Embraced by sun and warmth, salty seamen and mermen, pressing my cock and balls deep into the sand while spread out on a wide blanket admiring and being admired — such is the stuff summer memories are made of.
Parallel Paths
Without having learned or practiced all the “religious” exercises, I would not have been able to tap into the spiritual Source that dwells and runs through every person and sentient being in the universe.
Stomp
I’ve had many a time with a man, stripped off our garb, admiring each other and our boots while rubbing shafts, pressing a heel up against a hungry crotch.
Summer, turns me upside down
Love, brotherhood, and sensuality will return to once again remind us of all the pleasures of summer!