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Yeah, he's a lot closer to it than I am, but I'm not seeing a "MuscleBoy."

The personification of "yummy."

In life, passing a test, winning a verdict, or closing a deal are not limited to legal, academic, or business parameters.

I'm stuck in the past. For me the only Sherlock Holmes is/was Basil Rathbone. He had that unbeatable combo of stage presence and engaging voice.

Is the word "infamous" in the thread's title intended?

I encourage you to not compete with yourself. As time goes by, so do libido and endurance limitations for most people. Indulge yourself when you feel like it. It may be less frequent, but the joy will be the same. Now, as for the haters, just understand them for the ignorant asses they are. As you visit these fora, you will see that even the most beautiful men you can imagine suffer slings and arrows insulting their age and/or physical appearance. Welcome

It's not often that "wow!" is inadequate.

The title of this thread would be great for a gallery.

Ugliness within is considerably more offensive.

They both have so much of the same things, I can't make a choice (nor would I want to).

I would love to have his legs (for about an hour or two a couple times a week).

I see what appears to be "about one foot."

Wow! I may have to put aside my fear of flying.

Number 28 to go, please.

"I believed that all of my interactions and relationships were always welcomed and consensual." I don't understand how he thought making that statement was a good move.

If the photo of himself in his employment uniform identifies his employer, his discretion needs work.

While I prefer first-sight squeaky-clean, this gentleman's potential is deliciously obvious.

Anyone here remember an awesome "negotiating" bar that was on Eighth Avenue at about 50th street in NYC named Haymarket? So much fun.

I was able to get it up just now (the Friendboy site, that is).

For me it was great to find a happy-hour after work for drinks and conversation. There was easy-listening music, perfect for happy-hour chat, then a change to club music for dancing later. It was sad to watch the death of happy-hour. The younger bartenders began to play club music at happy-hour, which made conversation next to impossible. The happy-hour crowd complained, but to no avail, and soon happy-hour was gone. That was back in the 1990's. I don't know if happy-hour survived somewhere, but I never found it again.

This image is the closest I've seen him to the all-together.

I'm not a cyclist, but are bike tires normally that flat? Great arms though.

Back in the 1990's a female coworker told me she worked part-time as a "receptionist" for an "agency" and that one client had recently paid $30,000 for an overnight with one of the girls, plus round-trip airfare NYC-London-NYC and the young woman's personal expenses. I also remember reading of a young Frenchman with an enormous attribute who was charging $1,000/hr and was continually hired by women for weekends and longer who raved about him rendering them "unbelievable orgasms." Ah, in my next life.

Hubba! Hubba!

Eons ago there was a bar on East 53rd Street at First Avenue in NYC named The GH Club. It catered to seniors and was a lot of fun. I was counting on that bar being there for my present age, but it closed quite a while ago. To the best of my knowledge there is presently no comparable bar in NYC. I occasionally drop by the Town House to visit with acquaintances, which comes as close to the GH Club that I am aware.