...my BULL HUNG favorite for Saturday. I best put on my hunting gear this evening. Have a great weekend, guys.

...bounce on those balls, baby!

...do I need to say anything? OK, I will. Another 6 to 8 inches on the sack droop and this stud would be VERY WELL proportioned. But I definitely wouldn't throw it back at this stage of development - if you get my gist (e.g., my stretching services are available).

...come on son, give it the freedom it deserves.

...Anteros is working on a new series called ALEX IN WONDERLAND. In this render Alex meets the Tweedles - mmm, what fun are they going to be up to?

...going to be doing a lot of this this weekend - good forecast for a change.

...why does this remind me of "Stopping By Woods On Snowy Evening?" It's the first thing that popped into my head - go figure.

...damn! I forgot to recork the wine left over from dinner last night.

...Headland House, Chapter Two: The morning was bright and crisp after the evening’s storm. Still dressed in my bucks and half-unbuttoned shirt after tending to the horses, I backed into the Study door with the breakfast tray. Mstr. Douglas, seated at his desk, was reading from one of the volumes I recognized as Cervantes; a Cuaba perfumed the air. “Ildefonso, I don’t fully grasp the ‘nuance’ of this phrase; my Spanish doesn’t seem to be doing the translation justice,” Mstr. Douglas iterated, pointing to the text in question as he beckoned me forward with his impressionable gaze made even more vivid by his brilliant azure eyes. I placed the breakfast tray before him, and moved to the edge of the desk to take a closer look at the passage. Mstr. Douglas lifted the book to my advantage and as I viewed the words before me, my gaze slid from the page for a moment; I shifted my stance awkwardly as I sensed my loins' increasing volume. Having offered a plausible English translation for the poetic Spanish, I bade my Mstr. a healthy breakfast and moved toward the door. The sun was at my height, silhouetting my muscular form to the room. I heard a low, subdued sigh that came from behind me. I turned profile, paused, completed the turned and asked, “Will that be all, Sir?” “Yes, thank you…” Mstr. Douglas quickly replied, “and don’t forget that we’re taking you out for your first sailing this afternoon, Ildefonso. Be certain to wear warm gear!” I exited; the perspiration from my first chore of the day had not lessened the buckskin’s clench on my lower torso. It felt as though I had a second skin that had been painted over my muscular thighs and buttocks and was now vulgarly tight in the groin: it felt as though the bucks would have to be peeled away. As I turned right in the hallway, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Mstr. Douglas must have observed my walk from the room, his gaze steadfastly fixed in my direction.

...smile though your hard is aching, smile even though it's throbing...

...bet if you led this horse to water that you could make him drink.

...sink those claws into my butt, baby!

...want to be the filling for this sandwich? These, of course, are the Carlson twins and who wouldn't want to be smeared between them?

...please tell me this is the new pool boy!

...why is delivery usually just pizza and Chinese? This would be #1 on the speed dial.

...if I were wearing a black and white stripped shirt, my head would be buried somewhere else entirely.

...great presentation - or is that his get-over-here-and-lick-'em postion?

...niiiiiice droopy ones.

...this guy's got a 12-pack and quite the rotund blue bulge. The perfect coxswain.

...thought I'd introduce my new boyfriend. Now, if I only knew his name and how to get in touch with him.

...vastly different sized balls and a well-schroomed log give you any ideas for Hump Day?

...rub him out, baby, rub him out.

...how many reasons could you concoct in a day to drop by his office?

...bring 'em out, boy! NOW!

...great package covered or uncovered.

...this compares remarkably to my breakfast: chicken sausage, fresh extra-large huevos. I put Tapatio on my eggs - his are undoubtedly hot enough!

...at first I thought this was of me, I'll come across that eventually - but wouldn't you like to come across this?

...if his shirt says what I think it says, he's about to reap a "harvest!" Keep working it.

...pretty evenly matched, wouldn't you say?

...ginger! The spice of life.

...perfect curve for 69ing.

...it may be warm enough to go to the beach this weekend - wouldn't we love to see this there. I'll be sure to let him know it's a nude beach.

...going back to work today? How do you feel about that?

...can see where I'd like to be seated while finishing that ink job.

...sorry, the artist is unknown to me - please email me if you know.

...8 rings here - wonder how many rings he's wearing now?

...need help getting those jeans off, son, so we can get to getting something else off?

...showing his attitude.

...it's my birthday. I've taken the liberty of registering a few - desired - gifts at BULL HUING. If you're so inclined, I'd appreciate your thoughtful gift. ---- Bithday card by Ulf Raynor.

...gift #1: I'd do it with my eyes closed if I had to.

...gift #2: who doesn't like it hard?

...gift #3: this Latin hunk has had my heart for some time.

...gift #4: like 'em young and smooth, too! OK - I'm insatiable - is that so bad?

...gift #5: what can I say - especially love 'em beefy, furry, chisseled and hung.

...gift #6: Muhktar Safarov - I'd love to unwarp that one.

...gift #7: of course le Pamplemousse.

...gift #8: every once in a while I just want to be crushed.

...gift #9: my lust for this Colt model has simmered for ages.

...gift #10: where's the beef?

...gift #11: would love to ball this lad with his ball cap on.

...thanks Nickie for a great new piece. When Mama gets tired, I'll bathe her "little boy." Happy Saturday all you big boy admirers!