Tropic Boy

Of all the boys in this scan of the cover of an issue of Volume magazine, I like the one in the pink speedos best. His gay Asian face is just my type. The body is great as well, even though a tad more muscular than I would normally go for.

I see images of Shanghai when it was a decadent international concession. It didn’t matter whether you liked gay Asian boys, something in between, or even, heaven forbid, smelly pussy. As long as you had money, anything was possible in those days in Shanghai. Of course those dour and humourless socialists had to put an end to all the fun in 1949.

And I wonder if the little gay Asian rosebud hidden in his pants is just as red. I would turn him on his belly and then push his legs wide open so I can inspect the asscrack and maybe kiss it, and lick it. And then maybe even fuck him. Yes, this boy needs to get fucked.

We can just see a few of his gay Asian netherhairs peeking out from the briefs. This chunky fellow is a bit, well, how to put it, chunky. If only his waist had been a bit narrower. I do love the short hairstyle and the dark skin, so that is not the problem.

What a dumb boy, he wants to feed his gay Asian warriorspear to the lions. Does he not realize that he has only one penis and that you cannot just buy a new one in the corner store?