Pay-back time

A fistful of fun to fortify you for the austere times in the post that follows this one. If you see what I mean.

Think of this as the calm before the storm.

Because the post after this one does not have these lusciously large images, which clicking to enlarge transforms into detailed life studies of the lovely men contained therein.

No, those treats are only for this post.

So you should gather ye rosebuds while ye may...

Alright then. Are you ready for the next post? Sorry but, as Scudder so eloquently put it, "you've had your fun. And now you must pay".

Frustration

You have no idea how frustrating it can be compiling porn for Top Scoff.

I find photos that appear to be sublimely beautiful, but then discover they are only tiny, tiny, low resolution images.

This post is a collection of some of those tiny images that have so frustrated me.

There is no point "clicking to enlarge" -- in many instances the image you will then see will be smaller than those that appear in this post (although this next one is one of the exceptions):

Although that's not true for all of them: sometimes the frustration is that there is only one single image of that subject when I want more -- lots more.

And sometimes the frustration is simply that the model is teasing us with salacious imagery that hints at the winkie but then... nothing.

Why would they be so wantonly cruel to poor, drone-like porn-seekers like me?

We are simple creatures, willing to be led up the proverbial garden path provided, at the end of it, we get to see into the, er, woodshed.

Um... that metaphor didn't really work, but you know what I mean.

We love seeing the blue touch-paper lit, but at the end of the anticipatory wait we want to see the explosive firework display.

Too many models leave us with damp squibs.

Or -- and this is an even more heinous crime -- they have demonstrated that there is indeed a magnificent explosion, but it is posted in such a low resolution that we are unable to make out any detail.

This next chap is a prime example of that: we love his lightly haired body and his short, punchy chubby, but...

I want more!

And as for this next staggeringly lovely ottery-boy, words fail me...

Why is this the only shot in the whole world? Why does he not appear naked on billboards in every major and minor city??

These two (above and below) give good eyes, but that's just not enough, is it?

A pair of pairs to end on -- starting with these chaps who give us superb winkie, but in such low resolution and in only a single image. Why, oh, why?

And to end with this delightful couple.

Do they not know how many hours -- weeks, probably -- I would spend slavering over a high-res photo-set of them being nice to each other?

Hm... perhaps they do, and that's why there's only a single image...?

PS: Bugger it. I forgot to upload the very image that inspired this whole post -- the frustration of such a low-res image of what is obviously a magnificent subject. Better late than never:

Don't you just adore him? But I so, so want to see the detail. Really. All of it.

Sigh...

 

Red breast

Following the debacle of my last post (where the lovely actor Robin Causse was mistakenly misidentified as Stuart Manning), a hugely kind reader has sent me a veritable flock of Robins.

I don't know why he is naked while the rest of his cast members are clothed, although some of them look very quirkily interesting, too:

Anyhow, this is, apparently, a production of Hamlet.

It looks like it was fabulously more fun than any production of Hamlet I've ever seen.

In fact, as I contemplate this next image, I can't tell you how much I wished I was there. Preferably in the front row.

Even this final image does not seem so much disturbing as whimsically playful.

With just a hint of that glorious winkie peeking out at us. And that body hair...

I can't tell you how grateful I am to my generous reader(s). And to Robin, obviously.

Worshipful

A kind reader sent me this glorious image of this staggeringly sexy actor, across whom I had never before come. Er...

More to the point, my generous reader also sent me another image of that hot lovely -- showing us all his bits! Hurrah!!

I set off in search of more of this hot totty, unable to control myself in the hunt for ever more flesh, when -- Hey, Poncho! -- imagine my surprise and delight on finding this number:

Which, alas, quickly turned to a hollow emptiness when I realised it was just a reversed version of the image above it. Damnit! Although, now I come to closely study it again, I find it hard to remain disappointed for very long. Stuart Manning is a Sex God.

Best intentions

This started out being a hairy themed selection of sexual goodness, but it rapidly degenerated into a random roundup.

But let's at least start with that hairy, perky-winkied goodness.

Although this next chap is a bit on the trunky side for a winkie:

Maybe it's safer to stick to hairy:

But then I got distracted by this rugger-bugger scene:

And by then it was too late, I was on a downward spiral of random totty from which it was impossible to recover.

So best to draw it to a close with this meaty-looking, stubby chubby:

What very tactile bits he has: I just want to get my hands all over them.

Adieu

Sad news: the Wrexham & Shropshire ceases operations with tomorrow's 1830 departure from London's Marylebone.

This independent "open access" rail operator (more properly the Wrexham, Shropshire & Marylebone Railway) has consistently scored more than 96% passenger satisfaction in user surveys (once recording a remarkable 99%), so, of course, in our piss-poor railway system this company would inevitably stop working.

Ultimately owned by Deutsche Bahn, I've never been a huge fan of the Class 67 locomotives it used (they are just so damn ugly) but, at the other end of each rake, there was a rather stylish ex-British Rail Mk3 DVT:

After tomorrow's last scheduled service their silver and grey livery (and rather stylish logo) will disappear from the network.

But the trains themselves will, I suspect, reappear very quickly, to serve on Chiltern Railways' new Marylebone-Birmingham route (Chilterns Railways is owned by, er, Deutsche Bahn).

Jake's thing

Well, at last: stills have just emerged from Jakey G's dreadful, dreadful, truly dreadful new-ish film, Love and Other Drugs:

But our boy gives good arse in it:

For my money he's a little over-pumped in the muscle department:

But, honestly, I wouldn't kick him out of bed.

And you have to just love the shapeliness of that shapely thigh, even if it has been stupidly over-artfully placed to hide any dangerous flash of Jake's winkie:

He's a bit over-shaved, too, for my taste.

Goddamnit, I am such a whinger. It's the lovely Jake, for Christ's sake!