Posted By admin on October 8, 2009

I don't CARE if this makes me a twinkophile…I'd have to be STRAIGHT not to be turned on.

I can hardly write this post because of the great shame welling in my…body. What have I become? A washed-up sonofabitch who is attracted to twinks! This may not seem so bad to some of you, but as a 5′8″ 140lb bottom, I’ve fought long and hard against the label “twink” and have scoffed in the face of any anorexic-ass queen to come my way while simultaneously quivering under the hairy hands of someone twice my size. Lately, however, the ol’ loverod has been pulling me in the faggiest direction. I can’t figure out if this is because I’m weakening or if the twinks these days are just getting HOT. I’m going to tentatively assume the latter and let you decide for yourself.

The twinkiest studio I know of (save maybe, like, Boycrush or Boyjuice) is Bel Ami. After their menage-a-fuck with Corbin Fisher earlier this year, they got even more glowy and airbrushedly perfect* (I will assume airbrushedly, because if these boys actually look that good…there’s no hope for the rest of us). So imagine my surprise when, across my proverbial desk, slides a copy of a film called MORE TALES 3, from a studio named AYOR. Innocuous enough, yes? Nay.

Benny Morecock over at his gay DVD store, Studmall, has just started carrying AYOR films which “hearken back to the Bel Ami aesthetic.” Meaning, lots of soft light and hard bodies. Apparently also, Studmall has just signed to be the EXCLUSIVE distributors of AYOR films. Whatttt. First Cocky Boys, now this? Shit, Studmall’s getting more action than I did this weekend (and that’s a lot of action).

More supreme-quality pics and a story after the jump:

Does anybody out there write erotica? I ask because the dude in the picture right above this looks a lot like (face/body/cock) this guy I met at a bar one night while cruisin’ with Hugo Harley. It’s a good, hot story that involves lots of beer (fuck yeah! TESTOSTERONE!), drugz (back when I was still a wild one), morning-after sex followed by a Marine Corps body glistening as slanted sunlight bounced off the cum streaked across his chest. Mmmm…but then he sang “Chasing Pavements” by Adele to me and I was like, “Uh, fuck no” and then I made us cheeseburgers and he left. *sigh* Anyway, I want to try my hand at erotica…so hook me up if you have any tipz.

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