Ryan Wood : "USA"

Today is a mixed bag of emotions for many Americans but I am still celebrating our existing freedoms, like the freedom to admire the men in the world! Little did I know when Ryan Wood and I shot this set with the USA briefs that it would carry such a heavy emotion with it today. Ryan's tatt "Karma" is just as wild to see in the same frame. But enough about the state of affairs, join me for a little 4th of July fantasy.

It starts with you, some friends and a boat on the lake. Music is pumping, the beer is ice cold in the cooler. A friend has just introduced you to his co-worker, "Bryan" a straight guy who had no plans and is now on this gay party cruiser in the sun. The golden hair on his arms and legs glistens in the daylight. His beard is thick but nicely kept.

Bryan is a bit stiff and finds you easy to chat with so he stays close to you - and the cooler. Throughout the sunny day, you crack jokes, down a few cans of beer, shirts have come off and by the late afternoon his eyes stay on you - just a little too long. Your spidey senses go off and your stomach starts to tingle.

When he looks away, you glance quickly at his nipples. They are pointed as lake sweat gathers in between his beefy pecs. Every now and then a drop breaks free and runs down his abs making the hair wet just above the button of his shorts. Dusk has fallen and the boat begins to rock a bit which bumps you into Bryan's big, sun tanned arms. You apologize. In the glow of the deck lights, he gives you a gentle smile. It feels inviting. Is it?

You 'innocently' ask him, "Did you ever think you'd find yourself on boat with all these queens?" Ryan answers, "It's not my first time around gay guys, ha ha." The deck fills with people waiting to see the sky burst. Bryan watches the people fill in and says, "We haven't seen anything below deck." He starts down the wooden stairs and looks back at you, "...grab a couple of beers." The fireworks start as you go down.

The cabin below is empty, except for bearded Bryan standing in his cap, no shirt, bulky sun roasted shoulders and loose cargo shorts with flip flops. You hand him the beer and say, "I bet you were boxer briefs." Bryan slaps back, "Nope. But if you guess right I'll let you see them." You think for a second. Your stomach quivers as you smell the sweat from his body. Your crotch begins to tingle.

"Whitie tighties?" you guess. Bryan laughs, "damn, yeah," as he thinks for a moment then drops his shorts to reveal the white briefs tightly wrapped around his generous butt, "now let's see yours," he quips. "Gay men don't wear underwear under our swimsuits," you say without breaking your gaze, "if I lose mine then you'll have to lose everything." Bryan takes a swing of his beer, smiles, the briefs slide down his muscular, fuzzy legs then he throws himself onto the cabin's sofa, "fuck it, it's a holiday, right?" Your trunks slip to the floor, "yup, God bless America."