I think it's about time to ogle another of the boys from Slide, don't you? Meet Rusty.
photo by Kal Yee
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Me, in a nutsack. I mean shell.
- Michael
- Ohio, United States
- I'm a simple guy. I like y'all, but don't tell me you're a "people person", OK? Also, if you tell me you are "straight-acting", I'll still be polite (Grandma Betsy lives on in me), but we'll be through. I read. I can love you if you don't read much, but if you read really bad shit, then I may not be able to love you. I'm liberal. Way. Who doesn't enjoy a nice trip (or a nice piece of fish)? I've traveled some, and I'll arrange my life so that I always can. Old people, babies (in their case, I think it's because my head/body ratio is similar), and your mother dig me (probably more than you do), and I'm OK with that. Know that if I am into you, I'll be amenable to just about anything. He'll be a lucky man who I aim to please. I'm aiming just thinking about you.
Animike
14 comments:
Rusty is indeed quite the hotness, Mikey.
But, in a rare moment of honesty and seriousness here, I always get a twinge of sadness on the occasional basis when I hear that name, or even when I see the "Rusty" surfbrand name here in Oz.
You see, when I was in the middle of my active addiction, around 1986, for a while I was living with two guys in this dingy caravan (you would call it a trailer). That is, until even they couldn't handle me and I moved out on my own. Anyways, one was called Red, a dude I had known from school who was always in some kinda trouble and had a bit of a hard reputation, and the other was a 17 year old blonde kid called Rusty. This was a kid that had a life story of abuse that would make you weep, and yet despite obvious drug issues was honestly the sweetest kid you could ever meet.
Despite us all being pretty f**ked up in our own ways, Red and I kinda treated and protected him like a little brother. I was 21, Red was about 19. They both used to tell me that I was the wild one of the group. Me, the spoilt upper-middle class brat that had never been in any trouble and had just walked away from my comfortable life. All I wanted was to get out of it constantly on booze and drugs.
And where are we all now? Red is currently serving a long-term jail sentence here in Australia for major drug trafficing. Rusty died of a massive drug overdose shortly after leaving us. And me, well the wild one is sober and clean over 13 years, living a good life in Sydney with a Corporate Job.
When an old mutual friend visited Red in jail some years back, his reaction was one of absolute disbelief when told about me. He was convinced that I would be either in a really bad way, or dead.
Life's weird, huh?
S**t Mikey, now I've teared up a little. Not a good look here at work. I don't even know what made me want to share that.
Rusty, I still love ya bro.
I don't even know what made me want to share that.
Me either, Bodhi, but I'm glad you did. It has to give you pause to consider, with all you have, how close you were to having nothing. And what's the difference between you and them? That's something we all consider, but for most of us the situation ain't so dire as yours was.
Ummm, can I hug you, dude? Not for you, for me. Now I'm verklempt.
That's indeed a very moving story, you know, Bodhi. It could always inspire others. Perhaps Red would be even more motivated to clean himself up after knowing how you've completely turned your life around, despite being written off so early in life.
And yes, Rusty's damn hot. Are those muscles for SALE?
Wingedman, I don't want to buy 'em but maybe if we pooled resources we could rent them for a little while...
Bodhi's told me other stories about his recovery and pre-recovery which would make your hair stand on end, and I've said on my blog more than once how fantastic it is that he's gotten to where he is now. Dude's a treasure. It's wonderful to see the great relationship he's built with his daughter. Bodhi puts back what he's learnt by helping others in a similar situation too. He's aces.
Oh, and he's wicked and you know how we loves that.
Aces he is. And dirty. A potent cocktail.
You guys are so sweet.
And I'm always happy to take a hug, Mikey, even if it is "not for you, for me". I mean c'mon, lets face it. An opportunity for physical contact and a chance to check out your ass? Its a given, people.
;-)
If by "check out" you mean "grab it with both hands", you have the green light, my friend.
Now, I don't know if this kind of calendar is interesting to any of you fellas but it's always been a particular fave of mine. Hmmmm. I like it better than Slide. Could be just me though.
NSFW
If you are in an office, wait until you get home!
http://www.richarddechazal.com/erot_01.html
Could be the sin, the luscious, the illicit, depravity - all masked. Oh yeah. Am I on the wrong track here?
(btw -Press cancel if a little box comes up and just start pressing the little purple arrows under the little pictures.)
Goodness gracious. NOT just you, loulou. Christ on a cracker, that's fucking hot. Masks, corsets. I didn't even know how much I loved that.
He's an Aussie photographer who also dabbled in other elements of design. There's two 'high art/soft core porn' mags here in Oz that are sister publications. Black & White (straight) and Blue (gay). They're famous for getting well known celebs, athletes etc to get their kit off. De Chazal has done work for both mags. I'm at work so I haven't followed the link, but I'm guessing its a series he did with a bunch of dudes in suits and a couple of naked guys in corsets - very 'Story of O'. I have a surprisingly hot pic at home of a handsome young guy in traditional leather man peaked cap and leather pants, but with the addition of a super tight leather corset pulling hi waist in tiny. Oddly attractive, such a male/female mash up.
That's exactly what it is, A. Masks and corsets and lotsa bologna. A predilection I didn't even know I had. Artful. Bonerific.
I have two friends in Adelaide who make bespoke corsets, partly for the Bridal industry but these days their biggest market is fetish. We went to a fetish club called Scarlet in Adelaide one time when I was back for a visit and I wore their black satin men's corset over black dress pants and a black shirt. It was fun, and it looked pretty cool (I was thinner then too). Their corsets are really beautiful, vintage fabrics and lots of hand finished details. It's not something I'd get 'into' but it was fun for one night.
A predilection I didn't even know I had. Artful. Bonerific.
Yeah, again surprise surprise exactamundo my feelings except for the Bonerific part. Throb&gusherific? Nah. Too descriptive.
That luscious guy with the one nipple pierced... oh yeah. I could jump right up there (or fall to my knees for a couple of others) and quite a few of these hotties are so-ooo ready to be jumped. My few tastiest choices just might be bi and not confused at all, I'm thinkin'.
Let me get up on a podium for a sec: One is wont to judge these models as all gay but this chickee lives in hope. and dreams. of straight or bi men who just love to model their lovely bods. It's possible.
Shaddup you in the cheap seats.
Artful, but ya know
mostly
it's
the
cocks.
unnhhh.
loulou
Artful, but ya know
mostly
it's
the
cocks.
unnhhh.
Ya think? It all comes back to cock, sista.
I didn't find "throb" too descriptive. It throbs, does it? Mmmm. It cues up a line from Rachel Stevens' "Every Little Thing"....the softer I stroke, the harder you ache.....
Post a Comment