Marathon Weekend

Taking the train back up to the snowy Hudson Valley. The marathon weekend was incredible. I arrived in DC Friday night and spent the night and all day Saturday with members of my team -- awesome people, fun, all excitedly nervous about the race on Sunday. many of us were sweating the news of power outages back at home and worrying about family and friends who lost power, but otherwise -- a great pre-race series of events.

Sunday morning could not have brought more beautiful racing weather -- brisk and cool but the sun on the horizon. So the 30,000 plus runners and I headed out. There is a particular part of this race route that has proven to be a nemesis of mine -- knee pain, nauseousness, total bonk out has occurred the last three times I've run this race. This year I fucking killed it. Sailed straight through this part right up to mile 18. Overall it was a very strong race and I finished shaving two minutes off my previous besttime for a new personal best of 4 hours and 39 minutes. Apart from some calf tightness (never felt that before) and feeling nauseous, I felt really good. This is the second race where my body is just not tolerating the liquid protein gels. They seem to get stuck in my diaphram and just don't go down. One of my buddies had the same experience and actually barfedseveral times for the dame thing. He has acid reflux and claims that that is the cause. Maybe I have that as well, regardless I need to figure this piece out before my nex race.

Can't complete this post without some mention of the beautiful bodies out onthe race course. Women in sports bras, running behind beautiful muscly legs and asses. Hot viewpoints I assure you. For my regular readers, it can't come as a surprise to you -- fucking hot furry guys working hard and pushing their bodies to their limits is pretty heady stuff for me. Thanks for all of the notes of encouragement and good wishes. Paul -- I was looking for you at mile 8 man! Where was the "Run Loki Run" sign with your hotness holding it for me?

Pre-Race

 I should be geting some rest and concentrating on the race tomorrow. Instead, I am unbelievably horny

and just thinking about getting laid!

Just a bunch of nervous energy I think.

But after the race -- man am I unloading this!

Just out of curiosity, ever deny yourself -- push yourself to not cumming for a longer period of time?

Train South

 Headed on the Acela south to the race weekend. Really excited to meet up with the guys and watch Game 7 tonight at the hotel. I love hanging with these guys and just catching up and shooting the shit and getting ready for the big race on Sunday.

I know the Giants aren't in it this year -- but fuck this guy is hot. I have to admit getting very horny when I watch sports with a group of guys. The testosterone is flowing and I go right along with the flow.

Of course, I'd love it if it turned into something like this -- just a quick fuck break between innings and then back to the game. Maybe stakes -- losers assuming the position:)

Then back to the game -- somewhat satisfied -- a bit less aggressive.

And then cleaning up with the special buddy after everyone else leaves -- straight out of Penthouse Forum. God if this were ever made real! But seriously, I love watching the game commando in really soft, worn sweatpants and rubbing a load or two out.

What makes you horny when you are watching tv?

Great weekend guys.

Big Weekend

First, my marathon is finally here so ready or not, I'll be running 26.2 on Sunday. What I wish I wish I was doing is exactly what this guy is doing -- hanging out, watching the Eagles beat the Cowboys.

For those of you who aren't aware -- the Cowboys vs. the Eagles is one of the great rivalries in the NFL. No matter how each team is doing in terms of their record (Eagles currently sucking at 2 and 4 and Cowboys . . .well they always suck) it is always a tough game.

The boys hit hard and long -- just like they should.

And our dream team leader, Mike Vick (thanks GQ for lending me the cover shot) although having a tough year, is sure to put the Cowboys in their place.

One of my favorites is Brent Celek. Fuck this guy is tough and hot.

You know I have his jersey :)

Who are your teams and who are the hot guys who make you pop a boner sitting on the couch watching them play and hit?
So Big Dan -- get with the J man and hang in the tub and cheer on those Birds for me buddy!

Special Call Out

To the big grizzly. I know you are hurting right now man. It will get better I promise. Hang tough and

You'll be naked and standing strong soon enough. Love you bro.

I've Known JM

I've known JM for about two years now. I first met him at a reading of his work in Seattle. His t-shirt rose over the top of his jeans every so often to betray a glimpse of a thick strong trunk gracefully covered in a thicket of fur.

His armpit hair would also creep from his shirt as he raised his hands to emphasize a point. I met him after his reading and his gaze was captivating.

A whiff of whiskey on his breath was evident as he pulled me in for a bro hug. My hip touched his. Fiercely smart, masculine and a writer -- just my kind of kryptonite.

You know he probably fucks as hard as he fights. His stories of his days as a bouncer made my mouth dry. his testosterone infused glare is intoxicating. And his devotion to his Boston bruins is both endearing and troublesome as he is blindly loyal and passionate in his support. His gaze would make  men and women drop their shorts. but it is his writing -- his poetry and fiction that make me lose focus when I speak with him. Scratch that, it is the whole package. God, I am lucky to know him and be in his circle. There are a few men I've met in my life that I fantasize about fighting with, fighting for and fucking.

I'll keep you posted as we begin working together. Have you ever met a guy in your life that makes you feel this way?

Bear Brothers

"God dude, don't you ever trim down there?" Not the kind of question you like to hear when you are angling for a good blow job. Yeah, I am furry and yeah, I have shaved before, but it isn't my natural self. So this is a shout out to all my furry brothers.

Bear hugs in the shower are the best.

And losing yourself between a thick pair of furry thighs and ass . . .yum.

Mid-sleep sex with a man lightly playing with the hair on my chest will get him in a whole heap of trouble.

We need our natural coats to protect us from the elements.

And what can be hotter than a huge fresh load sitting in a forrest of sweaty fur?

Straps In Action

Damn guys, thanks for the notes, I think I struck a chord with my post from Friday and hell yeah, send me your straps! Hard to imagine I have a Patriot on my blog, but couldn't resist Tom strap peeking through.

So is this cock hard and bent or just big?

This is why I love runners!!

Damn nice fat cock.

That's so damn inviting. hold my towel, I'm diving in!

The Strap

A few readers have asked about the things that turn me on and have offered to send me things. Jockstraps have always been a turn on for me ever since I was a young kid and would have them shot across the room or shoved in my face by my older brothers.

I have a bunch that I wear when I run or sometimes under cargo shorts when I need to feel the boys close to me.

The jockstrap appeared as early as 1874, but it was not until the first decades of the 20th century that it began to be worn by sportsmen of all sorts. In this photo, taken in the 1920s, W.B. Hobert poses in his jockstrap and Roman sandals.

I like the thicker cotton straps like the one in the above pic -- holds the scent and precum longer.

And there is something very hot about a guy slipping into his strap before a workout.

Or seeing it in his bag mixed in with his other clothes.

And to all of the guys whose straps I've swiped in gyms around the world -- I sincerely apologize.

I never played football or baseball (basketball and lax were mine), so I never had the good fortune to work out with guys like this.

And now that I run, the newer smoother underarmor straps are much more comfortable.

But meeting up with a guy and making his cock do this . . . that first whiff of man scent -- fuck.

And you have to love guys that are completely unaware that that big ass elastic is totally visible.

And tracing my tongue in and around a sweaty, post run or workout strap -- nice.

And who doesn't look great in a profile with his cock wrapped up in that thing.

So any of you boys that want to send me your straps, I'm happy to swap them.

Thankful



Friendship means everything. I love the sunshine it brings.

Still Stuck on the UK

Come on man, take it all off . . .

 Guy, Madonna was nuts to leave ya

And Ben, ahhh Ben.

God our British brothers are hot.

You have to love the Brits

You have to love a country where the daily newspapers are chock full of hot rugby man coverage. Am just back from the UK  and while odd to read a sports page and not know a single player -- pretty damn hot to

 view their daily coverage of these super masculine guys going at it.

Not that they ddon't have their own issues with crazy behavior on and off the field that athletes here battle, but there is something about rugby that just gets the juices flowing.

If I were only man enough to actually play the damn sport!