Pierre Fitch

Taking his name from the Abercrombie & Fitch clothing company, Pierre Fitch is a home-grown talent. He was raised in Cornwall, Ontario but maintains a house in Montreal (certainly a more fun address than Toronto). He sports an 20 centimetre dick and has starred in a score of films.  Like most porn actors he is also very short.  I was surprised to find he is shorter than me, and I am 168 cm tall.  I saw him walking down Jarvis Street one Pride some years ago, literally mobbed by a phalanx of admirers.  But then, as with Antonio Biaggi who is also quite short, it makes the dick look even more impressive.

The second picture you see is the roof of the building in the first photo. One Hundred Wellesley Street, for those not familiar with the village in Toronto, is called, affectionately (and with derision sometimes) Stack-a-Fag for being one of the largest high rise blocks in Toronto's gay village. There is a swimming pool on top of it. The tower in the background of the second picture is the old Canadian Broadcasting Corporation radio tower that was pulled down more than a few years ago to make way for a high-rise condominium called Radio City after the site's history as a broadcast block. It was known as the Eiffel-on-Jarvis.

I am only posting this because the building is just a minute from where I live and I have sunned myself on that roof. There are quiet moments up there, I guess...

Towers, porn stars, phallic symbols all - It must be spring.

Ray Dragon

Erotic

More Blakey

70s nude by Ron Blakey

Stolen moment

Here's another: SM

Excerpt from 'At Home' by William Plomer

Acute pleasure can hardly be described. A little before midday on a morning in early summer I was swimming a good way out in the bay of Phaleron with an inhabitant of Athens of my own age with whose physical beauty I had become infatuated. In the warm sun and the light breeze a small boat with a sail came gliding and prancing past. In it was an old fisherman. When he saw us he asked if we would like to climb in for a sail with him. We said yes, climbed in, and settled down, and while he guided the lighty dancing boat over the sparkling wavelets and glanced back at us now and then with the fatherly playfulness of an old triton, we happily embraced one another with naked arms that the sun had quickly dried, and kissed the saltiness from one another's smiling lips. This, I thought, is happiness - to be young, to be healthy, to be free, to love and be loved in the sun, in the radiant light, flying along over the water in the flawless visibility of early summer in the Aegean...