A Brucie Bonus

Well, I have returned from soaking up all the eye candy I can handle in Prague.  For example, here is a guy that appears in recent advertising posters for a bank in the Czech Republic :

 Yeah - I'll be putting this guy to good use at some point in my artwork

I have noticed something odd about continental fashion that makes it hard to guess which way a guy swings though.  Now, most older daddybear types in Prague (and I am going to guess most of Eastern Europe) do not dress in a way that would strongly indicate any 'wang-in-mouth' leanings.  There tends to be a real penchant for wearing black socks with open-toe sandals.  This is something that is both deeply unfashionable and oddly alluring at the same time.  I don't have any excuse I know.  However, the trendier older male dresses in a way that can be really confusing.  For example, if I saw a 50+ man walking down the road in the UK wearing neatly ironed black jeans with designer shoes, a dark blue sports jacket, a red and white striped shirt and a white cravat / scarf number I would be forgiven for thinking 'Hello Sailor' but in continental Europe it isn't a given.  Italy and Germany - I am looking at you as main offenders in this metrosexual confusion. 

Anyway, I have posted many a man from Eastern Europe on this blog so I thought I would take a break from those hotties this week and look back to the UK .  I do have a particular fondness for featuring men from the past.  Just because they aren't around any more, it doesn't mean I can't appreciate their handsomeness or imagine how great they would look with a cock up their arse and faceful of cum.  I have never been a fan of Sherlock Holmes.  He was an arrogant smart-arse but Dr Watson - he interested me.  The quintessential Dr Watson for me Nigel Bruce.  In reality, it was probably the most unrealistic performance of Dr Watson that there could be.  He was a medical doctor but Bruce's performance was always that of a bumbling fucktard whose primary role consisted of looking flabbergasted and confused.  I mean, seriously, it was like they paired Sherlock Holmes with Homer Simpson.  But he looked the part.  That is exactly how Dr Watson should look.  Screw Jude Law - that was an abomination of a Dr Watson.  Nigel Bruce embodied that Victorian, chubby daddybear look perfectly.  And you know how I like Victorian men.  And frankly, I want him to have all that bluster and confusion as I plow him and wank him into a coma.  Each and every film would have been greatly improved if Dr Watson told Holmes to sod off at the beginning and the rest was spent following Nigel Bruce on a sex-filled investigation to detect the killer.  Yes - even Hound of the Baskervilles.  I said it and I am not taking it back

"Well....no use in putting off the lovin'"

"Now, here, Holmes  I won't have it.  It says right here that Jessica Simpson will be bringing out a new album in July.  I won't listen to any more of your preposterous theories"

"Damn it to hell man!  The magnifying glass won't help - we didn't win the lottery and that's the end of it"

"Well I have a deduction of my own, Holmes.  Fuck you - what do you think of that eh?"

" Just stay right there Watson - to solve this crime I'm going to have to shoot my beans up your dirty pipe."