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Oh, My, God! That image takes me back to the exciting days -and nights- of cruising Santa Monica Boulevard in the '80s, looking for the local talent. Not all were good catches, but the fishing was delightful. I do miss those days, as well as bars like Numbers (on Sunset) and Rounds (New York), places where "young entrepreneurs went to meet older financiers." Thank you for the glimpse along Memory Lane.

Flamboyant? Maybe. Horny? Absolutely!

Beautiful backside! I volunteer to clean off the sand.

To keep with the musical theme introduced by g56whiz, "I'd rather be blue, thinking of you, I'd rather be blue over you, than be happy with somebody else..."

Lazy bitch! He's got two free hands.

That's a little too close to "crime and pun-ishment."

Oh, please, Sweetheart. Let me help you out of all those clothes.

Apparently, he's applying his "special" wax finish.

Precisely. The only reason someone looking like that would be in Indianapolis is that he couldn't make bail or buy a bus ticket to Chicago.

My trusting nature, my simplicity, and my mother's cooking.

Damn shame. karljr -whoever in the pics he really is- is just my type.

That is practically hypnotic to watch! The slow motion effect and those eyes are mesmerizing.

Firstly, the Sitting One is facing the wrong way! So close, yet... Secondly...O.M.G., the "Big One" is absolutely magnificent. I could spend a month, or more, just trying to make him smile, and a lifetime keeping him happy. "Just point, Studly, I'll take it from there."

As has probably already been said elsewhere in these forums, God gave Man both a brain and a penis but only enough blood to run one at a time.

It took me a while to realize there were cracks in the wall, too.

Is this the Mormon Missionary position?

"Lean back and relax, sir. This could take a while."

What a perfect back and butt! A shame to ever cover them up.

Yes, I'll be "eating out" tonight!

Just a note of caution when it comes to wardrobe choices. I've seen myself in enough photos that forced the thought, "That's not really how I look, is it?" Well, the sad answer is "Yes," that is how I look in the lens of a camera, and in the eyes of others. The mirror is not a true friend who tells you what you need to know, but rather one that tells you what you want to believe. Think of all the people you see each week or month on the streets, in shops, and in restaurants, dressed in age-inappropriate garb - too tight, too bright, too-20s-in-your-50s - but apparently oblivious to their reality. Neither their mirror nor their friends have told them the painful truth. All this from one in his early 70s, with many dinners and a little wisdom under his belt. If you're younger and fitter and braver, you may well look good in younger and trimmer fits. But be aware that your only honest friends are a camera and your own eyes. Be guided more by their honest appraisals then be deluded by dreams of a youth that may be moving past its prime.

How do you even know that, presumably off the top of your head? I'm both amused and impressed. Bravo!

"Tell me when it hurts," he said.

Couldn't have said it better myself. When I see ads for some escorts and weigh their pics against their stats against their claims, I conclude the escort will one day be a featured, but unnamed, profile in a future psychoanalyst's doctoral thesis. What makes some people tick? Amazing!

And so then he says, "They're not gonna lick themselves. Bitch."

I saw, and tipped, DC Chandler, many times in the old Secrets in DC, located at Half and O Streets SE, before the Nationals' stadium was built over it. He was indeed a very big boy, and a very nice boy, too. Before those days, however, back in the '80s, I met a young man who was dancing at The Chesapeake House, an old dilapidated building at 9th & H Streets NW in DC. The bar seemed a bit seedy in a most appropriate way and had some of the most beautiful dancing boys I've seen even to this day. That meeting started a decade-long affair with a gorgeous, handsome, muscled man, whom I came to love very much. At some point, and without telling me what he was doing, he went off to California and made several porn flicks with Catalina (and others, too, I think), under the name Rush Adams. He also made a few for Can-Am. One of these days, I might learn how to post a pic, but for now, a Google image search under his porn name should still produce a few results.