Winter is my least favorite season. I am a fragile flower with very little meat on my bones, so the cold air just seeps through all my layers and brings out this insane anger within me. Of course, this isn’t always a bad thing. It brings out my creative side! Also, I turn into a beast in bed. Let it be known, whether on top or bottom, I am very good at filtering my frustrations into a rough fuck. Wintry frustrations are the best kind of sex frustrations!
On top of that, I sort of have a thing for bundling up and stripping down. When I get home from a long day at work, I just want to kick back with a mug of (spiked) hot cocoa, get down to nothing but my long johns and… Oh, right, have copious amounts of sweaty butt sex.
Sorry! I’m talking about myself too damn much. Instead, let’s talk about Bo Richards and the way he’s working those snow pants. Is it a thing to go commando in snow pants? If so, I want to know what ski lodge that happens at. I’m going to ignore the prospect of shrinkage or freezing your balls off, for the sake of my winter-boner.
– Dewitt
Photo credit: Nova
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“Winter weekend in the montains. It’s time to pull out the old skis and drag out the heavy boots. Cold weather demands bundling up. When you finally get back inside, you peel away all those layers of clothes. You can’t wait. Who can blame you? With a man like this Nova original by your side, once you’ve settled in, let it snow.”
“The fireplace is all aglow. The more he undresses, the more that fabulous body comes into view. His heavy pecs and massive meat make him ready for all comers. Nobody’s too hot for his sextool. He can feel a hot flame breathing down his back. Sweat beads under his armpit and trickles down his torso. With a face like his, it could snow forever. It just doesn’t matter.”
“Now, you’re talking English. The big, fleshy piece of manmeat is just dying for sloppy attention. Nice and cozy. He’s just about ready to stroke it long and hard. What’s stopping you? You’ve got a couple of ideas that he’s never tried before. His legs are up, his thighs are invitingly outspread and he’s just waiting for you to make the first move. So, what are you waiting for? Dig in.”
“Come on now. He hasn’t come all this way form the big city just to see your new cabin hideaway. There’s nothing like the taste of juicy, mouth-watering manflesh to keep you—and him—satisfied. Move it out. Show it hard. This man’s sassy grin invites you to sniff and snort his greased-up poker. Up in the mountains like this, tonguing this raunchy honcho is like finding Shangri La all over again. Who cares what it’s like outside when you’ve got this magnificent specimen of macho masculinity all to yourself?”
Original images and text from a 1982 issue of Honcho magazine, via Retro Men Plus.
they dont make em like they use to.
love those chunky arms and legs. yum!
danm, he is a cutie!
Ah, for the days when men were men–bush and all, little to no body art–just beefy men.
Love a hot guy who’s not embarrassed to spread open his legs and show you what he’s got. NICE!
You know, you should try to do a “where are they now.” Might be interesting to see what you can find!
love his balls… and his eyes… the way he look at me… lol… make me more horny
that’s..
..a pretty “unique” narrative which is associated with mr. richards, up there.
L.o.L.
(the 198os…)