Mr Grey Underpants We Love You

Do you remember him?


I know you do, as many of you commented on his beauty!


Someone was kind enough to send me the uncovered version (hehehehehehe)


He is unbelievably gorgeous....


Thank you Mr Grey Underpants, Thank you very much indeed!!

Italian Stud

My rather fetching lovely friend from Italy! Very very lovely looking man indeed!

Pizza Delivery

After undressing completely, we laid on the bed, kissing, his touch was now much softer and more attentive. His thick hands would hold the back of my neck when we kissed, his invading tong going in out, in out… I had to catch my breath.

He pushed my head away gently and started to lick my neck, my shoulder, then my nipple, stopping there for a while, biting gently before licking and biting the other one. He then made his way down towards my navel. He stopped just underneath it, his beard tickling the tip of my cock, sending yet more shivers across my body, he licked the tip, it felt amazing. His mouth then pushed the foreskin, chewed on it a bit then without warning he took my cock in his warm mouth and push down towards the base of my cock, taking the whole thing in one go, making me gasp loudly. He went on to do this relentlessly, as I was laying there helpless, in complete abandon.

He pulled away from my cock to then start licking my balls, his wet tong feeling warm and silky. My cock was oozing precum due to the intensity of the attention it was getting and the pleasure radiating from his unremitting attacks. He took my legs, pushed them up, holding them up masterly with his strong arms, then started to rim, lick, slurp, like a hungry animal, each touch magically sending me to ecstatic state of pleasure.

I am not sure where the lube appeared from, while licking my balls he rubbed his lubed finger on to the tip of my asshole, gently rubbing it, slowly penetrating, just slightly, not fully, driving me mad with desire. Time stopped, I lost all notion of where, when, how… I am not sure how long this took, I was moaning incessantly, wanting more, needing more. Each time I thought he would enter he would stop, go back to my cock and balls, lick, suck, swallow some more, driving me insane. He then turned me over, my face now breathing in the pillow, and I felt his mass on top of me, gently rubbing that cock of his again at the entrance of my ass. In, out, in, out… more lube, feeling the warm and gentle silk substance rubbing my cheeks, and again, push, almost going in, then out again, teasing me relentlessly. I wanted him so bad, begging, but no, he would not be persuaded, he would not be told. He was in charge.

He turned me over again, then again started to concentrate on my cock. Slurping on the foreskin, slowly pulling it back over the tip with his lips. His warm mouth expertly sucking, saliva dripping on the base, was again sending shivers all over my body. My feet came in contact with his thick cock, which was hanging as he was on all fours. Gently, I started to fondle his balls with my toes, then holding his fat cock in between my feet, exerting a bit of pressure to which he responded by simulating a fuck. With my small contribution, I felt I could also give him some unexpected pleasure while he gave me so much. Clearly this stroke a cord with him, as the intensity of his sucking became stronger and more frenetic, uncontrollably going up, down, humming pleasure at the same time.

Fat Hippy

I do like a fat hippy playing the guitar...

Hot days

Hot days, please come back, I cannot wait to see more of this...

Pizza Delivery

We spent a long time, laying amid the floor, a gentle breeze emanating from the open windows, caressing our sweating bodies, him fondling me, me responding, pushing against him, holding my head back while he nibbled on my ears some more. It felt electric and somehow incredibly familiar and right, somehow I did not feel that I should hold back or be bashful in any way.

After a while, following gentle kisses and my being still held prisoner in his strong locked arms, we fell asleep, a deep sleep, the warm air was now so soporific, that no resistance was possible, not even the gentle breeze was helping.

A couple of hours later, I woke up. His breathing was deep and with each intake, his stomach was pushing against my back. His arms were still holding me, yet not as strongly. I looked up and I saw that my uncle was still asleep, the cover had been thrown off, his open shirt revealing his hairy big torso, arms and legs. He looked peaceful.

I looked at the clock, it was 3.30am, already you could see light outside announcing the new day. I tried to free myself, but could not. The reaction from the man was instant, he pulled me towards him even more, his cock hardening and pushing and poking at my ass through my shorts. He started to kiss the back of my neck again, sending shivers down my spine, he pulled my shorts down, and reached towards my cock and started rubbing it up and down in his powerful hairy grip. He pulled his pants down, and pushed his cock towards the crack of my ass while still holding my cock with his other hand. I could feel the hard muscle pushing, thick and powerful, and no matter how much I tried I seem to be helpless to resist the onslaught.

The pushing was getting regular and while it reached the opening of my ass, slowly tantalising it, it did not seem to go any further which was nice, and reassuring as I could not see myself taking his cock without at least copious amounts of lube help. I signalled to him that we should go to my bedroom. We both stood, hard cocks up in the air, and rushed to the bedroom.

Spring of Love 2012

Spring of Love 2012

Beauty

This is so beautiful, I love this photo very much, very much indeed... thank you...

Pizza Delivery

I could see that he was baffled by what I was doing. Anyone arriving on the scene could have thought the same:

- I was kneeling by the sofa,

- On the side of this mountain of a hairy beast of a man,

- Who was laying there unconscious…

- Struggling to undo his fly to take off his trousers…

you tell me; no jury in the world would fail to convict me, I was and probably felt guilty as charged in his eyes.

“Oh, you startled me, I did not hear you arrive. Sorry, this is my uncle, he also lives here. He is pissed and has passed out, he only just arrived back, I was not expecting him back. Now he’s collapsed, he is too big and heavy for me to carry, I was only making him comfortable and was going to leave him here to sleep it off”.

Despite my panic and usual inability to do normal things or say the simplest things to people I really like (yep I am a bit like that when it comes to conversing with someone I really fancy, I lose everything, all powers of coherence or intelligence…), this all came out quite naturally. The Pizza delivery man closed the door, came over towards me “need a hand?” his hairy arms already flexing when holding my uncle legs up to help out with the taking off of his trousers. “thanks”, I’ll get him a blanket”.

I left them both in the room while I walked to my uncle’s bedroom. Coming back I was startled by the sight of my uncle’s dick, peering out of the opening of his shorts. I froze and stood at the landing of the room, observing the scene. The delivery man, was now sat on the floor, on the side of the sofa and facing away from my uncle’s face, his head within inches of the now fully uncovered cock. He seemed to be transfixed by it, looking long and hard at my uncle’s thick cock, which incredibly was getting harder and harder. While my uncle was soundly snoring, the man at his side was now taking off his leather trousers. I sighed silently at the beautiful sight of the uncovering of his heavy set and hairy legs. He was wearing tight underpants, too tight for the bulging mass pressing against the fabric. Clearly, he was getting very aroused by the situation.

I decided that it was probably best if I stayed away in the shadow of the bedroom door, and spied on the events about to unravel. The bearded man, was now back on the side of my uncle, on his knees, and immediately took my uncle’s cock into his mouth, slowly at first, but firmly so as not to let it go. I could see the cock getting bigger, which each slurp. My uncle was enjoying this a lot, his eyes were still closed, but he was smiling, he obviously was enjoying the offering and was not complaining about what was happening to him.

He started to murmur sounds, unclear at first, then after a while I could hear that he was calling my name, congratulating me on my pleasing him and knowing what he liked best. I froze. I hadn’t done anything sexual with my uncle since that night, last summer. Of course it had been in my mind a lot and I have fantasized many times about it since, but each time we have been together, the two of us would never talked much about very much except at dinner time, when we’d exchange views on events, tv programs and work. After that, we’d watch tv, and he most likely would fall asleep in front of whatever he was watching as per usual.

Unbelievably, the scene developing in front of my eyes was that of one of my most precious fantasies, two big burly hairy men, getting into each other. Furthermore, my uncle, the man who made me so happy last summer, was calling my name, wanting me again. I was getting very aroused at the sights. My uncle’s cock looked bigger than I had remembered, and the delivery man was clearly struggling to get it whole in his mouth, each time gasping for air or producing gagging sounds as it reached the back of his throat. It did not take long until my uncle came, he grunted loudly while he did, each thrust captured by the man kneeling down, then he fell back to sleep, snoring loudly, as if nothing happened.

I entered the room at that moment. Unfazed, the man looked up with a smile, then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he said “Your uncle is a good looking man!” I did know what to retort so I just smiled at him and put the blanket over my uncle, who’s limp cock was now resting in full view outside the opening of his shorts. “Huh, yep, I had to help him out with a pressing matter there, hope you don’t mind!” He grabbed the back of my shorts as I was bending towards my uncle to cover him and pulled towards him, without even the time to answer. I fell onto him, his strong arms were now holding me tight, laying on the floor, my back pressing against him, I could feel his cock pocking, inflated, demanding contact and recognition. I could feel the heat from his body, while he nibbled on my ears, I was so aroused and excited, I felt myself go, I could not resist, in fact there was little point in doing so, it was so nice, his tong now entering my ear, tickling the extremities. All the while holding me tight with his arms and legs. I could not move and was helpless with pleasure.

Pizza Delivery

I closed the door, the light in the room was bright, the pizza I ordered was now waiting for me, I was not hungry anymore though, I just felt this sickly feeling in my guts that prevented me to do anything. I was shaking slightly, in a sort of fever, I felt exhausted yet apprehensive. Did this really happen? A couple of hours he said. Will he come? I went to sit on the sofa to resume watching tv, within minutes I was asleep, deep sleep.

I woke up, the air was palpable, very very close, warm and overwhelming like it can sometimes be in London at this time of the year. I was sweating, drips of perspiration, like salty tears were running down my forehead and chest. I stood up, heading towards the bathroom for a shower, when I heard a commotion at the front door. The bell rang. Shit, is it already 2 hours? He is really coming. Fuck. Only then what happened earlier this evening became clearer and urgent. Again, the nauseating feeling of anxiety overpowered me. Still sleepy, hesitantly and like in a dream, I went to open the door with trepidation, still dressed in my boxers and my open shirt.

I open the door, to find my uncle, drunk, inebriated beyond repairs, struggling to stand up, bouncing back and thro towards the wall, with a grin on his face, unable to say a single word, only basic stuttering, grunts and gestures. I could not believe it, he was supposed to be away for the whole weekend. Damn.

I grabbed one of his thick strong arms, and struggled to put it over my shoulder with a view to help and guide him towards his bed. He of course felt differently and as he is much stronger than I am, he managed to push me away from him without effort. He then, in an almost comical stance, staggered towards the sofa, grabbing the pizza box on the way, almost falling a couple of times and seemingly apologising to each item he bumped into on the way. He sat, opened the pizza box, then within seconds, his whole mass of weight fell on the sofa and he started to sleep soundly, letting the box drop on the floor. I walked towards him, picked up the box, turned the tv off, and then started to undo his trousers, so as to make him more comfortable and get him ready for sleep.

The voice surprised me, it was unexpected, I did not hear anyone arriving.

“Sorry mate, did not mean to intrude, the door was open, and…” I could see that he was baffled by what I was doing. 

Why isn't MH gay?

Mike, if only you were gay, 

you would be so completely beautiful.

Let me In!!

Knock knock knock...


Please let me in!!!

Mr Nike Man is a Beauty!

Sometimes, you just see something, something so incredibly amazing and spectacular that all you can do is to keep silent, speechless, lost for words and thankful for such beauty.

Mr Nike man, you are lovely and I love you very very very much.

Thank you

Pizza Delivery

On Friday night after work, I got home, got undressed, put on some boxer shorts, and ordered a pizza. I took a beer out of the fridge, then went to lay down on the couch, to watch some tv. It was my night alone in the flat, my uncle was out and not expected back. I was so beat, I was asleep in no time.

The doorbell rang; it got me somewhat all shaken up as I was deeply asleep. The room was dark except from the glare of the tv. I looked down and I had the biggest hard on that you could imagine. Damn, trying to press on it to make it go, no luck. The doorbell rang again. I stood up and went towards the door, and opened it, hiding the best I could behind it, while also putting the main light on. My eyes were blinking because of the sudden assault of the light. I could at first only distinguish his shape. He was a big burly guy.

Eventually, when my eyes got used to the light again, I was struck by his dark eyes, his bushy beard and hair; he looked Mediterranean, big smile, I thought, and he looked amazing. He was dressed in jeans and a rugged leather jacket, and he had a motorbike helmet resting on top of his bag.

He went on to open the package he had in his hands and presenting the carton box to me.

-       You ordered a pizza mate?

-       Yes I did,

-       Err, how much is it?

-       Including the delivery, £ 8.00, does not include service though, he smiled and winked at me.

-       Uh, oh right, of course.

I asked him in and went to get my wallet out of my trousers pocket in the bedroom. I came back and he had put the pizza on the table and was standing there looking at the tv, I found him incredibly hot and horny.

I am useless at small talk, especially when it comes to talking to someone I really like. I asked if he wanted a drink, pointing at my bottle of beer? He turned and looked at me and said “I can’t sorry mate, got to go back to work! I could come back later when I finish? In about 2 hours?” I was stunned by the response and could not say anything at first.

I looked at his piercing staring eyes, which were now staring down at my shorts. I looked down and could see the tip of my cock coming out of the opening, with all the events, I had forgotten about my earlier hard on, and had not realised that my cock was in fact hanging embarrassingly out of my boxers. I blushed furiously, and quickly pulled my shorts, trying to hide my shame, at which he held my arm and said “don’t, my friend, it’s nice”.

Motionless for a moment, I looked at him anxious; he then kissed me softly, which contrasted with his ruggedness, picked up his bag and went off into the night.

A moment later, when he reached his motorbike, I heard him shout back “See you in a couple of hours matey”.

I don't want to conform...

A hairy back is a thing of beauty, not to be hidden or to be shaved off.

Damn you obsessive press putting pressure on all of us to belong, belong to what exactly, and why.

I for one do not want to become a gym bunny, I do not want to have a flat stomach, I do not want to a hairless bronzed six pack...

My heroes are most of the male cast of the Sopranos, Raymond Burr, Rod Steiger, Orson Welles, Philipe Daemon, Nick Frost, you get the drift...

Thank you.