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Shouldn't this be posted under Athletic Supporters?

I find this sad and somewhat personally painful, which is strange since I never met nor did I know this young man, except through his porn work and persona. But his wholesome good looks and pleasant presentation must have made a substantial impression on me, and I mourn his far too premature passing. Rest in peace, Seth, and condolences to all his friends and family.

After his wife had died the husband confessed to a friend that he hadn't said a word to her for over twenty years. "Why was that?" asked the friend. "I didn't want to interrupt her."

So's my schedule; when's he available?

It took me awhile to see there was a pooch in the pic; that bright moon got stuck in my eyes.

He looks like a young man who works at a bar I frequent. Well, technically, he looks like that young man as I imagine him after I take his shirt off him.😛

No, but it does seem to recharge my batteries.

The expression on the Top's face almost whispers afterglow.

While at a bar in Rome, a tourist held up two fingers to the bartender in the same way Churchill made his famous "V" for victory gesture. The barmaid then delivered five beers.

I do so feel for the Rat! I, too, hate for my fragile balance to be disturbed.

I live in apartment building and at one time was convinced a neighbor was maliciously ringing my doorbell at random times. The doorbell was wireless and had a battery powered pushbutton mounted on the outside door frame. There were three available frequencies labeled A, B, and C, selected in the ringer unit and controlling the activation frequency from the pushbutton unit. Turns out a neighbor had some device (like a remote control) that used the same frequency as my Frequency A and would literally ring my chimes every time they used their device. I switched to Frequency C and the problem went away. So, do you live in an apartment building or have nearby neighbors? Are your misbehaving machines remotely controlled (over-the-air transmitted signals)? Do have any new neighbors who moved in just before your troubles started? You might contact the seller from whom you purchased one your problem machines and explain the difficulties you're experiencing. They may be able to offer solutions. In the alternative, have you recently pissed of a gypsy queen, in which case, you're just done.

My mind automatically inserted an "I" into the WNE on the singlet, and my immediate reaction was "I'd love to pop his cork!" Very handsome man!

In the early 2000s I hired an escort visiting DC from Montreal. His escort name was Marcel, and he was drop-dead gorgeous, face and physique, and was very gifted between his legs. He didn't ask for gifts but was over-the-top conceited about his looks, Admittedly, he had a lot to be conceited about, but it felt a little creepy. We had lunch outside at a cafe on Connecticut Avenue and he drew my attention to several men passing by as well as a few of our fellow diners, saying "He wants to have sex with me. I can tell." He may have been right -as I said he was gorgeous- but saying so as he did did not add to his appeal. BTW, he was hot as hell in bed!!! In spite of his great good looks and his mastery of the sexual arts, I was never inclined to repeat. I haven't seen his RentMen ad for at least ten years, so I assume he reached his goals of financial security and retired from the business. I wish him well and hope he has gotten over himself at least a little.

I can understand the Ricky Ricardo angle, but the Fred Mertz thing would seem to scream optometrist appointment. As always, of course, each to his own.

As my friends know me to be a tad loquacious at times, their response to me saying "I'll give you my two cents worth," would probably be, "Oh, thank God! I was afraid we were going to get a dollar's worth!"

I love a man with a nice tool pouch! And that bulge looks like he's got a nice tool in it!

Does this mean the Garden of Eden starts at his ass?

An Indian chief once said, Only the government could think you can cut a foot off the top of a blanket then sew it onto the bottom and wind up with a longer blanket.

What I find curious about this particular female is that she was able to find a man drunk enough to be willing to fuck her and at the same time able to maintain an erection while looking at that face. As a man once said of his dog, if my dog had a face like that, I'd shave its ass and make it walk backwards. Oh! That's it! Doggy style!

Those who know me know that I am a big fan or dark humor. I suppose the difference here is that the stories I chuckle at are fictitious whereas this one is all too real and my funny bone can't stretch that far. So, no chuckle here on this one. But I'm glad some can.

So, she gave birth at home but wasn't sure until then that she was pregnant. Apparently, this vacuous vixen doesn't know pregnancy test kits are readily available at drug stores, nor that there are people called doctors who can provide insight in such cases. The cherry on top is, of course, appearing in a theater performance before coming back home to bury her dead baby; just another chore to line-thru on that pesky To-Do list. I somewhat question the possibility of a conviction since she seems to have the foundation for a persuasive plea of I'm a fuckin' nutcase. Perhaps we can at least ensure no future offenses of this kind but shoving a white-hot poker where it will do the most good. God! I hate this bitch!

I hope the box holds what I asked Santa for after I answered, Naughty!

Love the pants feature and would like to see more men wear it. However ... like the monokini (topless swimsuit for women by Rudy Gernreich from decades ago), most of those who would wear them shouldn't, and those who should, won't. Quelle dommage!

About 20 years ago I met a dancer in one of DC's Dupont Circle stripper bars and we agreed to meet later for a hook-up for a price. In those days, I was mortified at the thought of being seen dragging a handsome young man across a hotel lobby at 2:00 in the morning, so I would give him the hotel name and room number, then go to wait in the room. "Francois" (his stripper name) was from Montreal and was hot, handsome, and hung, three qualities I greatly admire in any man. We were just getting into our time together when he got a phone call, the gist of which was that his roommate was pissed and was trying to throw out Francois' things from the apartment, most concerning of which to Francois was a computer. He was visibly distressed over this and said he had to leave. I was so touched by his emotional response to the news that I gave him the full amount we had agreed to. He looked at me with a perplexed stare and said, "Why would you do that?" My honest answer was that I'm not going to make your bad night any worse and I truly feel sorry for your situation. He put his knapsack down, took off his clothes, and left several hours later. (It was very good!) I saw Francois almost every month for the next two years, before he moved back to Montreal, after which we lost contact. I regret I did not keep in touch and hope his life turned out well. He was not just a beautiful man; he was a beautiful soul. I guess my point relative to this thread and the young man who left money on the table is that in this fee-based business we call our hobby, it's still a two-way street, and fairness and consideration should flow both ways.

I would love to monk-ee around with this one!