Do you prefer to hide under a rock than go to a gay bar? Are you horny and lonely for another spelunker to crawl through the muck with? Well meet Ooga and Booga, two cave men who found love in the jagged desolate landscape from centuries gone by. So don’t despair. As our world continues to devolve, and men become less refined, there might be hope for the modern cave man. OOGA BOOGA! 4 ever!
It’s been awhile since I, Mortimer Pye, has made an entry here on my beloved blog. The reason is I have been mired in a non erotic comic book project that I am very excited about, so drawing nekkid dudes has not been top priority as of late. Being that it is Pride month I will redouble my efforts and make a proper blog contribution to the cause. For now here are a few juicy muscle cartoon Bear fuckers from the archives fer yer enjoyment.
Hey guys! Chubby dudes with glasses and beards are so fine! That’s me Mortimer Pye. I’m also balding and got more than enough back hair for you and yer uncle to chew on. Sorry for being so forward. You see, when men get older we often loose our social graces around such things. Call it Bear, call it Bull, call it Daddy, call it GROSS!!! As long as it gets in yer craw bud! That’s what I’m here for. Chubby dudes with glasses and beards with glasses are so fine!
Smoke & Chains is a short smutty 2 panel comic I drew a few months ago. When I found a couple of these modern wood frames I knew I had to use them for something special, and nothing is more special than Gar’s dirty butt pounding away at his sub hole. Click here to purchase in the shop.
I’m a big fan of underground comix, so here’s my first offering for UMM. This guy showed up a few weeks back as “The Bull of the Week” and ever since then I couldn’t get him off my mind. He’s the horny virile mature bisexual Bull, Ted. Even though he is a hopeless bachelor and a total slut, he never ceases to be amazed at the exciting opportunities that fall in his lap.
A long time ago I used to write and draw erotic comics, with a frenetic frequency. Every so often an old buddy asks me what comics I’ve been working on lately. I always try to convey why I’ve got nothing going on. In that process of thoughtful explanation my mind wanders back to my pencil on the paper, eraser in hand. I always come up with a good explanation, good enough to keep pangs of desire and regret at bay. At least until the question arises again in the form of an email, Facebook post or bar conversation.