You just got to love a man that can wear pink and not feel "girly"!!!! These pics are :drool2:
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Leatherbear can admire beauty when he sees it w/o wanting to :fufu: them !!! These men are sooooo not my type ~ But I realize they are hotties none the less 
Now if one of them wants come over the DARK SIDE I am a willing tutor indeed!!! The next pics will them in Leather bitch shorts and Harness!!!!
Simple question really. Tell us about the type of man or fetish that makes you all :hot2: and ready to :bj2: or :fufu: !!!
An elderly gentleman went to the local drug store and asked the pharmacist for Viagra.
The pharmacist said "That`s no problem. How many do you want?"
The man replied, "Just a few, maybe a half dozen, but can you cut each one into four pieces."
The pharmacist said, "Thats too small a dose. That wont get you through sex."
The gentleman said, "Oh, thats all right. Im past eighty years old, and I dont even think about sex anymore. I just want it to stick out far enough so I dont pee on my shoes.
Two elderly gay gentlemen, who had been without sex for several years, decided they needed to visit a gay cat-house for some tail….. When they arrived, the proprietor took one look at them and decided he wasn't going to waste any of his boys on these two old men.
So he used "blow-up" dolls instead. He put the dolls in each man's room and left them to their business.
After the two men were finished, they started for home and got to talking.
The first man said, "I think the boy I had was dead. He never moved, talked or even groaned... how was it for you?"
The second man replied, "I think mine was a witch."
The first man asked, "How's that?" "Well," said the second man, "when I nibbled on his nipple.....He farted and flew out the window!"
A huge muscular man walks into a bar and orders a beer.
The bartender can't help but stare at the guy because in contrast to his large muscles, the man has a head that is the size of an orange.
The bartender hands the guy his beer and says, "You know, I'm not gay but I want to compliment you on your physique, it really is phenomenal! But I have a question, why is your head so small?"
The big guy nods slowly. He's obviously fielded this question many times. "One day," he begins, "I was hunting and got lost in the woods. I heard someone crying for help. I followed the cries and they led me to a frog that was sitting next to a stream."
"No shit?" says the bartender, thoroughly intrigued.
"Yeah, so I picked up the frog and it said, Kiss me. Kiss me and I will turn into a genie and grant you three wishes."
"Keep going!"
I looked around to make sure I was alone and gave the frog a kiss. POOF! The frog turned into a beautiful, voluptuous, naked woman.
She said, "You now have three wishes."
I looked down at my scrawny 115 pound body and said, "I want a body like Arnold Schwarzenneger."
She nodded, snapped her fingers, and POOF there I was, so huge that I ripped out of my clothes and was standing there naked!
She then asked, "What will be your second wish?"
"What next?" begged the bartender.
I looked hungrily at her beautiful body and replied, "I want to make sensuous love with you here by this stream." She nodded, laid down, and beckoned to me. We made love right there by that stream for hours!
Afterwards, as we lay there next to each other, sweating from our glorious lovemaking, she whispered into my ear, "You know, you do have one more wish. What will it be?"
I looked at her and replied, "How 'bout a little head?"
A gay fellow was walking down the street, when he came across a huge guy with a hairy chest.
He went up to the guy and said, "Excuse me sir, uh, do you mind if I ask how you got such a lovely chest?"
"It's easy," the bloke replied, "You just rub vasoline on it every night before you go to bed."
So the gay fellow ran home to his boyfriend and told him all about it, and the boyfriend replied, "That can't be right, or you would have a pony tail growing out of your ass by now."
:drool2: # 8 looks like a bear shredded his jean shorts :whistle:
An Irishman, a Mexican and a blonde guy were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building.
They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, "Corned beef and cabbage. If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch I'm going to jump off this building."
The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, "Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time I'm going to jump off, too."
The blond opened his lunch and said, "Bologna again. If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I'm jumping too."
The next day the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage and jumped to his death.
The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito and jumped, too.
The blonde guy opened his lunch, saw the bologna and jumped to his death as well.
At the funeral the Irishman's wife was weeping. She said, "If I'd known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!"
The Mexican's wife also wept and said,"I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn't realize he hated burritos so much."
Everyone turned and stared at the blonde's wife.
"Hey, don't look at me," she said. "He makes his own lunch."
They had been having a few beers at the bar together recounting old times when the call of nature caused them to line up at the same time, still deep in conversation.
But Fred could hardly ignore the fact that Chas was very well endowed.
"I say, that's a remarkable donger you have there old boy," Fred was prompted to remark.
"Wasn't always that way," replied Chas, "Medical science can do wonders with transplants these days," he said. "I got this done over in Harley Street, England, cost a thousand bucks, but as you can see, well worth every cent."
Fred was very envious. In fact, he packed his bag that night and flew off to the Old Dart first thing.
It was a good six months later before he ran into his old cobber once again and Fred could hardly wait to tell him that he had taken his advice and was well pleased with the result.
"But Chas, I will tell you something else," said Fred. "You were diddled, I got mine for $500, not a thousand."
Chas could hardly believe it. Same address on Harley Street, same doctor. Complaining that he had been ripped off, he asked Fred if he could take a look.
Once more they lined up at the porcelain, when Chas took a peek over the partition, the worried frown which had creased his face disappeared. "No wonder," he laughed. "That's my old one!"
