As a man of Polish decent I am never so proud of my heritage more than when I’m ogling images of Zbyszko Cyganiewicz. I’m not going to go into his life story here(We got Wikipedia for that.) Instead I’m just going to enjoy his round muscles, his thick soft skin that wrinkles at all the right places, and his hard belly slightly sagging nips. Too bad I couldn’t find a completely nude photo, or ass pic, of this strongman/professional wrestler. Only typical wrestling poses and portrait shots. I guess I can only imagine what he would look like, buck-naked, legs in the air.
Here is a few edited pics from a 1970’s book called Van People. There are many fascinating images of the post hippie culture of vans in this book, and a lot of them feature sexy dudes in cut off jean shorts that beautifully ride up the crotch. I wasn’t old enough to experience this fad first hand but these pics helps fill in the gaps my fantasies need filling.
I found this old pamphlet up in my parents attic the other day and could not resist taking a pic of that monumental ass. I believe it’s a Michelangelo sculpture,￼￼ but not sure which one. The other muscly dude wrapped around his legs and face pressed up against his thigh is enough to drive one batty with dirty thoughts. I can hardly believe this was printed in 1959. I guess if something back then was￼ considered “fine art” it got a pass. Honestly if this flyer was printed today I don’t think they would use this image. Man butt is no longer considered the height of beauty in the art world￼￼, but don’t fear my horny brethren, here at Urban Mountain Man it always will be.
I’m caught between the upper lip and the whiskers of a strange man. Can’t say why I’m here in this space and time but I know I wanna hang in this moment as long as possible. I know there is stability, there is direction, there is identity. Yes! I wanna ride the ‘stache until I fall asleep for 8 hours straight. Piss in his mouth and roll over instead of getting up. Why because Mustache Man is here for me and I’m here for him.
Mel Street was a country music star who died before his time. Handsome fucker, ain’t he? I really wanted to buy this record but it rang like a lot of middle of the road 70s country music. Kinda dull for this rocker. I am not at the point where I want to spent eight bucks for a hot album cover but this one came close to starting me down that path. Just do me, and Mel, a favor and enjoy his beauty in this old record cover.
Me Ulck, and me want date with hot man meat soon. Me like to hunt foxes, pheasant, and wooly mammoth in Minneapolis park system. Me eat good! Me love warm Minnesota winters! Me horny for sex with modern gay man but don’t tell wife because Ulck in cave closet. Me like anal, oral and me TOP! But right Daddy could flip Ulck! If interested look for Ulck down by big river before fire rises in sky. Me will be carrying big spear!
While jogging through the thrift store today I found a copy of an old record by the band Steam. It contains the amazing soul-rock anthem “Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye” and a lot of other pseudo Motown diddies. Most importantly it’s got some very nice bathhouse images of the band on the front and back cover. What is it about moist young hippies with their sideburns and musky little mustaches that gets me all in kerfuffle? I dunno… I’m pretty sure the band regrets this album cover but I’m also pretty sure a lot of closeted boys in the early 70s were happy with the managements decision on this one.
Here in Minneapolis we are having a nice warm stretch, lotsa sunshine and warm breezes! Unfortunately we got about 10 inches of snow the week before, so everything is covered with melty muck. I choose to look up and close my eyes, breathe in and fantasize about the summer days. Here are a few vintage studs from the UMM archives that get my heart pumping for the heat!
Oh my! It’s Big Dan the Van Man chilling in his van! He might be wearing a wedding band, but don’t worry man, he understands. Talk about the blues band playing at the stand. Stare at his tan, Sunblock! give him a hand. Always good to come with a plan. Because there might be room in that van for one more man, MAN! You never know until you ask Big Dan the Van Man.