I ran 10 miles this morning, and I'm hungry for some meat. At first I was thinking of baby back ribs, but then I decided I'd rather have something that didn't fall off the bone.
This guy is the cover boy from this month's GENRE magazine. One of the things I love about GENRE is that you can easily go 10-20 pages without any photographic evidence that men wear shirts. Or pants for that matter. Lots of swimwear and undergarments, and there's not a thing wrong with that.
Let the haters hate (as is your wont), but I think this fella is damn near perfection. Is it the Routh-ian quality of the eyebrow? The suggestion of Middle Eastern descent? We're talking purely aesthetics of course. I'd have to age him twenty years to be my boyfriend.
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I will give the fellow credit; he is without an ounce of body fat.
Wow, in that first picture, he could be the statue of David come to life. Yum. I love the tall, dark and handsome types.
you can definitely pic them. when yo age him 2 yars, make two...i'll take one myslef. btw..killer legs!!!
It's all about the thighs for me, abnitude.
Maddie, he trades curls for a brushcut, and I'm guessing a bigger schwannstucke, but otherwise, Mike's Dave.
Ur-spo, don't forget the eyebrow(s).
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