A Day at the Aquarium - Manatees and Things

Nice how sitting round can turn into a walk can turn into a day at the aquarium ... depending of course on the direction the wandering takes.


Inside, we looked around a bit - and then realized the blog post potential of the outing. Though these images and the footage do not pretend to be anything other than dead dead ordinary!

I made a beeline for the manatees - a kind of ocean-going version of my favorite land-dwelling mammals, the orangutans ('Traveling Round The Philippines - Zambles, Vigan, and 100 Islands').


I think also I love them cos of their common name - 'sea cows'.

And cos their closest relos are elephants and hyraxes - somehow this adds to the warm fuzzy feeling.

These herbivores always seem so friendly and gentle and empathetic and cuddly - no mean feat for an aquatic creature! Obviously lots and lots of anthropomorphizing going on here!


From the excessive amount of footage I took, I've put this together ...

... with what I think is just so right as the audio track - the Gregorian Chant 'Kyrie Eleison'!

Then on to the more ordinary denizens of an aquarium ...

... which in fact included the less-than-ordinary weedy sea dragon ...

(Not my photo - Included to give a better idea of how beautiful dragons are)

... and some of its more flora-imitating relatives ...


We then fortuitously meandered into the anemones and sponges department ...




... before we plunged into reef fish ...






The big finale was the bovver boys of the seas - the sharks.


I thought I'd been over-exposed to these guys but up close and personal they still managed to send a chill ... just about everywhere.


This last image has a curious resemblance to mid-nineteenth century naturalistic animal painting ...


... don't you think?

Okay, now for the scary stuff ...

... which I felt needed a counterpoint music track - and so George Michael's 'A Different Corner'. It works so perfectly - just listen to the words with images ... and chuckle! And it wards off the chills - very nicely!

Equine Guy

The phrase 'horse-hung' readily springs to mind looking at our friend here, doesn't it!

A diversion - equine dick is a delicacy in quite a few places ...


... but I think this is a whole other post ... on another site.

Though if you have an urgent need to make some horse dick soup ... you could check out 'beef torpedo'.

I digress. Maybe.

But back to Kelson here anyway - with his preview of cumming attractions ...




Actually, I suspect his dick is edible too - if you have a big enough 'appetite'!




BTW how's your 'appetite' going?


Kelson's cock is just SO very long and sleek and whatever else it is that makes it the thoroughbred race horse of dicks!


A standing ovation ... but surely this is the part we should be playing!




... oh well, if he must ...



... and he does such a damn fine job of it!


Now you'd be wrong if you thought Kelson was a one trick pony (sorry :<) - he has a truly great butt too - it just isn't fair!

These cantilevered bubble buns are seen to best advantage by him half-putting on his boxers again ...


... momentarily of course ...





The close-up is almost too much for a sexually active guy to bear ...


And there's more ...








Ok. it's official - I'm emotionally drained - right out!

How bout you?

When Life and Dreams Merge

I don't know about you, but I've been pestered by dreams of flying ... for years ... and years.

Usually it goes like this - I run along the ground to gather speed, and then, slowly, spread my arms and take to the air. No flapping seems to be required - I just have to keep the arms out.

And then, after a suitable period, I say to myself 'This is not a dream - I really am flying!'.

At this point, things usually go either of two ways - elation as I continue ever upwards, or dismay as the very words themselves seem to bring me crashing down. No Freudian interpretations, please!

Yesterday I sensed a way out of this life-long dilemma, while watching the video below - all I need to do is get onto the NASA program as an astronaut! I guess anything is possible ... and, as you must have understood by now, my need is great!


For a bit of variation on the flying thing, I could do mid-air hovering - it'd would work for me ...


Other fun extras would be sleeping standing up ... though, come to think of it, this might not be quite as exciting as flying or hovering ...


Where lifting heavy objects with a single finger would be ...


... and would also satisfy any latent superman fantasies.

Water sports could be high on my 'to do' list' ...



Anyway, here's the video that inspired all these ruminations ...

... cool, eh?

A Great Flip Flop

I've had the big time hots for the guy on the right for ages - partly cos he's so great in a ton of sizzling videos.

So I'm dead jealous of his 'friend' here, from the first hot tongue-in-mouth action ...


... through the nip nipping ...


... and butt nipping ...


... (though this might be more than just a 'nip') ...


... to the serious dick-down-throat business ...




.. and its flip flop ...


This is obviously a gratuitous extra shot of the other guy's dick - which would definitely get him through our front door too, no sweat ...


But back to the main business ...




Do you reckon, with some kind of serious method acting techniques, there's any possibility I could somehow insinuate myself into this next steaming flip flop action ...






... probably not with out seriously disturbing my mental balance ...




So fuckin hot when they flip flop and his friend's bout to blow ...



All that cum splashed everywhere is making my mouth water!

The Need for A Certain Detachment

Dry Stone or Zen Garden, Ryoanji Temple, Kyoto, Japan (my photo)

I've been looking for a mantra word today to use to keep a range of ideas at the front of my mind - thoughts related to the greater and lesser degrees of attachment I have to the way others see and judge me. And to the ways I react to this and wish I didn't - somewhat Sartre's 'mauvaise foi'.

So the talisman could be 'detachment'. Which I hope will develop a kind of Buddhist 'attachment disorder'.

There's no crisis going on here - just some calmish reflecting!

I was also thinking how such detachment can be promoted by contemplation, for example, of a Zen garden, like the dry stone garden at the Ryoanji Temple in Kyoto, Japan, designed and laid out in the C15. Which I visited in the late 80s.

Being only 30 by 10 metres, this Zen Garden is small and easy to encompass with your mind.


The fifteen rocks of various sizes are distributed in groups over a raked pebble ground so that only fourteen are visible at any one time and from any perspective - the last appearing in the mind's eye when a state of spiritual enlightenment is achieved.





Needless-to-say I saw only fourteen stones.

And I suspect I'm a very long way off seeing that last one grouped in there with its fellows.

But that's ok!

While We're In The Region ...

While we're in the region of trails and bushes, it'd seem kinda stupid not to have a post on balls, particularly featuring those big mouth-wateringly fleshy ones that're impossible to keep out of your mouth!

Now I'm always surprised how much variation there is in sacks ...
















... though the wrinkly firm 'walnut' sack is a bit lower on my list of must-suck nuts than most ...


But what makes me hotter than anything is when balls tighten up against the base of a guy's dick as he gets more and more excited ...





I reckon it's impossible to imagine a nuts post without some close-up and personal shots ...







And with all those balls right right in front of your face, it's hard not to imagine ...


... going right for them!

Long Lost Siblings

'Quiet Waters' Haughton Forrest (1826-1925)

You might have noticed some paintings wandering round the blog ... perhaps looking a bit lost among the acres of naked pulsating male flesh.

The work above was one happenstance of the rabid auction phase of our lives. Which luckily came to a close about five years ago.

My partner had spotted 'Quiet Waters'. It was almost unnoticed by other previewers, right down on the bottom level of three rows of hung paintings. But then, not much gets past his eagle eye. And the canvas was knocked down to us for way under the pre-auction estimate, justifying - so it seemed - our impetuosity!

Then yesterday, like a previously unknown relative, the following painting came across my internet radar ...

'Hobart Town' Haughton Forrest (1826-1925)

... obviously similar to the one we have but very different from most of Forrest's other mainly marine work ...






Born at Boulogne-sur-Mer in France of British parents, Haughton Forrest (1826–1925) ...


... worked in various public service spheres in England - the Army and the Post Office - before, in 1875, taking up 60 acres of land in Kittoland, Parana, southern Brazil, and then, in 1876, 100 acres on the Ringarooma River outside Hobart in Tasmania. He later returned to the public service sector - as bailiff of crown lands and of the court of general sessions, as inspector of nuisances, weights and measures, and thistles and stock, and as superintendent of police.

And continued to paint all the while.

In 1899, his images of Mount Wellington and Hobart formed the basis of Australia's first pictorial stamps.

But getting back to our extending 'family', I think the similarity between 'Quiet Waters' and its newly found long lost relative is mainly in the chromatic scale. And the almost obsessive attention to detail - which may stem from often working from photographs. In both paintings, there is also an almost human intimacy, created by small leafy outcrops comfortingly jutting into the landscape, with an effect like arms enfolding a loved one.

As the advertisement says 'But there's more'. And we certainly seem to be developing a curious quirk for acquiring one of pairs.

Having not so long ago purchased this work ...


... by modern aboriginal artist, Emily Kame Kngwarreye (1910-1996) ...


... we noticed its twin in an old Christie's catalogue ...


Mmm ... So what's next!

I'll keep you posted.