And the Oscar goes to… | Male Nude and Dudoir Photography

Oscar night tonight.

I have a confession to make – I still watch the show, but I don’t really care much anymore.  It’s sort of like the Super Bowl.  I realize that the Oscars are kind of like the gay version of the Olypmics – but I just don’t watch as many movies anymore.  And since Skyfall wasn’t nominated, I don’t think I’ve seen a single movie up for best picture.

That said, I’m so fucking excited to see Shirley Bassey perform with Adele as part of the James Bond tribute.  We each have our favorite torch singer – and Dame Bassey is mine.  :)

(if you’re curious about the pained look on Kevin’s face…  it’s not just excitement about best supporting actress…  it’s more a function of his rather huge penis being stuffed into briefs that are perhaps two sizes too small)

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Male Boudoir Photography | Serial Friday: Do Me A Favor | Part 3

—   Do Me A Favor – by Johnny Murdoc – Part 3   —

“What? No way,” I said, no longer quite whispering. Dan looked over at us. I slid my hand off of Kyle’s dick.

Kyle lifted a finger to his lips. “Shh,” he said. “I’m serious.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me, I thought. Kyle and I had been together for a little over a year and had been nothing but monogamous. We had discussed other guys, sure, but mostly as whispered fantasies in the middle of a good fuck session.

“I really want to see you do it,” Kyle said.

“Dan’s straight,” I said.

“Dan’s a drunk frat boy.”

“You watch too much porn.”

“He told me he wanted to try it.”

“Bullshit.”

“Last night. Over beers.” Kyle had been out last night with Dan. “That’s why I invited him over tonight.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“I know you wanted tonight to be just us but I also know you’re kind of into Dan.”

“I am not.”

“Fuck you, dude. You haven’t taken your eyes off of him all night.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean I want to blow him.”

“You totally do. And I want to watch you do it.” He grabbed my hand and dropped it onto his crotch again. Rock hard.

“Everything all right over there, guys?” Dan said. I pulled my hand free again.

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