Hey there, guys. I'm the man they like to call "Taco Gaywolf". I got my name because, well, I'm gay and also because I am a big werewolf enthusiast. I've been collecting werewolf masks for awhile now and as a hobby I've been taking pictures of myself wearing them. I hope you don't mind that I'm usually in my underwear (or less!) in these pictures. I figure I hang around my apartment either naked or in my underwear all the time, anyway, so why change my look for a few pictures? It's nice to have a little venue like my website to show off my art and photosets and I'm glad you've decided to stop by. Hopefully the more this blog and the rest of my site grow, the more people will better be able to understand and appreciate my ever-developing artistic vision of "Gay Werewolf Lifestyles Involving Mexican Food".

I've always been a big food fetish freak, though I've never had any problems with obesity. I do a hell of alot of fucking and get plenty of exercise so it's easy for me to burn off the calories of a bag full of burritos once I've spent a few hours thrusting my cock in and out of the hot ass hole of one of my many fuck buddies. I've often found myself obsessed over the fine line between my sexual appetite and that thing that makes my belly growl, my incessant, unending hunger for food.It seems like I am always trying to "fill" myself with something, whether it be a tasty burrito to fill my stomach with or a fat hard cock to stuff my asshole with. One day when I was standing in my kitchen filling a taco shell with all sorts of tasty ingredients, it occured to me that it was all a sort of metaphor. As I sprinkled shredded lettuce, cheese, tomatos and ground beef into the shell it reminded me of how me and all my friends have this deep "emptiness" inside of us.

There have been so many moments after having sex with a lover that the two of us would lie on our backs, thinking about the various orifices we had just filled. Buttholes plugged up with hard, rigid blood-engorged dicks, mouths stuffed with raging hardons. It had all started because of a deep need. When your cock is twittering and rubbing against the inside of your pants; when your nuts are vibrating and you feel tiny dabs of jizz seeping through your pisshole when you look at a hot guy or even think of one, it's like this hole you have in your soul that is maybe symbolized by your asshole or a waiting hungry mouth. And it all alludes to this unending, relentless fucking emptiness me and my buddies feel and talk about. We try to fill it with cock. We try to smother the burning torment in our souls with globs of cum that drips down to our stomachs. Then we lie in bed. Then we go into the kitchen and eat tacos, burritos, nachos or whatever and it is still there, that fucking emptiness, and it took me a long time to come up with a solution.