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Animation Ass

Mon, 9 Aug 2010 20:47:00 -0700

I've made a stop-gap animation of brand new photos just taken.

Enjoy!

Animation of my ass.

XXX - jerking off today

Wed, 4 Aug 2010 19:09:51 -0700

I flipped on my webcam and caught a snip of me jerking off today.

Enjoy!

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Vancouver Pride Sunday - on Davie Street

Wed, 4 Aug 2010 14:35:42 -0700

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:Naked on Davie Street in front of Pumpjack Pub

The little circles you see on either side of my crotch are the Velcro disks stitched to my skin to hold my costume.

The jewelry is a frenum, not a prince albert. For those not familiar, a PA goes right through the head so one end of the jewelry is coming out the pee-hole. A frenum is strictly through skin. Mine happen to have been there all my life. I've got three frenum and I assume they were made by the doctor who circumcised me.

Vancouver Pride Sunday - after the Fair

Sun, 1 Aug 2010 22:15:00 -0700

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:
MarcOuest.com photo of backless singlet
From MarcOuest.com, this is the item I wore to Pumpjack.

The only problem with this item is that unless you're standing totally upright the fabric bags forward and it becomes as if you're wearing nothing. I've got no problem with that, but I don't want to get kicked out of the bar by owners concerned about their licensing. My solution was to sew small Velcro discs into the corners that lined up with the Velcro taps that I'd stitched to my skin for the daytime outfit. And that took care of it.

I was sitting at the bar, my back to the bar, quite near the main service point when one of the bartenders knocked over a beer and it spilled all over me. Cold bear running down my back and ass made me yelp and jump off my stool quickly.

Me in the backless singlet, with beer running down my back and dripping off my left ass cheek.
With beer all over my rear side, particularly down my left ass cheek where it's still dripping!

I had an absolute blast in there that evening and of course it goes without saying that in that outfit I got groped a LOT. What truly amazed me though is that I used only ONE stitch through my skin for each Velcro disk, and with everything I was up to in that outfit plus all the tugging at the fabric--some of it pretty rough--by the guys groping, the stitches held just fine.

When I came home totally exhausted at around 10:00 pm (hey, I didn't get much sleep the night before) I carefully cut the thread with a razor blade and the stitch on each side slid out from the skin. Now I've got a red mark on either side of my crotch that look like tiny snake bites from where those stitches were!

Vancouver Pride Sunday

Sun, 1 Aug 2010 19:46:00 -0700

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.
The first discovery was that sewing into the top layers of skin doesn't hurt--not in the least! It looks creepy so I had to try and forget that it was skin I was sewing into, but it doesn't hurt at all. The second discovery was that skin is damn difficult to sew. Even though it was a rather thin bit of skin I was trying to push the needle through it felt more like pushing a needle through heavy leather. It's incredibly tough.

So Sunday morning, there I sat fighting to get a needle and threat through a tiny fold of my skin. One stitch for the disk attached to each side. And all that was left then was to grab the tiny bit of flimsy semi-translucent fabric and stick it to those disks. And I was done!

Of course then there were the other things, like covering myself in sunscreen. Even though it was totally overcast the weatherman was predicting sun for the afternoon and I wasn't taking any chances. Then I had to get together my stuff: camera, sheet of cardboard for a "seat" on the curb, flip-flops, baseball cap, etc. Finally I pulled on a tiny tank top and wrapped a bit of fabric around my waist cinching it shut with a safety pin. I'd bought that bit of fabric expressly for the situation: didn't plan to unveil my costume until closer to parade time.

I headed for the same spot I've left my bicycle the past two years but there was a police car parked directly beside the sign post I usually lock it to, so I asked the (VERY cute) officer if my bike would be in the way there. He said it would be just fine so I went about locking my helmet and flip-flops looped into my lock with my bicycle, then headed off down the street wearing my baseball cap tiny tank top, and what was sort of a mini-skirt that didn't close all the way down the side. Carrying a 6" tall 'gift bag' shopping bag from The Bay with my camera, etc. inside. I chuckled to myself as I walked along: I hadn't even started to undress yet and my attire was already attracting attention. About five or six people recognized me from previous years and asked, "Where's your costume?"

The parade starts at noon but I was settling into my chosen spot by 10:45. The route fills up quickly and I wanted to make sure I had a good spot right on the curb. Started chatting with two ladies sitting a couple paces down from me and time passed quickly. Shortly after 11:00 I asked them to watch my stuff while I headed two blocks away to the portable toilets. As I came out of them I decided it was time so slipped off my tank top and unfastened the safety pin. I really did feel like I was naked because my costume was so tiny and so light that it was like it wasn't even there.

Vancouver Pride Sunday costume
My attire for Vancouver Pride Sunday at the parade and the fare afterwards. This snapshot was late in the afternoon.

It really was like I wasn't wearing anything at all and I actually checked a couple of times to verify it was there because I couldn't feel anything. The comments started coming immediately, of course. A lot of the questions repeat themselves so I'm often ready with answers:

"What's holding that on?"
"Willpower!"

"Do you have anything under that?"
"Yes. A LOT!"
The second question was more rhetorical because with the fabric being semi-transparent it just took a good look to know that I wasn't wearing any kind of underwear or anything.

Time flew quickly and the parade soon started. Keep an eye on VancouverPrideFun.com for me getting my photos and comments added there, though it'll no doubt take me several weeks to get it done.

Saturday at Wreck Beach

Sat, 24 Jul 2010 20:02:00 -0700

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.
Ultra low-rise spandex biking shorts

My half-hard dick bobbed as I trotted down the combination of stairs and hillside pathway taking me down about 90 m (100 yd) to the waters edge. It took a few more minutes to reach my regular area and I was spreading out my blanket before the clock hit 10. I left my 2 L water bottle, apple, and sub sandwich in my bag to be placed in a shady spot. But along with my blanket I removed from my bag a bottle of sunscreen, a bottle of lotion, my second water bottle, a book I was in the middle of, and a plastic bag.

I thoroughly sprayed myself with the sunscreen and rubbed it in, paying special attention to areas that don't get as much sun such as my ass and my dick. It hadn't already been partially erect but with the application of the sunscreen it was now totally rigid. I put the sunscreen away--I was finished with it anyhow.

Picking up the plastic bag I opened it and removed a large dildo, then spread the plastic bag on the center of my blanket and knelt directly over it. A generous application of lotion into my hand which I then divided between both hands. My left hand grasped my dick and began slowly massaging to it's urge. The fingers of my right hand began exploring my asshole. First one finger, then two, and finally a third squeezed in. After a few minutes I was ready to introduce the dildo. I briefly left my dick alone and with one hand I grabbed the lower part of the dildos shaft while the other hand guided the head of it between my legs directly to my awaiting pucker. Placing the head of it against the entry point I set the base down in the center of the plastic below then as my right hand held the dildo steady my left hand returned to tease my dick as I slowly lowered from the upright kneel down.

My ass resisted gently at first but having been loosened by my fingers it was only a brief pause before it slowly opened and allowed the thick solid latex to enter. I paused briefly to let my ass adjust then slid a bit further down onto the shaft, pausing once again. After about 8 cm (3") I was ready to pull out but immediately reentered smoothly sliding down a bit further than I had been before. All the while my left hand was stroking and caressing my stiff erection.

I lazily took four or five cycles of the entry and removal before I had the entire shaft buried deep inside my butt and once there I enjoyed the erotic sensation for a time. My body weight fully resting down on the dildo with my bent legs on either side of me. I wiggled around a bit to feel the sensations of it touching my insides in different ways. I slowly lifted up just a little, then let my body drop fully down onto it again, ramming the full length into my ass as far as it could go. That was all it took and my body begged for the full treatment. I unbent my knees to lift myself up until only the very top portion of the dildo was still inside my ass, then quickly lowered again. Up and down I rapidly moved, spearing my ass with the dildo again and again. My left hand now intensely stroked at my penis in double time to the penetrations in my ass.

I wanted to enjoy the sensations as long as possible, but I could only hold out for a few minutes of this action until I felt the spray forming from deep inside me. Quickly I lifted completely off the dildo and held my right hand cupped in front of my shafts head as my left hand continued the last seconds of frenzied rubbing. Suddenly jets of white goo came shooting into my right palm and the stroking slowly subsided as the liquid flow slowed. Carefully squeezing all the fluid from the already deflating shaft, I lifted my hand and eagerly drank the thick white cream. Delicious!

Reaching in my pack I pulled out a second plastic bag and a few paper towels. Quickly I wiped the excess lotion mixed with natural ass slime from the dildo and my butt, then wiped my hands as well. The dildo was neatly tucked into the new plastic bag while the one beneath me was now turned inside out to become a trash receptacle. Finally, a quick application of water on another paper towel was used to wash the hands clean and I was more then ready to settle down and zone out with my book.

I glanced at my watch lying on the corner of the blanket.

11:15.

I'd started my day at Wreck Beach with a bang and the morning wasn't even over yet.

Very Tiny Tie-side Thong

Wed, 20 Jan 2010 12:21:01 -0800

It's a bit chilly this time of year to be running around outside in a thong, but I've got photos of me taken indoors in an extremely obscene thong I own. Unfortunately they are slightly out of focus. Sorry about that!

Hope you enjoy them anyhow.
The first photo shows how little it covers--right down to the base of the shaft. And because it's such a tight-fitted pouch there's only one way for everything to go--sticking out. So it has a hefty bulge sticking outwards.
Standing in tiny side-tie thong

In the second photo you can see that it also covers as little as possible at the bottom end--immediately behind the balls. Leaves the area between the legs totally uncovered.
Seated in tiny side-tie thong

Finally from the rear, it's nothing but two strings coming down the crack. You can adjust somewhat how high or low on the ass the strings come together as the slope across the butt. The red mark across my back is simply from leaning back on the chair.
Rear view of tiny side-tie thong

I don't think I'd ever wear this one at a public beach--it's just a bit too extreme for that. But I could see myself wearing it at a bar or something. So far it hasn't had a public debut.

Naked News - Naked Jogger in DC

Thu, 7 Jan 2010 13:50:39 -0800

Yesterday at around 5:00 pm a man shed his clothing and left them in a bag near 15th and E Streets, just a few blocks from the White House.

Despite the near-freezing temperature he then went jogging down the street and was chased down by the Secret Service. His jaunt lasted for roughly a minute.- - - - - - - - -

Okay, if you want to go jogging naked that's cool. But this guy went about it in a really dumb way. First, he chose a location that was bound to cause immediate reaction to stop him and get a ton of negative publicity. Second, why are you going to be running around naked in near-freezing weather with obviously no plans of retrieving some protection to keep you from freezing?

Naked 2010

Thu, 7 Jan 2010 13:36:45 -0800

It's a week into the new year and here's the first naked photo of me since Christmas. I'm finally feeling like I've got rid of enough Christmas chocolate to pose for the camera. :)

Hope 2010 is treating all of you well.

at my desk - January 7, 2010

A Fat Happy New Year

Sat, 2 Jan 2010 10:37:53 -0800

Okay, I'm not really 'fat'. But definitely put on extra unwanted pounds of blubber over he holidays. Too much enjoying of all the good stuff. Chocolate is the key problem with mashed potatoes and gravy coming in a close second.

Which explains why there have been no pics of me recently. Nothing wrong with a few extra pounds. As a certified fitness nutritionalist I understand that as long as it's within healthy guidelines (which is in general laymans terms up to 24% for men), there's nothing wrong with a bit of fat. But I know all of you are used to seeing a low-fat very fit Evan and aren't gonna be so thrilled at pics of one with a slightly mushy middle. :)

But now that the holidays are over I've already hit in on working towards getting rid of the excess. In the meantime I'm going to comb through my old files and see if I can find a good video clip to add to my blog later today.