I have hugely enjoyed Dieux de Stade since those naughty Parisian ruggers started producing their naked calendars.
It's just that, this year, they seem to have gone all coy on us.
I'm sure it's not the boys themselves, who seem to disport themselves happily enough full-frontally (or do I mean fully-frontal?) in the associated "making of" DVD.
But last year we had a photographer who treated the assignment as more of a high-end fashion shoot than the soft gay porn this undoubtedly is (or should be).
And this year we have a photographer who seems to be a tad embarrassed by all that mighty cock.
It's a very strange state of affairs.
Still, I am grateful that the boys (sic) continue to do this for our pleasure and pervy delectation year after year.
I really should learn not to be such an ingrate.
PS: Oh, alright then -- this is the sort of thing I had in mind from previous years:
See? Sort of more blatant...
... more obvious, really.
Well, in fairness, I am a man, and that means I like things to be spelt out.
And you can't really spell things any clearer than that, can you?
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