When you see Abele working out you cannot do anything but stare. His biceps and triceps flex with each movement and you can see all of the definition. And while you may be impressed with how they look you know you are really just thinking how hot it would be if they were wrapped around you.
He takes off his shirt and you are looking at a stunning piece of chiseled muscle, hard pecs and abs covered in thick black fur. And he is just so damned adorable.
Watching him jerk his nice uncut cock is a thing of beauty. And if you are a big fan of ass, wait until you see his. Muscular yet round, nice and firm, and just the right amount of fur outlining his hole, which we are dying to see get stuffed with something.
A dick, a toy, anything. Then he goes back to working that cock of his, showing every ounce of passion in his face. You know he is loving this. Pretty soon his beautiful muscular body is slick with a light sheen of sweat and he shoots his load. And without a second thought he takes a taste and savors it. RANDY BLUE
FORTUNE & MEN’S EYES: Herbert’s play, though imbued with a sense of authenticity (Herbert himself was imprisoned in Canada in the early fifties), did not translate well to the screen. Although it was shot in a real prison located on the Plains of Abraham in Quebec, and features a convincing ensemble cast (Greer had done more than four hundred performances as Queenie in the Sal Mineo stage production), the film hovers uneasily between exploitative melodrama and valid social commentary. Its depiction of prison life was criticized by Vito Russo in his book The Celluloid Closet as “a country club for sadomasochistic homosexuals.” – TIFF
Why Didn’t Honey Boo Boo Disclose That Uncle Poodle Became Infected With HIV After Having Bareback Sex? via THE SWORD
“I was adamant about getting my HIV status checked on a regular basis. On March 16, 2012, I tested negative. Then, in May of 2012 my test results came back positive. I knew it had been my boyfriend who infected me. I later learned he had been HIV positive and was not taking medication and had not bothered to tell me about it. I was advised that I should press charges and, hesitantly, I did. It was the right thing to do.
He is serving a 5-year sentence. I would have been cool with his HIV status if he had been honest. I don’t have an issue with the disease. I would have known how to protect myself.
[Barebackers] are damn fools! They are playing Russian roulette; they are playing with their lives and that of their sexual partners.” – UNCLE POODLE
ORDERING IN? Toronto’s new sex-toy delivery service has a tantalizing menu SERAFIN LARIVIERE @ XTRA
We’ve all been there. It’s past midnight, and sleep is nowhere in sight. You know that you should just roll over, count sheep or grab a good book, but there it is again: that cursed appetite that nags at you, driving away any hope of peaceful slumber. It’s so easy, isn’t it . . . to go to the computer and call up that online menu, perusing the mouth watering choices, trying to decide which would satiate your desperate hunger. You decide, you click, you order and wait for the guaranteed one-hour delivery of a succulent, juicy, decadent . . . dildo.
That’s right, boys and girls (and my lovely in-betweeners): one-hour sex-toy delivery has come to the GTA, and it’s taking off like wildfire.
“I’ve been sitting on this idea for 20 years,” says Roberto Piazza, who started the business a year ago with his friend Bruno Pistilli. “It just seemed like such a perfect idea.”
Piazza struck on his naughty notion while on a business call at a shop that sells lingerie and related sundries. “I walked in and the whole time we were there, nobody stayed and shopped. Anyone who came in just looked too embarrassed. Right there I thought, Somebody should just deliver this.”
Those of us in the magazine industry have an unfortunate truth to face: print media is on the decline. As more people get their content online, circulation rates drop and advertising dollars with them. So naturally, my first question to Jason Tranchida and Matthew Lawrence, co-editors of the biannual art-sex tome Headmaster, is why, exactly, anyone would start a magazine right now.
“It might be an exercise in futility since many publications are dying off,” Tranchida says. “But there’s also a section of the industry that’s evolving away from the traditional disposability towards a culture of collectability.”
“If you’re putting something in print and expecting people to pay for it, they’ll want to have it around for a while,” Lawrence adds. “That’s why we made a conscious effort from our first issue not to be a current events magazine, but something that people would actually want to have on their bookshelf for years to come. Often when people first discover it, they’ll want to order back issues to have the complete set.”
Behind the scenes of Fab Magazine’s sexy Beards cover shoot. This is sure to heat up your January. The issue just hit newsstands & is online (check out DAILY SQUIRT for EXCLUSIVE HOT photos).
