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"Feeling faint" is the first symptom all his patients report.

My mornings would be spent licking him awake.

If I'd ever looked like that, I'd tape one of the pics to my driver's license.

Looks like that West Coast trip might be up to his parole officer.

I'd be afraid one of them would use the money to buy food or pay rent instead of getting another tat.

Years ago, when I was getting ready to move from one apartment to another in the same complex - just carrying boxes and a little furniture two flights down, two buildings over, and two flights up - I thought of putting up an ad on the bulletin board in the Student Union of a college literally just across the street from the apartment complex. The ad read: Wanted to Hire: Several strong, muscular young men for a few hours work. When I read the ad back to myself, I thought, Nah! Just asking for unwanted attention from college staff. So, no, never did.

As the man said in The Princess Bride, "Inconceivable!' [And for me, the word means exactly what I think it means.]

My God, I would hope so!

Also being discussed under "Hottest Boy In Here" Perhaps a Fake Ad?

10 inches?!? It's respectable, to be sure. But 10 inches? The only way it gets to 10 or more of anything is in the metric system.

This is a hot man! Handsome, nice tight body. Like this one very much. Hope he heads East on occasion.

I could spend a week munching down there! Gorgeous!

Sometimes shy and a little awkward are endearing, especially if young and handsome.

I can only fantasize what he's practicing for.

Very nice physique!

We could call it Jiffy Lube: The Movie!

Wow! Handsome, sexy man! And he comes with his own cream dispenser!

I love Casual Fridays down at the precinct!

I'm surprised the Nobel Committee isn't all over this one!

Probably somebody's laptop.

Some 30 years ago my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, following surgery that removed her left lung. The cancer had already spread before the surgery, but this fact was not known until after. At some later point she was enrolled for radiation treatments at a local hospital, solely to provide palliative care. She had developed a brain tumor that was causing pain and the treatments would provide relief. An ambulance would come to pick her up, take her to and bring her home from the hospital. On one occasion, as the medics were about to carry her gurney down the front steps, she grabbed my hand and looked up. Then this woman -in pain and knowing she was dying- looked at me and said, "I guess this is worst thing I've ever put you through." My heart went up in my throat, and all I could think to say was, "Well, I think it might be a little harder on you." Each of us more concerned for the other, and truthfully, I still don't know who was right. But her example is the antithesis of the self-centered world view described by the OP, and I admire her as much as I miss her. She was of an older and different generation, survivors of the Depression, poverty, wars, and disasters, and it took a lot to faze these people. Later this year, I will observe her 100th birthday.

OMG! Invade me now!

Makes me wonder where they get the meat for the McCrispy. Is McDonalds a front for Soylent Green?

If he gets tired of Mounds, he can try Das Booty.

Don't usually go for beards but this guy is quite handsome with his. However ... advertises as "hung" but not one d*ck pic in a 24-pic portfolio. A peeve of mine. In court it's called "a fact not in evidence."