Citius, Altius, Fortius*

The Olympics begin tonight! While we will have to suffer through the endless prattle of Bob Costas and all of NBC's color commentators, let us remember why we are watching in the first place: to see great athletes perform at the top of their game...

...fuck that, I want to see hotties (performing at the top of their game). 

For seventeen days, the youth of the world will compete and I will also "go for the gold" (if you will) and soil a many cum rag with my appreciation of their efforts. 

Not all of these are of Olympic athletes, but when it comes to sweaty men with bulging muscles, does it really matter?  They are jocks and we love them for their dedication... and amazing bods.

Yeah, buddy, we're all looking at it, too.

*That's the Olympic motto: "Faster, Higher, Stronger".

Why So Modest?

I love the vanity shots guys take of themselves with their phones... but why stop before dropping trou? Show it all off--by the looks of these pictures, there's much more to see...

Tongue in Cheeck

The Pit, Just the Pit, and Nothing But the Pit

Sometimes, I'll see a guy's hot, furry pit and I will obsess over it the rest of the night. Given the chance, I could setting in to any of these for nibble-lick-suck session and treat them right.

I remember when my best friend got fur under his arms one summer. I caught sight on the last day of school when he lifted his arm. I got instant wood. A few weeks later, I spent the night and he mentioned how he gets b.o. I leaned in and sniffed. I said, "Eww!" but I thought, "Ahh!" After he'd fallen asleep, I got my nose as close as I could and sniffed his manly scent... jerking off into my shorts.

Done it. Ate it. Got off a second time doing it.

I could live there.