Showing posts with label Speedo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Speedo. Show all posts

Sunday, April 29, 2007

SPEEDO

SPEEDO SUNDAY




Two-week vacation Costa Rica see america
Young ladies oh, eureka! So many there to score-ica
Cruise the ocean bars with some similar type fellows
Little Latin lovelies drinking gin and Mello Yellos

Please get me a towel
Mr. Tangerine Speedo
You're all over town
Tangerine la la la la la la la la

Nowhere to go, nothing to do
I'll be as gentle on you as tearless baby shampoo
Back to my bungalow with flesh tone kimonos
Ah, come a little closer feel the "Sting" of my "Bono", no no no no

The talk of the town
Mr. Tangerine Speedo
How you get around
In your tangerine la la la la la la la la

Little Latin lovelies will love to drink gin
And Mello Yello in my bungalow
Lovin' me
Tangerine la la la la la la la la
All the French girls go "Zut alors, no no no no, zut alors, no no"
Coming at the target, you're as straight as Magellan
If you've got a secret weapon, well you're as sure as hell ain't telling
Cause your mouth made an offer that the bodies cannot veto
No woman can resist a man who looks good in a speedo

Fuckin get me a towel
Mr. Tangerine Speedo
You're all over town
Tangerine la la la la la la la la

Talk of the town
Mr. Tangerine Speedo
How you get around
In your tangerine la la la la la la la la

Little Latin lovelies will love to drink gin
And Mello Yello in my bungalow
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Zut alors, no, zut alors, no no, zut alors, no no no no no








Sunday, April 22, 2007

Monday, April 16, 2007

Sexy in Speedo's


















Warm Water

When something happens to you that you've always wanted, you can't believe it, even when it happens to you right before your eyes. Dylan McKay was the most attractive boy in 10th grade. Actually, he was probably the best looking guy in the whole high school.

It was swimming class; I hated having to be just in my swim trunks in front of all of the masculine jocks. After about five laps around our school’s swimming pool, I got rather tired so I stopped. After about five minutes, Dylan came over in his hottest, wettest form ever, and asked me to race. I couldn't believe it.

"Yeah sure," I said.

And so each took a lane and we raced. It was a close one, but he won by half an inch.

"I didn't realize you were such a good swimmer," he said.

"Thanks."

We swam some more then the best thing ever happened. He said, "I have to show you somthing." Then he took my hand and placed it on the large bulge on the front of his trunks. I gulped. The coach whistled and it was time to get out of the pool. After we both got out he told me to meet him at the local pizza joint at 5pm.

"Yeah, I'll be there," I said with a grin on my face.

I went home, showered, changed my clothes, and put on some cologne. I got to the pizza joint at 5pm sharp, with Dylan already waiting. After a half hour and a whole pepperoni pizza, we left. On the way we stopped behind an abandoned house and we passionately kissed. I could feel the bulge growing in the front of his named brand jeans.

Without saying a word, I slowly dropped to me knees closed, my eyes and unzipped his fly. Out came the most beautiful dick I have seen yet to this day. It was 8 and a half inches, cut, and his dark blonde pubic hair neatly trimmed. I savored the smell, and looked up into his eyes. He nodded his head in approval.

I licked the head and he moaned in pleasure. I slowly took all of him in my mouth. I bobbed up and down, swirled my tongue around his shaft. Then after the best ten minutes of my life, he let out a loud moan and I felt a warm salty honey taste in my mouth. Spurt after spurt filled my mouth; I swallowed it all. I zipped up his fly, he told me thank you and we parted.

I never got too attached because I knew he would never admit to all of his jock friends what happened. As a matter of fact, the very next week he was telling everyone about a blonde babe whom he had fucked. No matter what happened though, I had the memories of what had happened. And it all started in the warm water.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Sports,Speedo's and the Military Triple Post



Meat the Military











Guys Sizzle in Speedo's















I hate Sports I Love Men









In a recent national survey by the US based Witeck-Combs Communications and Harris Interactive, nearly three-fourths (72 percent) of heterosexual adults say they would not change their feelings toward a ‘favorite’ male professional athlete if the athlete revealed he is gay. This represents an increase from 66 percent in August 2002, when heterosexual adults were asked the same survey question.
In contrast, asked how they think ‘other sports fans would feel’ toward an openly gay sports figure, 72 percent believe that ‘others’ would have less favourable opinions. This measure, however, has decreased from 2002, when nearly 80 percent revealed that they felt ‘others’ would have a less positive opinion.



A survey conducted by Leger Marketing for the second annual day against homophobia, confirms that acceptance of homosexuality in the sports world has a tenuous hold. The poll discovered a less positive outlook, discovering that sixty-one percent thought an openly gay player would not be welcome in a professional hockey team while only 29% thought he would be. Ten percent refused to answer the question.
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