Cockrings 4 Lyf Contest

This IS NOT the prize.

I picked this kit based completely on name. I got myself all excited that this was a cockring made specifically for guys with such huge manhood they actually referred to it as “giant”. Unfortunately, I was wrong and found myself being Zoolander’d by a buff bronzed man with worry lines.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love me some cockrings, but the only practical one I see fit for first timers is the one with adjustable snaps. (You can check them out here.) Otherwise, I think some of these are borderline panic inducing. If you’re looking to stretch two pencils, a mustache,  bolo tie, and alien butthole flesh around your dick though, this kit has all the things your dreams are made of.

Seriously though, I stand behind the adjustable versions and men wearing them. Muahahahaha. Anyway – first person to correctly guess my favorite dick size to suck in the comments gets some Rascal Trio Cockrings for free!!

THIS IS!!

Three cockrings for the price of a guess! Some quick contest rules:

  • 18 and Older Only, Please and Thank You
  • Valid mailing address that can receive packages is required (so no tiny P.O. Boxes)
  • Do Not place your mailing address in the comment it automatically disqualify you
  • Winner will be notified by email so be sure to use a valid one.
  • Feel free to guess in US, Imperial, or Metric Units

Not Enough Celebrity Penis News

I just found myself thinking “why haven’t I heard about a celebrity being caught with his cock out in a while?”. With the amount of press time spent on ugly people cheating and anti-gay religious zealots caught with dicks in their mouth, you’d think we’d have a few more articles being posted about celebrity penis.

What do I find though? People bitching about Ke$ha. Where are our priorities?! When I search for pictures of Ryan Reynolds with a boner, Google just sends me to bullshit about Scarlett Johansson.

Ryan Reynolds Google Lies

Pardon me while I calm myself down. Since the media and stars aren’t doing us the service we pay them to do, I’ve decided that we will just need to pay more attention to amateur penis. For that, I bring you the “Dick Slang” video. Can we get some positive comments going for these men under the video? (And a lighting kit because I’d prefer more detail, thank you.)

Baseball Capped Twinks

Honestly, I don’t think there is anything hotter than a little through the underwear action. It is the perfect tease to lick the tip without touching the skin. These twinks have it down pat. I absolutely adore how they leave their baseball hats on through the clip. I’ll be spending the rest of my day staring at the crotch of any man who walks by in basketball shorts after this.

A little later after some old fashioned dry humping we get the pleasure of seeing a dick get a tongue bath. He rounds out his athletic head bobbing with some classic ball sucking. Clearly good times were had by all.

A Night in the Dutch Countryside

A Night in the Dutch Countryside

By TexasKurt

Our meeting was scheduled for Tuesday morning in one of those ultra-sleek, Dutch modern, steel, stone and glass monstrosities out on the A10. To arrive on time, we had to leave the hotel by 7:15 a.m. When we arrived, a bit early, we were met by one of those typical Dutch girls – tall, a bit severe from a distance, but an engaging smile closer up. She immediately apologized for not being able to reach us to tell us the CFO’s flight from Karachi had been cancelled and that he was not expected to be in Amsterdam until Wednesday afternoon. Could we return on Thursday? It was all a bit frustrating, but flight cancellations are a fact of business travel these days. As Brian and I left the building, it had begun snowing. It was one of those typical Amsterdam snowfalls – big wet flakes, but no icing and no build up. Brian was unaccustomed to snow, and he suggested we return to the hotel and change and take a drive through the Dutch countryside. I knew the Dutch countryside around Amsterdam was not much to see, and I also knew the traffic would be terrible. But, Brian was so excited I just couldn’t say no. We raced back to the hotel, changed into sweaters and jeans and headed out the A4 towards Haarlem and Den Haag.

After we got out of Amsterdam proper, the snow picked up a bit, and the traffic remained terrible. We pulled off the A4 at Leiden and stopped for coffee. When we came back out, I glanced over at the A4, saw cars stretched for miles, and suggested that we cut over to a coastal road. We headed towards Katwijk aan Zee. It was mistake. When we saw the sea, we both felt we were in trouble. The sky was gray and heavy, the wind was blowing strongly off the sea, there were white caps, and the ice had begun building up on the windshield. It seemed prudent to head back in the general direction of Amsterdam, so I turned toward Haarlem. By the time we had made it to Noordwijk aan Zee, the snow was building up fast and the road was turning icy. The English television stations had forecast 2 /C for Amsterdam, so I hoped this would end soon. We stopped at a caf and had a fairly typical Dutch lunch, a thick soup, some sausages and bread, and, of course, a couple of Grolisch’s each. The storm did not seem to be abating, and the proprietress came over to hustle us out so she could close. I asked if she knew of any rooms available in the area, and, as luck would have it, she ran a gasthaus upstairs and had one room left. We took it.

The proprietress told us the market across the street would be open for another half hour or so, and we ought to get provisions for the night. She doubted that she would be returning. Brian and I darted across the street and bought some snacks and beer and headed to the room. The snow and ice had soaked us. The room was standard fare – a sloping ceiling with dormers and a large porcelain stove that didn’t seem to be putting out any heat. The room was frigid, and the proprietress couldn’t be found. We kicked off our shoes and crawled under the eider down duvet. We were asleep within minutes.

About two (2) hours later, we awoke to a sweltering room. The heat had arrived. We stuck the beer on the ledge outside the window and kept the window cracked a bit. The wind was howling and the ice was hitting the window panes. When I glanced outside, the snow was falling even heavier.

In the now more comfortable room we unpacked the provisions we had purchased, Brian went into the bathroom and splashed some water about, and came out wearing black string bikinis. He paused as he passed me and gave me a long, wet kiss and a nice slap on the ass. I didn’t waste any time undressing, but I had worn only a sweater and jeans, no underclothes, so I was naked as soon as the jeans were off and the sight of Brian in his black bikinis had given me a pretty good hard-on. Brian grabbed my dick and led me to the bed. I crawled under the duvet. He dropped his bikinis and crawled over me, stopping to kiss me once again. Soon, we were both under the duvet, spoon style, with my dick pressed against his ass. Read the rest of this entry »