Bored, playing with the 10-18mm Wide-Angle Zoom Lens. Therefore, butt pics.
Shortly after driving Magnus home we took sexy photos together.
And the Priape Construction gear fits perfectly…phew!
The jock is highly adjustable and plenty of package space.
You kind of need a comparison shot to see what I’m talking about with the Rufskin Raven Jock (pictured left).
My benchmark for perfect jockstraps is the Aussiebum Wonderjock (pictured right). Its more than flattering, the thing enhances your ass and enlarges your package. Its magic.
I just wish the Ruffskin jock were ass flattering. But darn if it doesn’t look sexy and unique.
I ended up getting the Rufskin Raven Jock thinking it would be a bit nicer than that plain white jock I normally wear to Folsom parties.
Super package friendly and I love the leather-look spandex…but I don’t know if I like how the rump looks.
Yay or Nay?
I underestimated my jet lag. Caught myself nodding off while trying to write an email at work. Ugh. I am so tired I could cry.
More photos from the official photographer at TIGER Festival 2 Pool Party.
We did that pool/bear/centipede for most of the party.
A couple shots of the yukata I wore at the onsen in Japan. It was very comfortable, but I wish it were mid-thigh length instead of floor length.
Supposedly, bears of the region come bathe in the hot springs… nope, just me.
Had to wake up at 4am to get photos before the onsen started filling up with people. Worth it.
A couple shots of the larger onsen.
Its amazing. So lush, there are flowers all along the trail leading to the onsen…lilacs, honey suckle…the air is sweet smelling. Then, as you get closer, you smell a faint sulfur smell. Not a negative scent…almost welcoming.
Quick tour of my room!
Three parts, sleeping, sitting, and viewing area, attached bath, and plummeting view of the river.
ALSO! Push pups in the mini fridge!
#hotelbutts, ryokan edition.
Finally got to Takaragawa Onsen, the grand finale to my trip.
Its a historic ryokan located high in the Japanese mountains. It took nearly four hours to get there: 1 hour on bullet train, 1.5 hours local train, 45 minutes on a bus, then a car picked me up from the ryokan. Phew.
But I’m here now.
What’s a ryokan? Its a type of full-service Japanese inn that originated in the edo period and defined Japanese hospitality. Meals are served via geisha, doors are opened for you on their knees, eye contact is a privilege, your drink is always full, and they’re addressing me as ディラン-どの (Master Dylan).
The ryokan is surrounded by natural thermal hotsprings that smell of light sulfur…there are four developed springs with 8 different temperatures, and a river of frigid mountain water cutting through everything.
The only way this could get better is if I were in a bara manga and everyone who worked here were beefy submissive redheaded pups.
So, I was window shopping, and then I found these Jeremy Scott basketball shorts in a haute fashion consignment store…seemingly brand new with original tags, priced at 60% off.
They’re kinda sexy. I got them. Ahhhh…I bought something “cool” in Harajuku.