Showing posts with label My Robin (the Boy Wonder) Fetish. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Robin (the Boy Wonder) Fetish. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

"I'm Hungry for Love. Set the Table"

My buddy Kevin at The Lisp knows how to make an overly stressed, over-worked, bald homo-fanboy feel better..

He sent me this Robin.

This might be my favorite Robin of all time. Seriously.

Hot, hairy and smart. Just look at how he solved that costume problem of Robin's.

...You know, the green bikini briefs and green elven booties, and those flesh-colored tights that Burt Ward wore with them...

How did this Robin solve that costume crisis? He just took 'em off.

'Atta girl.

Just look at that ass.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

"Love Your Hair, Honey. Hope You Win"

I just saw this in one of the of Tee Fury forums and you know...

As much as I've been enjoying Dick Grayson as Batman...

And as much as I liked Batman #700 with all of the Batmen past, present, future and beyond...

There's something about a Justin Beiber Batman - - or BeiberMan, if you will - - that I love.

I guess it's the twink in superhero tights combo.

What am I saying? OF COURSE, it's the twink in superhero tights combo.

Even more so than Grayson's Batman, this is Robin all grown up.

I almost like this better than the old school Earth-2 Robin costume. No, seriously. I love that Earth-2 Robin costume.

Now, just one question: Who the fuck is Justin Beiber?!?

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

"Let It Please Be Him! Oh, Dear God! It Must Be Him!"

Guess who I talked to today? You'll never guess!

Okay, with the pics that I posted here, you probably WILL guess "Robin." Quickly and easily. But! Do you know WHICH Robin? Ha! Got you! Well...

1) It's not some Dick from the circus...

2) He never tried to kick Bruce Lee's ass while wearing Underoos, a pair of green, elf booties and a bright yellow, collared (WTF?!?), "Toddlers & Tiaras"-sized, satin cape...

3) And he never entered into a scene consisting of a clown, a crowbar, and a couple of 900 numbers before he KNEW THE SAFE WORD, damn it!!!

So, if I didn't speak to Dick Grayson, Burt Ward or Jason Todd today, who DID I speak to? That's right, fanboys! Today, I spoke on the phone with Tim Drake!

Well, alright. It wasn't THE Tim Drake, but it was "a" Tim Drake. It was a business call and when I heard the name, it took every last nerve I had to restrain myself from screaming, "DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?!?"

Luckily for me, I was able to sneak in the topic of his name and its comic book significance at the very end of the call. Mr. Drake (TIM Drake!) told me that he had no idea he was a member of the Batman Family until a friend of his encouraged him to Google himself. He did, and there he was...

The third Robin, the Boy Wonder!

And if I find out that the real life Tim Drake looks even slightly similar to the comic book Tim Drake from this bottom panel, well...

Insert your own Bat-Pole / Bat-Cave joke here. (Funny... "Insert"...)

Sunday, February 14, 2010

"Infinite Joy"

Polt from Polt's Palace definitely knows what to give the homo fanboy on Valentine's Day.

Not flowers, not candy.

Life may be like a box of chocolates, but Polt knows that, for me, lust is a flock of belly-shirted Robins.

Do you refer to a group of hot Robins as a flock or a gaggle? A pride?

Hell, call it whatever you want as long as I'm in the center of it. And either kneeling or horizontal. I'm easy. I'll go either way.

Thanks, Polt! You're the best!

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

"Holy Hole in a Donut!"

As a boy, I had a huge crush on Burt Ward. His cute hair, boyish face and trim body. Green briefs worn without pants! A yellow, satin cape with a collar!! The ultimate fashion-forward boy crush.

In my 20's, I literally chased a bus down the street so that I could keep looking at the ad featuring Chris O'Donnell in rubber-nippled Boy Wonder-suit.

Now, as I slalom, head first, down life's icy mountain, skidding into my 40's, I have realized that Robin just isn't Robin unless he's wearing a belly shirt.

And a leather studded utility belt.

And a cape the size of a cum towel.

"Holy Hole in a Donut," indeed.

Many, many thanks to Polt for this new addition to My Robin Fetish.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

"With Flaming Locks of Auburn Hair"


These are pictures that someone took from last weekend's Dragon*Con in Atlanta.

A friend of a friend commented on one of the pics, and I started browsing through the folder. You know how it goes...

Of course, usually I'm browsing through the complete works of Adam Wolfe and reminiscing, but this will do. This will do nicely.

Because y'all, is it me or is this Robin PACKIN'?!?

Sure, I have my Robin Fetish, so I may be making an inch into a mile for my own enjoyment, but even so...

This Robin gets around.

Notice that the Batman in the first picture is NOT the same Batman in the second picture.

So many Bat-poles, so little time.

'Atta girl, Red (haired) Robin. 'Atta girl.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

"I'll Bet More People See That Than the Phone Book!"

Like any other well-raised, Southern boy who learned about sex by taking a night class taught by his cousin behind the barn, I have a HUGE sexual attraction to anything that my parents told me I couldn't do because it was "trashy."

Tattoos, for instance.

I don't have a tattoo, but I find guys with tats incredibly sexy. The more ink on their body, the hotter they are to me.

And like most people who want to get their first tattoo, I can't decide what I want.

Not that this is a new idea. I've been thinking about this for years now.

For awhile, I thought of getting a panther tat on my torso after I saw this Calvin Klein hottie, but then I remembered that the panther is my high school mascot and that would be just... bad karma, I think.

Then, I thought about going full on comic book geek and getting the Robin "R" on my left pec. But as much as I love the Boy Wonder (even the Damien Wayne version), I think I might lose my mind if too many people assumed the "R" was for Rader & not Robin.

I had one more tattoo idea, but this story from Food Network Humor has convinced me that I need to come up with some new ideas for tats. Something simpler, more traditional.

You see, you might think that Lindsey Mitchell tattooing "butter y'all" on her arm to show the world her love for Paula Deen is funny or ridiculous, but consider this...

Consider how ridiculous it would be if, to show the world my love for the movie Mommie Dearest, I got a tattoo on my ass that says...

"Property of MGM."

For those who haven't seen the movie (a.k.a. "straight people"), it references the scene in the movie after Joan has been forced to sit at Mr. Mayer's table at Perrino's and she screams, "I ought to have Property of MGM tattooed on my backside!"


Now, since so many gay men know that movie, consider this...

In the heat of the moment, the hot guy I'm with looks down...

Sees that tattoo and not only gets the reference...

But laughs a little...

Probably losing his wood in the process.

With that much at stake, a Paula Deen "butter y'all" tattoo seems almost charming. Almost.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

"Oh (Bat)man, I Love Him So..."










This Valentine's Day, I would like to celebrate by acknowledging one of the greatest couples in all of comicdom...

Batman and Robin.














You may wonder if Batman and Robin are really "sliding down their Batpoles" or if they're just sliding down their Batpoles.

I think this panel will clear that right up for you...











How does this Dynamic Duo keep the magic going after all these years? Well, they sleep together...















They have a really hot play space with that cave under Wayne Manor...























And fetish gear? They have ALL SORTS of fetish gear...












Oh yes, and they LOVE public sex. 

Any time, all the time...
















Sure, Robin might "sample the goods" from other guys every once in awhile (as you can see from Robin diving into this guy's ass... 'Atta girl...), but they mainly keep it in the Batman Family.














Speaking of the Batman Family, is the new Batgirl okay with the love between the Dark Knight and the Boy Wonder?

As long as she can watch, baby. As long as she can watch.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.




Monday, January 19, 2009

"Piece By Piece, Learning How to Make a Work of Art"






I had a little more fun with the Obamicon maker over the weekend. In honor of this week's inauguration. And because I was feeling a little down in the dumps and needed a pick-me-up.

And is there a better pick-me-up than the Boy Wonder?

Well, not for ME anyway...



















Then the fanboy within me gave way to the redneck, and I utilized a little Florence Jean Castleberry...





















And a little Barney Fife... (God, I love when Barney says that!)...




















This is one I didn't create - - No, I didn't! Seriously, I didn't!!! - - but needless to say, it... uh.... grabbed my attention.



One more day, people. One more day.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

"The Sensational Character Find of 1940: Robin, the Boy Wonder!"

I've always loved the French. 

When all the Red States were ordering "Freedom Fries" to go with their shake, I still called them French Fries. I still ate large amounts of French Toast. I thought that Maurice Chevalier singing a song about little girls was creepy as Hell, but I had always thought that.

Yes, during that period of time when America treated our relationship with France like we were "frenemies" starring in The Hills, I never crossed out the name of my Je 'appelle Barbra album and changed it to "My Name is Barbra." She already HAD an album named My Name is Barbra. Hell, she had TWO albums called that. What would be the point?

No, I've always been good to France and now France is being VERY good to me. In the form of a site named Exterface, created by two 24-year old French artists named Julien and Stéphane.

Their site is truly amazing and I'm not just saying that because they are feeding my Robin the Boy Wonder Fetish HARDCORE right now.

Many people saw these images and sent me the link (thank you, Jody and Lance!), and my only reaction is... well, like the kids say today - - OMFG!

This is Gui Wandresen. In all his Boy Wonder glory...


Check this out...

That ass is SO my desktop background right now.

Yes, that's Batman's cowl down there. HOT!




Dirty. Sexy. Robin.

Thank you, Exterface. Thank you!

Thursday, August 28, 2008

"Atomic Batteries to Power! Turbines to Speed!"

Rob over at Seduced by the New... sent me this picture last night asking me...

"Hey! Are those Robin's trunks?"

All I have to say is...

Yes, I think these are Robin's trunks.

So, if this gentleman would be so kind as to take... them... off...

Or I can do a thorough inspection of them while he stays in them.

Either way, I win.

Thanks for feeding my Robin the Boy Wonder fetish. No, not Boy Wonder, not Teen Wonder...

Robin the Well-Packaged Wonder. There's a Bat-Pole joke in there somewhere...

Saturday, August 23, 2008

"Holy Hole in a Donut!"

No, this isn't Burt Ward at ComicCon.

At least, I don't think it is...

This is a picture that I found over at Super Underwear Perverts, and it almost killed my Robin the Boy Wonder Fetish.

Luckily, I had this picture, shall we say, "handy."

P.S. Do you think he can store his chair in his utility belt.

And by "utility belt," I mean "ass."

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Robin: Up Close & Personal (From the Rear)

I haven't fed my Robin Fetish in awhile.

This pic that I found over at Super Underwear Perverts DEFINTELY takes care of that.

With this angle and an ass like that, consider my Robin Fetish fed.

Hey Tina: You think this is what Tim Drake is gonna look like all grown up?

Yeah, I hope so too!

Saturday, April 19, 2008

The Riddler & Superman Give It To Batman & Robin, Respectively

I'm a lucky man.

I have so many friends feeding my rather perverted comic book fetish.

To say that the pictures my friends send to me make me happy would be an understatement.

Who wouldn't love this pic that Doug from I Get That a Lot sent me yesterday?

I'm picturing me in my Riddler costume feeling Christian Bale's ass. Nice. Very nice.


And nothing pushes my Robin fetish over the edge quite like this pic sent to me by Shriley Heezgay.

So Superman is blonde.

And wearing Superboy's old leather jacket.

Robin's wearing a harness over his tunic.

And I never knew that, under his green briefs, the Boy Wonder wears a black swimmer jockstrap.

I learned something new. Now, I can incorporate that into my "Robin Gets Tag Teamed by the Challengers of the Unknown" sex fantasy role play.

The next session is going to be good!

Thanks for the pics, guys. I love them!

Monday, April 07, 2008

Bat-Porn

Well, I'm once again fighting off a touch of this damn cold that everyone in this city seems to catch, recover from and then catch again.

Rinse. Cough out a lung. Repeat.

But NINE was spectacular. You'll be able to hear my rave of the remarkable cast, direction, music direction, lighting and costume design sometime this week over at the Windy City Queercast.

You'll also hear Amy Matheny ask me questions about my sex life that very few people have ever dared to ask me in polite society. That's because members of polite society know full well that if they ask me what goes where, how it gets there (you turn it gently to the right, then around and you're in), and who's responsible for cleaning up the lube stains on the rug, that I WILL TELL THEM...

And I will provide them with pictures of the before, during and after. For a fee.

I only wish I had a picture of me dressed and shackled the way Robin is in this toon below. Who would be my Batman? I'm going with Jason Statham. In or out of the Batsuit.

I'm posting this picture because I think this would be an excellent image for the cover of our gay male porn version of THE DARK KNIGHT.

So many great porn titles were submitted, but two really made me hope that someone would actually make this gay comic porn dream of mine a reality.

Both titles are perfect and I think they work brilliantly when combined. We have cb of The Mangina Monologues to thank for the main title and Eric McCool to thank for the summer blockbuster tagline.

Ladies and gentlemen... So sorry. Ladies and ladies, I give you...

The Dark Knight: Rise of the Poker
"A Batkakke Bone-anza"


Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Robin "R"

Look what I found.

Disregard the package, the peak of pubic hair, the hand casually, but deliberately entering said package, the small, yet chewable nipples and the erection that is just barely contained by the red "looks like licorice" g-string. If you can.

Check out the Robin "R" tattoo.

I wouldn't want the yellow, nor would I want a blue background, but that's the tat that I've slightly thought about getting.

I would just do the "R" in black. And this "R" with the points like from Tim Drake's Robin costume. Not the block letter "R" like the old Dick Grayson Robin.

What do you think? This and a Bat-Tramp Stamp might eternally define me as an uber-geek comic fanboy and never allow me to get laid again. Or would some men find it hot?

P.S. The Robin in the pic is packin'.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

TMI Tuesday

It's a "day of the show, y'all" TMI Tuedsay.


1. Which one turns you on more Ink or piercing? Why?

I have to say Ink.

Something about it still says "dangerous" to me. Even though truly dangerous people like Dubya or Cheney don't have any ink - - at least not any we can see with their clothes on and I really don't want to think about what they look like with their clothes off - - there's something about someone with a tattoo that brings out the "I'm a good girl dating a bad boy" fantasy in me.

Makes me want to slap on a bouffant wig, jump into a poodle skirt and sing "He's a Rebel" or "Leader of the Pack."

Actually, seeing a man with a tattoo just makes me want to go up and lick it, but singing a good 60's girl group song is a strong second.


2. What ink do you have? If none, what would you get and and where?

I don't have any Ink current. I want to get a tat, but I just haven't made up my mind precisely what I want and where I want it.

Also, I know me and when I get my first tattoo, it will be followed up quickly by 50 more. I tend to go all out with certain things.

I've thought about getting a few black bands tattooed around my right forearm. Or I've thought of a series of black stars on my chest.

Or a cool, black Batman symbol on my lower back just over my ass. Sort of a Bat-Tramp Stamp, if you will.

The one fun tat I've thought about getting is a Robin "R" on my left pec, right where Robin's "R" is on his costume. Sort of like this boy's tattoo, but on the other side and replace the Superman symbol with the Robin "R".

When you take my fetish for Robin and combine it with my last name, it makes sense. A geeky, comic book loser sort of sense,
but still... P.S. That Superboy is hot.


3. What piercing do you have? If none, what would you get and and where?

I used to have my right eyebrow pierced with a simple hoop, but I looked at it one day after I had had it for about a year and said to myself, "You look ridiculous," and that was that.


4. Any other adornments you like to do for your lover or have them do for you?

Hang anything anywhere you want on me, yourself or any number of people, places or things. Whatever makes your bacon crisp, I'm all for it.


5. Of all of the above is there anything that is an immediate Turn-Off?

Insulting me or someone else about what they like sexually.

A few years ago, I ran into a guy who I see every so often and at each meeting, we always go on a few dates and realize that we're just not right for each other. But something always makes us forget that the next time we run into each other and the pattern starts all over again.

On this particular date, we went back to my place and in my bedroom - - after months of therapy with my therapist trying to convince me that I should say what I want in bed, no matter how kinky - - I opened on of my drawers and pulled out a bottle of poppers.

Now, on my kinky scale - - with 1 being vanilla and 10 being "He put the bowling ball where?!?" - - poppers are at about a negative 2. I mean, it's so nothing when compared to half the things I've done and the public places I've done them in.

But when I asked this man if he was into poppers, his response as he laid in my bed was...
"Poppers? What kind of 70's freak are you?"

To quote a lyric from The Light in the Piazza, "Thank you. We're done here. Not much to say" after that.


Bonus (as in optional): If money/work place rules/your life/whatever were not an issue, what ALL would you do to your body in the name of sexual or just general adornment?

I don't think I hold myself back from tats or piercings because of rules or money or societal pressure. I just can't make up my friggin' mind!!!

Monday, January 07, 2008

Some Kinky, Tights-Wearin' Bitches

My buddy Steve Hobson just emailed me this picture along with just two words...
"um... awesome."

I can just hear Batman's inner monologue as the beast "goes limp" between his legs...

"That reminds me, I've got to call Selina when I get back to the cave."

He could have simply knocked out the tiger with some Bat-Sleeping Gas, but that wouldn't have been as much fun as straddling him into submission. You see, Batman's a kinky bitch.

And he's not alone. There's that time Robin whored himself out to that gargoyle...

"Now, everything except the gloves, the mask and the booties...
Ooo... Boy Wonder, indeed."


Or the time that Superman forced Jimmy Olsen to strip in front of Lois...

"See Lois? The carpet does match the curtains."

And who can forget all those watersports parties in the Batcave...

"Good job, Robin. Very hot.
Now, it's your turn in the tub. Open wide."


Seduction of the Innocent. You gotta love it.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Halloween on Halsted Street

Here it is, y'all. My last minute idea of what to be for Halloween was...

The Riddler!


And seriously, this costume was TRULY last minute!

I made the "question mark" sweater a few Halloweens ago, so I when I went into Beatnix at 6:00 p.m. last night, I bought the hat and a "Little Bo Peep" pink shepherd's staff. I got home, drew a question mark on the hat, put black tape all over the staff (I think that was a rather brilliant purchase if I do say so myself), pulled those boots out of the closet (this was the first time I had worn those with clothes on) and I was ready to scream "Riddle me this, Batman!"

Philip was everyone's favorite Sesame Street superhero...

Super Grover!


We even ran into The Cookie Monster on Halsted Street!!!


Then, arch-nemeses collide!! My Riddler met up with Philip's friend Manny as...

Robin, the Boy Wonder!

Y'all know my Robin fetish. Yum. But I was a good super-villain. I didn't take advantage of him. But I hope Manny keeps that costume so I can call him some Saturday night for a little Meta-Human Booty Call.

And here I am with our lovely friend Eric who came as "The Most Important Meal of the Day," Breakfast! (See the eggs and bacon on his hat, which Philip made, by the way), and beside him is super-cute Simon... looking up... at... something...


Hope everyone had a safe and Happy Halloween!