I am blessed to live in the very centre of London. The best thing about London is the men. Big masculine buttocks are everywhere. I like to spend at least 30 minutes everyday, sitting quietly, some where really busy, watching all the manly magick go by. Imaging what each would look like naked.
If it’s a particularly amazing specimen I might even follow him for a while, watching those dancing beauties. After nearly 50 years research I have come to the conclusion that grey jogging pants are a man’s greatest asset and that scaffolders tend to wear them the tightest, and that when it comes to masculine arses, The bigger those manifestly buttocks the better.