All red hat and nae knickers *

Just in case you hate the World Naked Bike Ride (what sort of a pervert are you?) and thought my mega-post the other day was the end of this year's coverage, it is time to disabuse you.


I said I'd return to the England flag we saw in that post (or should that be "Inn-gerr-la-and"?), and here it is again, being prepared for photographic prop-ness:


The result is, of course, truly magnificent:


I'm very taken indeed with blue sock boy, so the fact I have another photo of him with the famous flag is just jolly good luck:


Although I wouldn't have let the absence of the flag prevent me from exposing him further:


I also remarked on the numerous appearances of red hat boy -- so here's another image which, I have to say, is a pretty bloody impressive portrait for a bit of snatched street photography:


He really seemed to be everywhere if you take the published photos as any guide -- in fact, have another look at the first photo in this post before feasting your eyes on the last one:


I think that conveys rather well the innocent-but-slightly-naughty, joyous exuberance of the event. Very nice.

And yes, there's still a lot more to come...

* Yes, yes, I know it should be "All fur coat...", but that wouldn't have worked, would it? You try thinking of witty titles for these posts.

Not too shirty

I like this image very much indeed, despite the presence of a T-shirt covering up some of his wholesome goodness:


The photo is part of a jolly trio, in which our star manipulates himself into a state of excitement entirely for our pleasure:


He then sits back, relaxing content in the knowledge that we can admire his beauty:


Yeah, that's all very nice of him, I think.

Very nice.

Straight porn

The concept of this movie was rather delicious -- two old (and very straight) buddies hook up after a separation of some years and, in a drug and alcohol-fuelled haze, agree to make a porn film together where one will fuck the other.


In the hard, cold light of day, will their competitive relationship allow them to back down or can they actually go through with it?

Our heroes are suitably manly (ie, all pot-belly and unkempt stubble), and their intense rivalry reminds me of some of my straight men friends. It feels authentic, and yet you find yourself smiling at the absurdity of their friendly (but deadly serious) posturing.


It's unfortunate that the film can't, er, sustain itself to the climax, instead limply wimping out. But the journey has been immense fun.

Look at me

This morning, as I stood on the escalator carrying me up and out of the Underground station, I realised that the man in front of me was wearing his jeans all saggy. And it reminded me of this chap:


He was part of a two-man team erecting some sort of temporary swimming pool on a promenade in Toulouse last week.

What the Hell has that got to do with the Underground and saggy trousers? Let me show you:


I have to say, although I wouldn't wear it myself I do admire this particular fashion look. In the final image we get to see the stretchy consequences, all elastic tension and excitement:


That's very satisfying indeed, I think we can all agree.

Hiatus

Apologies for the temporary hiatus in posting: I've been using flickr to manage my photos but it takes forever to upload anything.


Sadly for you, I'm prioritising that at the moment (if I don't do it now I'll never finish it). So you're going to have to wait a couple of days before the resumption of (ab)normal service.

What do you want? This is an Age of Austerity, and we all have to do our bit. Apparently.

How could they do this to me?

While I was out of the country, London had the temerity to continue as if nothing had happened -- including staging the annual World Naked Bike Ride:


This was despite me notifying the organisers of my absence on that date: why they failed to rearrange it I have no idea.


Though frankly I feel a little insulted, what with me being such a huge supporter and all.


Anyhow, from the photographic evidence it looks like this year offered a bumper crop of modestly-sized (ie, normal) winkies.


I've spotted this chap in a number of photos, so here he gets a pair (as a reward for the cute slogan).


This chap also seems to have been a subject chosen by many photographers.


He gets rewarded for his headgear with another pair of images.


Only found one so far of this chap, whose beard/milky-white skin offers a devastating combo:


Whereas the chap in the middle of this group can be found all over the web (and that flag features elsewhere -- I'll return to that another time):


Here he is again, being cheeky:


And to round off his trio, here's a rather nice portrait of him:


Distinctive headgear is a good way of standing out at the Ride, and this chap has appeared all over the place (in fact, I've probably seen him in more photos than any other individual):


And this is a rather nice one-two photo pair of him, so you get them both:


For some reason this next chap only features in a single photo I can find -- he's a rather fine figure of a man, I think:


By contrast, this man doesn't seem to have grasped one of the fundamental aspects of the World Naked Bike Ride:


I suspect his long penis is sucking too much blood from his brain.


This next chap doesn't suffer from that problem, his weeny weenie being of a suitably modest size:


His fringe reminded me of Freddy Honeychurch in A Room With A View, which is a more than sufficient reason to include him.


Into the home stretch now, and here's a foursome of a rather delightful man who also decided a bike was unnecessary:


In fairness to him, he did don roller-blades.


Frankly, as far as I'm concerned he could have attended the event naked. Er...


The point is, he's lovely, he is.


But let me finish with a very fine pair of images of this rather hunky bespectacled man:


Not my normal cup of tea at all, but there's something rather catchy about him, wouldn't you say?


All in all, it looks to have been a particularly fine London World Naked Bike Ride.

Damn them.

Definitely sexy-geeky

Have returned from my hols, refreshed and relaxed, with a rejuvenated desire to celebrate my own wanton perversity. And, as I left you with an image of a sexy-geeky chap, I thought re-starting with this pair (of another delightful-looking, sexy-geeky god) might be appropriate:


Here he is, all coy-looking, an artfully-placed thigh preventing your questing gaze from reaching the object of your desires.

But he is nothing if not obliging, so, in the second image of the pair, the photographer moves position and our kind chap gently parts his milky-white thighs, to receive our determined and probing interest:


The saucy trollop.

More nonsense later (I have to do massive amounts of laundry now).

So, in the meantime, here's a snifter of what my holiday was all about:


Nice, huh?

Bet you just can't wait to see more of my holiday snaps now...

There's sexy-geeky and there's geeky-geeky

My bizarre tropism for geeky guys seems to have reached its nadir with this magnificently geeky (and very sexy) dude:


Luckily I'm off on my hols right now, so I have time to undergo a bit of therapy-by-denial and, I hope, recuperate.

But it means you're gonna have to do without me until towards the end of the month while I enjoy this:


I'm sure you'll manage.

À Bientôt.

Do Ron Ron

This magnificent-looking chap was the "star" of some US-based reality show to find a new male model:


His most notable feature (non-physically speaking) was that he was an out gay man.


Which makes it a bit odd that the photographers decided they needed another naked person in the shoot and that person should be a, er, woman:


Then again, the magazine for which he was posing is a little strange -- ostensibly designed for straight ladies, its biggest clientele is almost certainly gay men.


None of which is intended to detract in any way from the charms of the lovely model:


I particularly like that "stapled through the stomach" look -- brings back all sorts of happy memories.