy as fuck and acting on it. Going to the gym like a second full-time job isn't enough. One must own it.

Apparently I have a jock addiction. Need to see them. Need to jack to them. Need to watch them do their jock stuff, PG, R and XXX.

Really wishing I had the power of invisibility (and throw in silence and desolidification, the latter so I can walk through walls and guys can walk through me). That way I can be the ultimate guy watcher. Thankfully, just like the movies when someone can walk through walls somehow they don't fall through the floor, so I can maintain my place in the men's locker room and even follow a certain guy home if I wanted.

Pierced, skinhead and total slut Pitt Bull is hanging out in the club hoping to have his eager mouth and hole put to good use, cruising around in just his jockstrap and sneakers at French Lads. Sunny Blue is there at hand to give the boy just what he needs with his stiff dick. Pitt Bull services Sunny's uncut French meat at the bar and then moves to the dark room to fill that jock butt with his big dick, deep up his guts.

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Hey, look! It's jocks on display! And no, I don't give a fuck about any of the actual sports they play or jocky recreational activities they do. I just care about their bodies. Funny thing is, that's how a lot of people feel but they won't admit it.

Just like those teenyboppers screaming for Elvis weren't so much all about Elvis, but really screaming for their own sexual liberation, the liberation of their desire, some sports fans wouldn't be quite so obsessed were it not for the skin on display.