2625 coper

In the series of beautiful copers, I think this one sits up there with the almighty of the mighty 2625 fabulousness. 

Words cannot do justice to such beauty.

Hail 2625, for it is heavenliness and charm

Thank you

Palm Springs 2625

He was standing there, at the door of the bedroom, waiting for the moment. 

I was asleep, deeply, the night was warm, the door to the terrace had been left open in the hope to get a bit of cool air. I was naked under the sheet, expect for a tee shirt. It took me a while to get to sleep, I watched tv, read a while, the jet lag was playing up...

He could not sleep, and was aroused by the sight of the guy he saw in the dining area earlier that evening by the pool. Clearly not from the US he thought, had arrived that afternoon, from LA, and he learnt that he was there for a few days.

He'd try to escape from his friends, but could not, and only now gone pass 1am, was he free. He'd walked around the compound of small houses that formed the resort, there were a couple of pools, which were lit up creating an amazing spectacle against the dark sky full of stars. The warm air of the desert was pleasant, you did not need to wear much, despite the fact it was February. He was wearing his shorts and a tee shirt, and already he could feel a trickle of sweat forming under his chin, maybe he could have a swim.


After his swim, he walked towards the little bungalow room where he noticed the guy was staying. He noticed the door leading from the terrace was ajar. Still naked, and dripping from the swim, he left his shorts, and tee shirt there, on the terrace, then proceeded in entering the room. It was spacious, more spacious than his, the guy he was seeking was laying on the bed, partially covered by a sheet. He was wearing a dark teeshirt. He could see the contour of his body, the bulge of his cock nicely pressing on the fabric, he got aroused at the sight. 

I could sense something different, a muted sound, was it breathing, the tv maybe? No it stopped, it must be the breeze, clearly I am not used to the new surroundings and sounds I thought, jet lag playing tricks again... I turned to lay on my stomach and went back to sleep.

He stayed there for minutes, which for him felt like hours. He was shaking in trepidation of the things to come, he wanted that guy. His cock was hardening and standing proud in front of him. 


Now is the time, he thought. He walked towards the bed pulled the sheet off, receiving no resistance, and proceeded in slowly kissing the guys bottom back, caressing the soft skin and the patch of hair covering his ass, slowly licking the top of the crack of his ass. 


A bit startled at first, I offered little hostility, it felt fresh, and cool, it felt wonderful I thought, a contrast with the dry hot air...  the trickles of water dropping on my back, made me shiver. I turned slowly to see what was the source of such pleasure, I smiled when I saw the man that I had seen earlier, I turned to face him, he smiled, I took my teeshirt off, he laid on to of me, kissing me deeply, I could feel his hard cock pressing against mine.


Welcome to Palm Springs I thought to myself ...

Furry lovely man

It's Saturday

I proclaim this day

as furry day

I give you this gorgeous man

for you to play, twirl softly with your fingers

caress gently

feel against your cheeks

mmmmmm

can you feel it?

the 2625 of all goodness

and are you going to say with me

that there is no doubt 

that fur is the best!

Thank you

Over 2000!!!

Over 2000 people have now visited this blog, this is amazing! 

Thank you for your support, you make me very proud!  

2625 proudness, for it is the real thing!

Hail to the 2625 beauty

As a gift, how about a man checking his goods? 

..... yeah, thought you might like that!!!

Balcony daddy

Hey neighbour man, when you come out in the mornings, ready to face the day, I see you peeking under that red cap of yours, menacingly looking, each day wearing less and less, I think that you are teasing me, although, nobody would know it as, you look so ominous. Maybe it's just a front, maybe you are really saying, bring that ass of yours here boy, and make your daddy proud... I hope it does!

Inside the box

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THINK OUTSIDE 

THE BOX?

NO WAY JOSE, I AM STAYING IN WITH MY COSY FRIEND HERE, 

I AM SURE HE WON'T MIND!

The Fat Construction Man

I was new to the job, only just arrived, fresh off the boat. I found the job without difficulties, an advert in the window of a shop, I applied, got the job on trial for a week. 

I tried my utmost to impress. Everything was going smoothly and I was getting good comments from everyone, that is until Big J appeared. Feared by all, someone not to messed with, and a force to be reckoned, this tower of the man was in charge of the whole project. He was feared and respected by everyone, and ran the site like clockwork. I shivered the first time I saw him, not so much of fear, as fear there most certainly was, faced with this brickshit of a man, and principally of astonishment, of surprise, of shock, facing so much power, so much virile presence, such beauty, no word could describe what I felt as soon as I saw him.

Each time I saw him, I was overwhelmed with a warm glow, a warm feeling, the feeling you get on Christmas morning when you look under the tree, the feeling of plenty, the feeling of devotion, adoration and awe... 

Here he was looking at me furiously, beckoning me over to the hut. My heart suddenly was beating faster, a mixture of both stupefaction and pleasure, at last I was going to be alone with him... 

He closed the door, without a sound, without a word. He crossed the small office towards the tool bench, undid his shirt, first I saw little as there was little light, then the light he put on on the desk started uncovering a beautiful body, revealing beautiful grey hair, muscle and sweat... he kept his braces on, then turned to me...  

I knew I was in trouble when he told me to bend down and assume the position...

That day I fell in love, and I think he did too...

Thank you

Lunch crack

I love the delicate intimacy of the man sat at the lunch table, just about to feast.

The beauty of his crack lovingly showing for all to see

What a wonderful 2625 gift

the crack of the man's ass is mine all mine

beauty has come, beauty has arrived

hail beauty 

Hail 2625 for it is life. loveliness and charm

Thank you

A changing room gift

I'm in just a towel, dressing for my homeward bound journey.

Some non-descriptive types mill around - all of them out of focus - some with swimming goggles, some in board-shorts, some with floatation supports and some with sun-cream, sun hats ... it doesn't matter ... they all pass by as if bored to the core by their very existence ...

*BOOM* the self-returning door hits the wall to signal the arrival probably just another formless, thin, hairless :

GZKZK-K!!  A glitch in the matrix.

I'm not sure why I bother to glance up, but it's like some magnetic force, the universe, or my reason for being is compelling me to actually look ... is it a two-sixth-two-five sense that draws me, forces me ... tells me to look?  I'm not sure.  I don't care anymore.  I've already looked up ...  it's part of the script - so it must happen.  I cannot re-write this eventuality ... my hand is forced.

I'm in just a towel and *BOOM* I can't believe what I see.  Not the usual disappointment, but a gift!  A reward.  An offering from the Gods of 2625.

My attention is completely undivided in this moment.  I feel my cheeks flush and begin stealing glances like the true professional I am.  My heart is racing - beating in my throat - like some premonition of things to eventuate.

I drink every nuance in - with my eyes.  Eye colour - blue - which goes well with the expanse of erotic grey/white beard.  Brand new speedos - black.  The 2625 perfectly packaged.  Thick and short and perfect.  Everything is in its place.

The minute his attention is anywhere near my gaze, I appear aloof and slightly bored, but the nano-second it's not, the way he moves and the clearing of his throat becomes an insight - the depth of the voice and the capacity to 'be his' is measured.

As it is written, so I shall be his.  The choreography is sublime.

Our eyes meet and there is mutual 'knowledge'.  A twinkle in the eye - that says 'don't go home just now' and then, the heels pounding the floor towards the pool entrance.  

I will follow.  I will put on my wet swimmers and return to the pool.  I have no will.  I may as well be a robot given a binary command. He's an electro-magnet.  Humming.  Pulsating - like some premonition of things to eventuate.

I have no choice in the matter.

I will follow.

The dive.  The displacement of water.  Perfection.  

According to the script, everyone at the pool oblivious to the fact that a God of 2625 is amongst them.  I am used to this but still fail to understand.  

Are they blind? 

Why do they not scream and throw moistened panties, or even start to cry together and scream as if at a Beatles concert?

What's wrong with these people?

Are they insane?

I am.

I am insane.  I am guilty.  A guilty thrill.  A thrill like no other.  A crazy thrill.  I've lost the plot.  I've lost it bad.

Thousands of people everywhere.

But in this moment, there really is only one.

The main character.

The reason for all of this.

He is in sharp focus against a cast of blurred extras.

Some with swimming goggles, some in board-shorts, some with floatation supports and some with sun-cream, sun hats ... it doesn't matter ... 

There really is only one.

A busy day at the pool.

A changing room gift.

Thank you.

Tattoed awesomness

Chewing on a piece of grass
Walking down the road
Tell me, how long you gonna stay here Joe?

Some people say this town don't look
Good in snow
You don't care, I know

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger
Than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through
Your hair

And the days surround your daylight
There

Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air

Wishin' on a falling star
Waitin' for the early train

Sorry boy, but I've been hit by
Purple rain

Aw, come on Joe, you can always
Change your name

Thanks a lot son, just the same

America - Ventura Highway, somehow felt good to hear this song this morning, looking at this sumptuous tattooed splendour...

Thank you

Hard working crack

hey sexy, your ass crack is showing . . . do you feel the breeze?

I love a good looking ass crack and this one is one of the goodies!

he is hard at work and clearly happy to share with all to see.

Thought I'd post it for all to enjoy!

Need

Night is falling on the island, the last boat has now gone, and I was left alone at last, to savour the peace and tranquility away from noise and light pollution. I decided to pitch the tent not too far from the beach, among some bushes and trees, so as to get some protection from the sun and from the first tourists that would disembark tomorrow morning when the first boat would arrive.

It all worked well, the tent was up, the fire was on, I looked up, the moon was full on and the starts offered a spectacle of sparkle. It was lovely and so peaceful. Perfect. I fell asleep.

I am not sure what it was, a noise, a feeling, a warm glow overwhelmed my mind, it felt surreal and somehow it felt like someone was here, near me, laying next to me. The warm air caressed my nipples, my bare stomach and legs, it felt like someones touch. My cock started to get harder and harder, it needed to get out, it needed to be caressed too, it needed attention.

Tunnel of love

Help

I am lost in the sea of loveth!

Helpless in the ocean of certitudeth

The certitude that my time has cometh

To receive my dueth


.
.
.

I am sinking now


Deep down

Towards the abyss

The ravine of happiness

And I may be some time...

Hail 2625 so it is the discovery of things to cometh.

I am ready


oh yeah

... I am ready now!!

Variation on a fat man

Hot furry man, Hot furry bear, Hot furry chub

Big bear, Big man, Big chub

Chubby man, Chubby chub, Chubby bear

Hairy chub, Hairy man, Hairy Bear

Husky cub, Husky man, Husky bear

Bearded man, Bearded chub, Bearded bear

Fat man, Fat chub, Fat bear

Plump man, Plump bear, Plump chub

Stout man, Stout bear, Stout chub

Beer bellied man, Beer bellied chub, Beer bellied bear

Potbellied man, Potbellied bear, Potbellied chub

Overweight man, Overweight chub, Overweight bear

Portly man, Portly chub, Portly bear

Meaty man, Meaty chub, Meaty bear

Big man, Big Bear, Big chub

2625... it is!

Italian Bear

Thank you Gigi for sending such stupendous photos

we are truly grateful and in complete adoration

We demand that you should now move to London

and become an ambassador of 2625

Tied up 2625

He said in a petrified voice, "Why are you doing this... I've never hurt you ... p-please stop!" 

I paused in front of him and said "Shut the fuck up, you've done plenty." He clearly did not seem to want to remember putting a parking ticket on my car that very afternoon, despite my trying to reason with him,  mad with power he went ahead and fined me... what he did not expect though is to end up almost buck naked, tied down, in an unknown place... much later that day, when unexpectedly, he responded to my invitation on Scruff.

He'd arrived, I opened the door and remained in the shadow. I could not believe my luck when I saw his profile and when he went on to cruise me. In less than and hour, he was here, and he was ready, wanting. I surprised him by putting a bandana over his eyes, then I undressed him, and used a rope to ensure that he was unable to resist, and become mine.

I undid the bandana, and suddenly the magnitude of what was happening to him became reality when he saw who I was.

The rope was tight enough so that his body had to flex, showing a strong set of shoulders and a perky, rounded ass. He was struggling, screaming to be let free. As he was laying there, I started to strip and immediately got a hard on. He became silent.

As I had grabbed his undershirt and ripped it off him, the only piece of clothing he had on were some tight blue pants, which made his ass all the more voluptuous and inviting. 

I fondled his buttock, feeling up his entire body. As he moaned louder and louder, saying how sorry he was, I understood what he wanted. I rubbed my cock into his face - over his cheeks, his beard, his short hair, his eyes and his nose. It felt good and soft. He turned his head, closing his eyes and slowly murmured... take me master, I am yours, I want you, make of me what you wish.

Naked rambling

I love going walking

in the countryside

early mornings

when nobody's there

when the sun just rises

and nature and I are at one

The Jock Strap

Jock strap to attention...

The purpose of the jock strap is to hold the make genitals in place and suppress excessive motion
It also expose on of the most important bodily function of the man, his but.
The hairiest the better.
Skinny blokes cannot wear jock straps you need a big body shape to ensure perfect fitting.
Some say that a supportive pair of underpants may serve the same function as a jock strap, fuck them, what do they know? The biggest benefit of the jock strap is the ability to show your best assets while still leaving some mystery.


The jock strap forms part of the 2625 uniform.
The jock strap is 2625


2625 is life
2625 is beauty

Italian 2625

Gently, he took his hand, reached around the back of my head. 

In anticipation of his next move, I held my breath. 

As I had hoped, he grabbed me by the back of my head, and slowly but rather forcefully 

drew my head back away from him so he could kiss my neck. 

It absolutely drove me crazy when he was controlling me and my every move.

I could get close to coming,  just as the thought of him taking the control away from me, 

leaving me helpless. 

This was no exception

I moved my head a bit towards him

stretched out a little bit and caught the tip of his manhood with my tongue. 

He moved a little closer to me, 

and I could actually start to suck and lick around the end of his cock, tasting him.

 He slowly began to lean more forward to accommodate my efforts to have his cock in my mouth. 

As I drew him into my mouth more he moved further forward to where he was actually leaning on the bed now, fucking my mouth with his cock.

Sliding in and out of my mouth, I wanted to touch his balls with my hands but I could not as he was holding them both with his grip. 

He was in complete control and I knew then that I was his.

Thank you to my beautiful Italian friend for the lovely photo! 

You are 2625!!