by Enrique Cruz

‘while back a Right Said Fred song laid it out like this: “I’m too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts…”  — but, I’m here to say it “hurt” – in a bad way.  

Call me old fashion…but, sometimes worrying about every accessory you wear and making yourself so pretty kinda…just doesn’t work.  And it’s not very sexy…just seems like you’re trying to hard.

Won’t be blogging for about 10 days, men. Nothing personal; I’m moving and will be in transit for a spell. What’s very cool, though, is how going to a new town is like checking into a hotel. All horns kick in because all the guys are brand new to you.

Where am I headed? Atlanta. And I’ll tell you, based on the profiles I’ve checked out on a very popular hooking-up site, these studs are worthy of the rep. It gets better, too. For every hot twenty-something boy on there, there’s about eight muscled fuckers in their forties. Just like me.

Hot damn. The promised land.

- Jack X, EAGER

If you get into all-American jock boys like I do, you get over any size issues. You have to, because the average, built jock is hung like a chipmunk. I know there are exceptions. But I’ve had my share of these guys and mule cock isn’t usually what they offer.

However. Life offers fantastic compensations sometimes. In this case, it’s jock ass. Maybe it’s the very fact that their dicks aren’t huge that makes the muscled butt hotter - it’s almost like we’re meant to go there since the front is a so-so deal. As in this neo-classic stud -

Whatever the reason, there is, in my book, not much that gets better than playing with a tight, hopefully virgin, stud rear end. I’d make a wisecrack about all this but I’m too turned on just now…

- Jack X

Yeah, I said that huge cock is usually more trouble than its worth. Yeah, I said that the monsters make us drool but they’re too fucking hard to handle. I didn’t say - and this is also the sad case - the owners of the horse meat seem to find it hard to get really hard. Understandable. But not good.

All that said, though, there’s no ignoring: massive dicks command respect automatically, if not awe. It’s jungle law and it’s encoded in our DNA. I remember a skinny boy from a school gym class. He was British too. Everything should’ve made him a target for the asshole bullies lurking in the lockerrom. But no one ever harassed him. It was a mystery to me. Until I saw him leave the showers and that third leg swinging between the other two. No wonder the bastard was always serene….

- Jack X, who gives respect where its due

Along the lines of monster cocks - the pic below is pulled from a page devoted to huge dicks. It’s from a series, in fact, encouraging you to check out this ‘horse-hung jock.

Are you thinking what I’m thinking? Yeah, it’s a nice cock. Yeah, he’s got nothing to be ashamed of. But horse-hung? Sorry, cowboy. And it makes me think about guys I’ve been with who boast maybe six inches and believe themselves to be super-hung. I don’t get it. I mean, don’t we all pretty much go by a reasonable yardstick? Doesn’t it basically tell us that six is cool, eight is cooler, but you need to be sporting about nine or more if you’re going to take your place in the land of the giants?

- Jack X, more into hot asses anyway