What's your angle?

Three utterly delightful angles in this post:

That's all that links them. They're by three very different photographers.

Although maybe there's something about their strong use of colours (or antipathy to colours, in one instance) which links them?

I don't know and, frankly, I don't really care: I just love staring at these images, one after the other. Heavenly.

Up close and personal

I'm only sorry the images are so small, but these are great fun (I have thoughtfully labelled them A to F in case you want to refer to them in your comments):

A

Each man has four close-ups of the same four body parts:

B

Which of the parts tells us more about the nature of the man?

C

It's also nice to see some other variations highlighted than just the sheer size of their wangers.

D

Judging by the prevalence of foreskins I'd guess these are European images.

E

While it's entirely possible that they are all serial killers, on the basis of the photosets I'd go on a blind date with any of them.

F

Wait a minute: I'm not quite as easy as that last statement made me seem. No, honest, I'm not. I have standards. Really, I do.

Chocolate box images

A fistful of Swiss fun now:

On the right (above) you can see the almost brand-new design of AC electric shunting engine which has now largely replaced the elderly types seen in the next image:

Switzerland still has that commitment to staggeringly good graphic design and liveries which we have long since lost in the UK:

Everything is sleek and clean-looking and modern and crisp and efficient and...

An image that is wholly justified by their operating successes (something that many European countries, not just Britain, no longer have: traditionally excellent Germany, for example, was also a shambles in this year's heavy snow. But not the Swiss):

There is much I find faintly repugnant about Swiss society (and no, I'm not throwing stones in a glasshouse here. Just don't get me started on the rotten stench at the heart of British society). But I adore their approach to railways.

Sainted aunts

A pair of trios from a very talented photographer, starting with David (he of Goliath-slaying fame):

Beautiful imagery, almost Pierre et Gilles-ish in its super-saturated reality.

Delightful composition, artfully arranged, lush lighting.

And a staggeringly pretty model. What more could you ask for?

A different approach in the second trio, a St George with pert winkie:

Some of the same hall-marks as the first trio, with interesting props and, next, a cunningly-placed Dragon/Devil:

The Dragon/Devil then goes all suggestivy on St George, but he rises above all that (although the angling of his body towards the Dragon suggests that perhaps, underneath that stiff exterior, St George may, after all, be all-too-temptable fleshly human):

I really liked that series. I'm hoping this excellent photographer will produce more of the same.

Share and share alike

I am completely in love with this gorgeously sexy man:

Now I've got that out of my system, let me explain what's going on here.

A kind reader sent me some of his own photographs from a World Naked Bike Ride -- I think, from the looks of things, Brighton, but I await correction.

My kind and generous reader has tastes in men which are spookily aligned with my own, at least if this selection is evidence enough.

Take this next hunk-tastic chap -- all chest hair, chunkiness and modest winkie:

Or this next one. Er... ditto:

Of course, we can't agree about everyone:

Let me end this post with a pair of images he also sent to me, but did not take himself (looks like London to me). Unremarkable (and much smaller than I would normally post), except for the delightful perkiness of their tiny winkies:

In general, men with tiny winkies seem not to be as exhibitionistically-inclined as men with massive mutants. 

Which is a bit of a shame, I'd say, especially for gleeful pervs like me who adore them.

Correction

This post is illustrated by images taken from an absolutely vast stash of photos sent to me by an immensely kind reader.

Honestly, I am beginning to think that some of you may have stashes of internet porn of such magnitude that they may even begin to rival my own...

Now let's get down to business: for reasons I can't begin to comprehend, Blogger decided to delete the four comments that follow (shown in blue) which were received in the last few hours, even though I instructed it to publish them (although, perversely, it did publish a fifth):

Ben has left a new comment on your post "Keep on growin'":
The arms are indeed amazing, but then so are the hairy chest and the ultra-lean abs. And the face is classic. What a marvel of creation.

Obviously the images bear no relationship to the comments. Obviously.

Anthony has left a new comment on your post "Hairy moment":
Personally I think his cock is perfect, and his hair quotient is perfect. He could maybe stand to firm up his abs just a bit, but otherwise -- fantastic. 

That photo (above) was much smaller than I would usually post, but there's something about the sense of wonderment on the face of the chap on the right that I couldn't resist. And I always like images with different sized winkies.

Charles has left a new comment on your post "Back to basics":
There is NOTHING wrong with the size of Landon's instrument.

Much better something of those dimensions than the schlongs that can cause serious damage to the cervixes and/or intestines of their sexual partners.

Although, inexplicably, I have never before wondered much about the cervix, let alone a group of them, surely the plural would be cervices? Anyone...?

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Headless wonder":
So much luscius hair, in gorgeous counterpoint to the handsome face (or what we can see of it). 

Anyway, I wanted to thank you for commenting, and I'm keen not to discourage you from doing so in future (as Blogger decided not to publish them you may well have thought I'd blocked your comments if I didn't post them here. I publish pretty much every comment. 99.9% of them, actually, and almost all the rest are adverts).

Oh, I have to end with this image:

It's pretty ordinary except that it's apparently of Chipper and Scotty Cunningham, a pair of brothers, which plays to many of my weirdest and obviously most perverse fantasies. I love it that the younger brother (at least, I assume it's the younger) has a bigger dick: the hours of arguments and fights that must have caused, though it might have gone some way to balance out the other inequalities in the older/younger relationship. I never had a brother...

Banging on

More glorious findings from the world of deviantArt -- I adore this first image:

This next trio is of a model who has featured on Top Scoff before (he had dirty feet, if that helps you remember):

This photographer has used him to play with "x-ray" style, where a clothed and a naked photograph are superimposed:

The results can be rather beguiling:

I have always hated clowns, and I really hate clown "art", but I liked this next one:

Perhaps interestingly I would have done it the other way round -- an erect balloon with a floppy cock and vice versa, suggesting some mechanical connection between the two. Whereas the original suggests some sort of perverse mental/sexual connection between balloons and erections, which I find unfathomable.

Enough whining -- that image (above) is also of the clown/self-portraitist.

Whereas this next one is a more conventional model/photographer thing.

I find the giant mutant rather distracting and was reminded of the precepts of Classical sculpture -- the winkie should be stylised on the small side, to convey nakedness but without overemphasis.

Yeah, I even bewilder myself, sometimes.

Let's draw a veil there.

Help needed

I know virtually nothing about the history of German railways. There, I've said it.

I very much like the black and red liveries they applied to all their locomotives. These have that "Continental" look about them -- all the gubbins and pipe work on the outside expressing its shape rather than the British approach which tended to hide it all away and smooth it over.

Let's move back down the train:

My lack of knowledge did not make me hesitate even for a second before buying the cute model coaches you can see in the rest of this post.

There are obviously three different designs, and the description was "Langeschwalbacher in German DRG livery" (I think it's meant to be 1920s or early 30s). I have absolutely no idea what that means.

Any insider information would be very gratefully received.

Really looking

One of the things I love about taking photographs is that it seems to give you a licence to really look at something, even the familiar.

The first pair of images -- self-portraits, actually -- by this photographer plays games with tight cropping and inversion, but they still feel relatively conventional.

It's when he goes all macro on his own body that things start to get really fascinating.

This pair of shots may not be wholly unfamiliar to those of us who spend significant parts of our lives either photographing the objects concerned or in close, er, facial proximity to them.

But how many of us have really studied the glorious and complex skin structures of the scrotum:

And how many of us would immediately recognise this?:

(In case you're confused that was the frenulum, a small dart of skin which connects the foreskin to the underside of the penis. A similar structure with the same name connects the base of your tongue to the bottom of your mouth.)

So often in sex we're anxious to be doing things to or for our partner, and we spend much too little time in looking and exploring. But the intimacy that goes with that more relaxed approach to time -- to just being with each other -- can be extremely rewarding.

God, I'm so sorry: this is beginning to sound like an idiotic sex manual, explaining in po-faced language the things you already know much better than the author. Apologies. Now, back to the cock.