Animation Ass
August092010
I've made a stop-gap animation of brand new photos just taken.
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
XXX - jerking off today
August042010
I flipped on my webcam and caught a snip of me jerking off today.
Enjoy!
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Enjoy!
This has been tested in:
~ Internet Explorer - functional.
~ Google Chrome - sorry, doesn't work.
Windows Media Player is required to see the video. Click the logo to get it FREE.
Vancouver Pride Sunday - on Davie Street
August042010
After I had been in Pumpjack for a while I took a brief break to pop outside for a quick snapshot. I just asked one of the guys in the line-up if he'd step out to the curb with my camera and take my photo, while I took his spot in the line.
He graciously obliged me, though we had to wait about a minute as for a time there was a non-stop stream of people passing.
Then as he was getting ready to snap the pic I surprised him--and everyone else--by taking off my outfit and standing there naked. Here's the result:
He graciously obliged me, though we had to wait about a minute as for a time there was a non-stop stream of people passing.
Then as he was getting ready to snap the pic I surprised him--and everyone else--by taking off my outfit and standing there naked. Here's the result:
Vancouver Pride Sunday - after the Fair
August012010
Around 6:00 pm I left the fair grounds and rode my bicycle home. Unless one looked close I appeared to be wearing only flip-flops and my helmet.
A quick shower, then changed into my evening outfit and headed back to Davie Street. There I lined up to enter the Pumpjack Pub. Fortunately the line was short and moved quickly so I didn't have to wait more than 15 minutes before getting inside.
Unfortunately the only photos I have are from behind, so I'm including a web pic of my outfit here:
A quick shower, then changed into my evening outfit and headed back to Davie Street. There I lined up to enter the Pumpjack Pub. Fortunately the line was short and moved quickly so I didn't have to wait more than 15 minutes before getting inside.
Unfortunately the only photos I have are from behind, so I'm including a web pic of my outfit here:
Vancouver Pride Sunday
August012010
For some reason I was wide awake by 7:30 despite not having got to bed until after 2:00 am. But that was a good thing because I kept quite busy until it was time to head to head out for the parade. Shower and breakfast were a must, of course. Then I checked my email. It's amazing how time flies just with those events.
Then I started getting ready for the parade. First I took two 3/4" Velcro disks (the 'hook' side) and sewed them to the corners of my crotch basically right above the central point where my leg starts. Yes, you read correctly--sewed to my skin! I had pondered various ideas for how to make this costume work for me and then I remembered reading a history book about a year ago which talked about how a few hundred years ago it was common for people to sew themselves into their underwear in the autumn and not remove it again until spring. The book made a point that it was not always just sewing the garments on by stitching the fabric together, but often they would sew directly into the skin. So on Thursday I gave it a try with just a needle by itself. And I discovered two amazing things.
Then I started getting ready for the parade. First I took two 3/4" Velcro disks (the 'hook' side) and sewed them to the corners of my crotch basically right above the central point where my leg starts. Yes, you read correctly--sewed to my skin! I had pondered various ideas for how to make this costume work for me and then I remembered reading a history book about a year ago which talked about how a few hundred years ago it was common for people to sew themselves into their underwear in the autumn and not remove it again until spring. The book made a point that it was not always just sewing the garments on by stitching the fabric together, but often they would sew directly into the skin. So on Thursday I gave it a try with just a needle by itself. And I discovered two amazing things.
Saturday at Wreck Beach
July242010
The weather was forecast to be hot and sunny so I made plans to spend the day at Wreck Beach.
After a long lazy shower and breakfast I pulled on a pair of ultra low-rise spandex shorts with a pouch in the front and a string tank top along with flip flops then headed out the door to grab my bike from inside the parkade.
It's only a block away to pick up a sub sandwich to add to the day-pack on my back and stuff the tank top in there too, then I was off for the 13 km (8 mile) ride out to Wreck Beach.
Reaching SW Marine Drive I pedaled along going right past trail 6--the primary entry point used to reach the beach and kept going another kilometer until I suddenly swerve and brake to squeeze between the barricades that block autos from the north end of Old Marine Drive. Now on the quiet road for the last near-kilometer stretch I first hooked my left thumb in the waistband of my already-very-low shorts and running around from front-to-back dropped them even lower. I then followed up with my right thumb on the other side.
Reaching the bike rack at the top of the trail my dick was now semi-hard in the shorts that ended just slightly above its root. I was covered in sweat from the exertion of the fast ride and the back of my day-pack was soaked with my sweat too. I dug into it for my keys then carefully set it down on a concrete barricade not wanting the wet fabric to touch the ground, then slipped out of my flip-flops and scooped them up to lock them along with my helmet into my bike lock.
Grabbing my day-pack with one hand, I yanked down on my shorts with the other hand, stepping out of them as I strode the 20 paces to the trail. By the time I hit the top of the trail I was already naked and my shorts were securely zipped inside my pack which had returned to my back.
After a long lazy shower and breakfast I pulled on a pair of ultra low-rise spandex shorts with a pouch in the front and a string tank top along with flip flops then headed out the door to grab my bike from inside the parkade.
It's only a block away to pick up a sub sandwich to add to the day-pack on my back and stuff the tank top in there too, then I was off for the 13 km (8 mile) ride out to Wreck Beach.
Reaching SW Marine Drive I pedaled along going right past trail 6--the primary entry point used to reach the beach and kept going another kilometer until I suddenly swerve and brake to squeeze between the barricades that block autos from the north end of Old Marine Drive. Now on the quiet road for the last near-kilometer stretch I first hooked my left thumb in the waistband of my already-very-low shorts and running around from front-to-back dropped them even lower. I then followed up with my right thumb on the other side.
Reaching the bike rack at the top of the trail my dick was now semi-hard in the shorts that ended just slightly above its root. I was covered in sweat from the exertion of the fast ride and the back of my day-pack was soaked with my sweat too. I dug into it for my keys then carefully set it down on a concrete barricade not wanting the wet fabric to touch the ground, then slipped out of my flip-flops and scooped them up to lock them along with my helmet into my bike lock.
Grabbing my day-pack with one hand, I yanked down on my shorts with the other hand, stepping out of them as I strode the 20 paces to the trail. By the time I hit the top of the trail I was already naked and my shorts were securely zipped inside my pack which had returned to my back.