Here’s one of my favourites from this year’s 2009 Dieux Du Stade DVD. Loic Mazieres. He’s young, and VERY cute with such a perky little butt. Enjoy.
Monthly Archive for December, 2008
Well it’s that time of the year, the end. Tonight I’m spending the evening with a bunch of good friends which will be lovely. It’s a very low key affair hopefully with glimpses of fireworks. There will be vodka aplenty, laughs galore hopefully some good hugs and just maybe a kiss at midnight.
A friend, who sadly won’t be with me tonight, has made me promise not to cry. I can’t guarantee that I’ll keep that promise. It’s become a little tradition to sneak off to a quiet corner somewhere and just have a quiet little cry to myself. Maybe this year it will be a bit different now that I’m feeling a bit better about where I am in life, although once again I’m spending New Year’s Eve without someone special which would be really nice. One day…
New Year’s Eve is the time to reflect on the successes and the good bits of the year and look forward to the year ahead, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing to reflect and possibly grieve a tiny bit for the mistakes and bad bits, just so you remember them and know what to do not to repeat them, not to dwell on them.
Thanks to everyone who has followed Aussielicious this year since the move to .com.au territory. I’ve got a few ideas about things I’d like to do with the blog in 2009 and I’m looking forward to sharing them with you, along with my meanderings through the next twelve months and where that might take me.
All the very best for the year ahead. Happy Nude New Year!
I haven’t done much today which I feel a tiny bit guilty about, but just a tiny bit. I did achieve a couple of things like swapping a shirt that my mother gave me for one that fits, getting the road worthy check on my car and all the registration done and buying some new porn. Aside from that I’ve done bugger all today. I did just get back from redleaf pool with a mate which was nice.
It would have been a beautiful day to spend the day lounging around like the boys above but there wasn’t anyone to lounge around with, nor to clean my room and light the room beautifully so I look like these boys. Oh well.
Tomorrow is the last day of 2008. I’m spending it naked in the sun with friends, perfect end to a good year.
The simple ideas are usually the best and this is a great example. When you see photos from burning man you often see people that have built up huge contraptions to get about in but apart from a bit of silver paint and a small motor, there isn’t much to this creation.
I’m still a bit disappointed that I won’t be going to Burning Man 09 but I’ll get there one day and I’ll be nude or not wearing much for most of the time I’m there!
Make the pool an outdoor one in the sunshine and it would be even better.
I spent a good few hours yesterday naked on the beach with some friends and it was the perfect antidote to the lovely but not relaxed time with my family over Christmas. Some other friends are down there today but I got enough sun yesterday that if I spent another day in the sun, I’d end up fried and very red.
Today I’m off to a bbq at some friend’s place and I’m a bit nervous. I’m sure I’ll be fine but I only know the hosts and possibly one or two others and all a bit vaguely. But I figure I’m going and widening my circle of friends is never a bad thing.
Dusty and Garet, who collectively make up the Scenic Boys, sometimes with others, have just posted this video of them enjoying a white christmas and Snowpocalypse as they’ve named it with friends. If I was going to have a white Christmas, I’d have to travel a long way but hanging out with friends enjoying taboganning and a hot tub and nude snow angels and all sorts of other merriment, I would love to have a Christmas like this.
ScenicBoys: Snowpocolypse 2008 from scenicboys on Vimeo.
I love my family and Christmas is a great couple of days catching up, relaxing and laughing but I’m so glad to be out of there. Between my niece and nephew who refuse to hear anything they are told at the moment and my grandfather and great-aunt who CAN’T hear anything they are told and all four of them just talking at people assuming they are being listened to, I’m exhausted.
Santa was kind to me and got me some pretty good stuff. I hope everyone has had a great Xmas!
I’m about to jump in the car and head to my parents place for a couple of days. I won’t be blogging until I get back on Boxing Day.
I hope Santa brings you all lots of love and happiness and great toys and trinkets. I can’t wait to see the smiles on my niece and nephew’s faces tomorrow morning when they open all their presents.
Until I’m back, enjoy the photo above of Anton Antipov who, while he was always ripped, seems to have added some serious muscle to his gorgeous frame. I’d use that butt as a pillow for days.
A few years ago I met someone online after I saw one of his photos and it really appealed to me. It was a photo of him sitting on the rocks at one of Sydney’s harbour nude beaches, wearing nothing but a big smile and a santa hat.
It got me thinking, does anyone get to spend their Christmas nude? I know, as I spend Christmas with my family, that I won’t be nude, we aren’t a nude friendly family. Those readers in the northern hemisphere would have to have good heating to be nude, but here in Australia it’s usually pretty warm at Christmas time.
Oh to wake up and find Andreas under my tree, life would be good. Here is a video from aussieBum with one of the cutest and sexiest interpretations on Santa I’ve seen in a long time.
I was having a discussion with someone yesterday about cock size. He was telling me a story about someone who was under the impression that 8 inches was normal, which is very different to the 5.5 inches recently revealed in an international study.
It turns out that this guy had a warped impression of what 8 inches looked like. Which brings me to my next point, with all these guys online claiming to be large, or saying figures like 8 inches when they are clearly not, is it any wonder that people are misguided. I personally can’t see the point in saying it’s bigger than it really is, because you are going to leave a trail of disappointed guys feeling hard done by, and not in the good way.
So, in the interests of scientific reasearch, I’m asking you all to tell me anonymously and HONESTLY how big your cock is.
How big is your cock... REALLY?
- 6-7 inches (36%, 844 Votes)
- 5-6 inches (32%, 749 Votes)
- 7-8 inches (16%, 370 Votes)
- 4-5 inches (7%, 170 Votes)
- 8-9 inches (3%, 80 Votes)
- 3-4 inches (2%, 54 Votes)
- 10 inches plus (1%, 32 Votes)
- 9-10 inches (1%, 19 Votes)
Total Voters: 2,317
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Today I had a couple of things to do in the city which is not a great thing two days before Christmas. Hoards of people doing last minute shopping but there are perks. While it’s the same stressed vibe of people panicking about what to get their loved ones, not having worked in the CBD for some time now I got to refresh my memory of what it’s like to have hot guys in suits walking around and unlike a Northern Hemisphere Christmas, it’s hot and sunny here and there are hot tourists and shoppers walking around in tank tops and shorts.
I saw a really sweet sight while waiting to meet up with a friend for lunch. The CBD of Sydney isn’t known to be somewhere you’ll see a lot of gay couples holding hands, but I saw two guys walking up the street, hand in hand before one of them stood for a photo outside Tiffany’s before they went in and had a look around.
Speaking of Tiffany’s, girls I think it’s a good thing to delay your partner buying you anything too early for Christmas. I watched DOZENS of guys walking in and coming out with presents in the signature turquoise bag. I figured when men don’t know what to get and are running out of time, it’s panic that sends them out for the expensive guaranteed winner, Tiffany jewellery.
If you head on over to Samesame it’s time to vote for your favourite gayboy learning to surf in episode 2 of Surf Camp. If you watch the video below you’ll also find out who got eliminated with the least votes after episode 1.
After watching too many episodes of Sex and the City yesterday in my lethargic state a thought occurred to me. People always play that game, which one of the four characters are you? Friends have said I’m like Carrie because of this blog and the fun stuff it’s given me the chance to do, but I’m also as cynical as all hell which is a much more Miranda trait. I don’t get enough sex to be Sam but I’m not as uptight as Charlotte.
I sit and watch the show and at least every second episode there is something that gets me crying and I’ve always been a total romantic sap but throw in my cynicism and you have a strange contrast. Give me an example I hear you say. Here you go.
Take sleeping beauty for instance. If I stumbled across a beautiful princess asleep in the forest in a glass box, I’d be one of two things, one, looking around for the psycho nutbag that slipped her the rohypnol and put her in a box to asphyxiate or, two, the dickhead that slipped her the rohypnol in the first place so that I could tick her into thinking I saved her.
Rumplestilskin? Short man with power issues stealing a child equals pedophile.
Cinderella and her Prince Charming? They meet at a party wearing masks pretending to be someone else, they dance once and he stalks the entire city with her shoe. Codependent game players with a foot fetish anyone? Their son will end up a drag queen.
As cynical as I am, I’m still keeping an eye out on the off chance a gorgeous prince on a white horse rides up to my door.
