Frat Cocks Poppin’: Spring is on the Way

Very Early Spring by Katherine Mansfield

The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky–
So many white clouds — and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears….
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.

We’re thinking our new Fratmen star, Mark (due for full display in the Inner Circle on Thursday) is the new season’s perfect mascot.

With spring comes the stirring of semi-dormant hormones — masculine impulses that dallied through through the winter (well, sort of) gurgle and churn. Now, with sap rising and deeper juices flowing (and his favorite porn vid playing) Mark’s ready to demonstrate how his bow rises and disseminates its liquid magic.

Watch him wank for the new season in our Fratmen Theater.