Hi, friends and readers:

How was your Friday? Was work a drag? Well, put it behind you; the weekend’s here. Being the nice guy I am, I’m posting another pair of my favorite black and whites for your viewing pleasure. The young man to the left doesn’t look too happy. Maybe he needs a smooch on those pouty lips of his? And maybe another on his freckled nose?

I kept busy today, mostly with my writing, but I also cleaned house, the bathrooms and the kitchen needed attention. I don’t wish to return to a grungy home on Sunday evening.

My boyfriend’s at work tonight, but my good friend and neighbor will share a bottle of Beaujolais with me before I have my evening meal. It’s nice here tonight, neither warm nor cool. Just, pleasant ….

Oh, yes: I still have to pack for our Philadelphia trip. One should never pack while drinking, but I’m afraid I’ve already drunk a few beers and a glass of wine. When will I learn?

If you have never visited Philly, you should. Okay, there are bad sections, but that is true of every major city. Philly has amazing architecture, dating back to the 1700′s: the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, and Society Hill are must-sees. The city has a huge gay population. I’ve always visited a gay club called Woody’s; I think it’s on Spruce Street (which I call “Bruce Street) and all sorts of cute Asian boys from University of Pennsylvania dance with their shirts off. Yummy ….

I’ll take my laptop on the plane with me tomorrow, and I promise I will try to post if I have a minute during the house party we’re attending. Have a great weekend, friends.

Hi, friends and readers:

I know not everyone appreciates black and white photography, but I’m a huge fan, and I thought I’d share two of my favorites with you this morning.

Okay, the young man to the left is probably a total narcissist, but the does have an amazing body, and he’s cute as well. I’ll overlook his obnoxious attitude.

It’s a quiet morning, here on the island. May is always peaceful here because our winter visitors have left, and our summer tourists don’t begin arriving until schools let out for summer break.There is very little traffic, and the stores and restaurants are nearly empty.

What do you think of the photo to the left? The young man’s quite beautiful, of course, but I love the expression on his face, and I like his unruly hair. And look at those lips. He’s definitely boyfriend material.

I don’t have much planned for today. Some service people will be here for a while, doing work in the attic and outside, so I’m kind of stuck here. That’s okay, I have much to do in the writing department. In addition, my boyfriend and I will travel to Philadelphia tomorrow morning, to attend a weekend house party our friend throw each year. About 75 gay men will be there, and it’s always fun. I always find it difficult to pack when I travel to the northeast at this time of year. It seems this weekend the weather will be somewhat cool, with a high of about 70 degrees F, so I’d better pack a sweater and blue jeans, as the party is held outdoors.

Wherever you are, friends, I hope you’ll have a pleasant Thursday.

Hi, friends and readers:

Last week, I posted a few video clips of guys bound and gagged. The response I received was overwhelming. People find such photos stimulating, and I am not sure why.

Bondage creates a situation where one person’s completely in control of another. And if the captive is sexually attractive, all kinds of possibilities arise. The person in control can do whatever he pleases, which is kind of a power trip, right?

Of course, oftentimes the person who’s tied up gets a sexual thrill from his surrender of control. The kink can go both ways, it seems.

A few years back, I wrote a novella titled Passion Play, originally published by Torquere Press, then re-released by CreateSpace. The story explores the dark world of BDSM. Here’s the blurb:

Reverend Luke helps put on the Passion Play at his church every year. Nearly eighty parishioners get involved, and this year brothers James and Marcus Thibodeaux will be participate. James will play Jesus, but there’s a hitch; he’s deaf, so Marcus will act as translator.

James is beautiful and young–almost angelic in appearance–and just the person to portray Jesus. Or is he? When Reverend Luke begins a sexual relationship with Marcus, he learns things about James that are hardly angelic. Can Reverend Luke convince James to be penitent and worthy of portraying Jesus?

Be forewarned, Passion Play is not a story for the squeamish. The sex is rough and kinky, and the characters are not particularly lovable. But many readers have found the book . . . stimulating. You can check it out by clicking on the book’s cover in the sidebar to the right.

Okay, everyone, I have a busy day ahead of me, so I’ll close this post. Have a great Wednesday, wherever you are.

Hi, friends and readers:

When a guy’s home alone, sometimes he likes to lie in bed naked, maybe reading a book or just staring out the window, watching the world go by. Or sometime’s he “takes matters into his own hands”, so to speak. It’s a nice, private way to relax on a Saturday afternoon, when no one else is around.

Do you like the photos I’ve posted here this morning as much as I do? I love the lighting and the way the models are posed. Who wouldn’t want to jump into bed with either guy?

I’ve had a busy morning. I took my three-mile beach walk not long after sunrise. After a quick breakfast, I got to work editing my new novel, tweaking various scenes to make them more vivid, and also working on certain plot twists that need improvement.

Outside, it’s a pretty nice day. After lunch, wile my boyfriend studies, I’ll do some yard work a a bit of home repair. Summer’s heat is right around the corner, so it’s best I get these things done before thing getting stinking hot. I’m also preparing my rental apartment for my summer tenant, who arrives June first. Yesterday, I hung Venetian blinds at three windows, a tricky project, but now it’s done and the blinds look great.

My boyfriend is working this evening, s I’ll be on my own. I have much to keep me busy, in the writing department, so I won’t be at a loss for something to do. I’ll prepare a simple dinner for myself, and maybe I’ll share a bottle of wine with my neighbor, too.

I experienced heavy traffic, here on this website, over the past week. Thanks to everyone who stopped by. Wherever you are today, I hope you’re enjoying your Tuesday.

Hi, friends and readers:

Whenever I’m in Europe, my friends want me to share a sauna with them. I always tell them, “I’m from Florida; I live in a sauna six months out of the year. So, no thanks.”

Anyway, I understand the joy of a good sweat when it’s cold and gray outdoors, and the sights in Berlin’s gay saunas are nothing short of spectacular, like the young man in the photo to the left. Who could resist sweating with him?

Okay, I’ve just finished playing one of the worst rounds of golf I’ve had in over a year. I couldn’t hit anything right. It was like I could not concentrate on playing the game today, and I don’t know why. But I still had fun. I played with my boyfriend and a friend of ours, and the weather was nice, so the morning wasn’t a total loss.

I have to remain philosophical about golf, because I know I’ll never be a good player, just decent, at best. What’s important is I enjoy myself when I’m out there.

I have a few “around the house” projects to work on this afternoon, and my boyfriend and I may visit the beach for a nice walk, before dinner time.

I’m not sure what’s in store for our evening. We have a Netflix rental, or maybe we’ll take a six-pack to the shuffleboard courts down the street, for a round of “shuffle beer.” We play until the beer runs out; it’s a very informal competition, and it’s a nice thing to do on a pretty evening.

All right, everyone, I hope wherever you are and what you are doing, your’e having a good Monday.

Hi, friends and readers:

I’m not sure what to make of the video clip I have posted here tonight. I would describe the young man’s position as “contorted.” It doesn’t look comfortable at all, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the situation. What’s he thinking about? Who’s he thinking about. Well, anyway, he’s cute and I find the video uber sexy. It’s my Mother’s Day gift to all you guys.

Here’s another little video clip; I think it’s pretty sexy, too. Sorry it’s not bigger, but when I download a .gif file, I can’t re-size it like I can a .jpeg file; I’m not sure why.

I’m home from my Mother’s Day roadtrip. The traffic was crazy on I-275 and I-4. I thought everyone stayed home on Mother’s Day, but I think all of central Florida hit the road today. Our island was mobbed by beachgoers; there wasn’t a parking space to be found out here today. I can’t blame people; the weather today was gorgeous: warm, breezy, and dry, just perfect for sunning youself by the shore.

My boyfriend’s home and soon I will fire up the charcoal grille. It’s steak and potatoes night, after I dined on vegetarian last night. Honestly, I don’t mind eating vegetarian; for a period of several years, back in my college and law school days, I never ate meat. I got my protein from dairy products, nuts, and whole grains. But I do like some red meat on occasion, and tonight’s a perfect night to grille.

I hope everyone had an enjoyable Mother’s Day. Have a great evening, guys, and give your boyfriend a smooch. It’s important.

Hi, friends and readers:

Gay boys and men tend to have special relationships with their moms, I guess because our moms love us despite the fact we are a bit . . . different. Okay, maybe I didn’t quarterback my high school’s football team, but I did a hell of a job performing in a lead role in The Music Man, a play chosen for my high school’s bi-annual musical show. My mom seemed awfully proud of my performance, and so did one of my best friends, Bill, who did quarterback the football team, and who did spend the night at our house frequently, during our senior year.

Bill, where are you today?

In about 45 minutes I will climb into the Element, and then I’ll drive eastward to visit my mom at the ALF where she resides. I’ll take her out to lunch and we’ll share some laughs. The drive is a total drag, 90 minutes of insane traffic, each way, with some of the worst drivers east of the Mississippi. But that’s what you do for your mom on Mother’s Day, right?

If you are lucky enough to have your mom around, be sure to do something nice for her today. You’ll be glad you did.

Hi, friends and readers:

Did you know a guy’s eyebrows and lips shrink with age? It’s a sad fact. If you pay attention to the young men you encounter during your day, you’ll notice how beautiful their lips and eyebrows are, like the two young men in today’s photo posts. Who could resist kissing either guy? Not me, that’s for sure …..

I slept in late this morning, so I eschewed my morning walk on the beach. I’ll take a walk this afternoon, instead. Right now, I have much to do in the writing department, so I’ll stay inside where the air conditioner keeps things quiet and comfortable.

This is the time of year when things become quiet on our little island. The winter residents have all fled north, and kids are still in school, so we don’t have our summer tourists here yet. Traffic lessens and the stores and restaurants are not crowded. The weather’s not too hot yet, so outdoor activities are pleasant. What could be better?

My “man date” with my friend Tom went well last night. We enjoyed a nice dinner at a little Italian place not far from where I live. Then we drove into downtown St. Petersburg to attend a Florida Orchestra concert featuring the music of The Doors. The orchestra did a great job; I enjoyed myself, but the guy who sang did not do a very good job of replacing Jim Morrison.

Oh, well, some things just can’t be duplicated. It was still a nice evening, and I am glad I went.

My boyfriend’s working again tonight, but friends have invited me for dinner in the city tonight, so I won’t be lonely. My hosts are married, with a young child. I have known the husband since he was eight years old. In fact, I used to drive him to elementary school in the morning, as he lived only a block from my home at the time. He’s a very sweet guy and his wife’s a sweetheart, too. So, I’ll have a nice time, for sure.

All right, everyone, I must get busy, so I’ll wish you all a pleasant Saturday. Keep your eyes on alert for lips and eyebrows. They’re everywhere.

Hi, friends and readers:

Response to this morning’s “guys with big feet” photos was more than enthusiastic. I knew there were many foot-lovers among my followers; I just needed to give you an excuse to make yourselves heard.

You know me, I’m an accommodating guy, so I’m giving you two more “big feet” photos for your to enjoy this evening. Hey, it’s Friday. Time to relax and kick off your shoes, maybe get your boyfriend to suck a little toe. Yummm ….

I’m home from the YMCA and the golf range, all in all an enjoyable afternoon. In a few minutes, I’ll jump in the shower. Then it’s off to town to enjoy the Florida Orchestra play the music of The Doors, a 1960′s and early 1970′s rock band led by Jim Morrison, who once lived in this area. I hear the guy who will sing Morrison’s part is pretty good. I’m dining out beforehand with my hetero, “man date.” He’s a great guy, and we should have a great evening, but I doubt he’ll ask to suck my toes after the concert.

Have a nice Friday evening friends.

Hi, friends and readers:

Are you the type of guy who enjoys worshiping another man’s feet? I know there are many “feet lovers” out there, so I thought I’d share a couple of photos you guys would enjoy.

I can’t say that feet are an object of my desire, but I do recall meeting a handsome young Frenchman in Budapest one summer. He really liked my size eleven feet and my smelly running shoes, and he was an expert toe-sucker. I thought, “Hey, why not?”

I got up early this morning, about 6:30. A low-hanging cloud kept things cool during my three-mile beach walk. The Gulf was calm and I saw an entire pod of bottle-nose dolphins chasing breakfast, right near the shore. What a beautiful sight. This was also the first morning this year I have entered the Gulf of Mexico. I didn’t swim, I just sort of sat in the water, up to my chest. The water was cool, but refreshing, and I’ll try it again, tomorrow.

It’s a typical Friday for me. I’m done writing for the day. After lunch, my boyfriend and I will visit the YMCA for our usual workout and lap-swimming. Maybe we’ll shoot some baskets, too. Afterward, he’ll go to work and I’ll visit the driving range. Tonight, I’m going to the symphony with a straight male friend of mine I have known since I was a teenager. We’ll dine out beforehand, at a good restaurant. It’s another “man date” for Martin, you could say.

Have a nice Friday, everyone.