Hump Day, Week 24

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I get asked a lot what kind of guys I like. I never have a good answer to that question because I really don’t have a type. I like all kinds of guys. I don’t have preferences according to height, weight, hair color, race, any of that stuff. It really just depends on the guy. So I’m starting this little experiment. Since Wednesday is “Hump Day,” once a week I’ll post a picture of a guy that, given the opportunity, I would definitely hump. By the end of the year, I’ll see if there is a pattern that defines my “type.” This, of course, is done all in the name of science. NOTE: For more thorough research, click on the image.

Nothing like a man with a nice big meaty rump. Nothing. Yeah, I like pretty eyes. Yeah, I like juicy lips. Yeah, I like long legs. Yeah, I like a scruffy face. Yeah, I like a whole lot of other things. But a nice rump? Well, a nice rump trumps.

What else rhymes with with rump? Hmmm…HUMP. PUMP. PLUMP. SUMPtuous. And I do love to hump and pump a plump sumptuous rump. Look at him with that deep arch in his back, sticking his butt in the air like a landing strip. Ready for Operation Dumbo Jumbo Drop.

When a guy can arch like that, you know he can twist and rock and pinch and grab and do all kinds of things with his lower body so that you would swear you got yourself stuck in the taffy machine at the county fair. I wouldn’t doubt that he could make balloon animals out of your junk with both hands tied and blind-folded.

This guy is has a nice hot body and is pretty darned handsome, too. But, like I said…the rump trumps. Especially all served up on that rolling cart like that… Whoo! Who gives a shit about pie, when a fella offers you cake? Two cakes. Plural. And those ain’t no Little Debbie or Hostess snack cakes. Those are dense, rich, moist special occasion cakes. The occasion? Well, Hump Day, of course.

And the traditional Hump Day meal? Cakes filled with country sausage and smothered in milk gravy. Now, that’s a celebration.

8 Responses to “Hump Day, Week 24”

  1. BewilderedofLondon Says:

    Tony?
    Dr Seuss would be proud!
    I’d probably destroy the moment by blowing a raspberry on it.
    Then I’d park my bike…

  2. Larry Says:

    Well, I guess I know I’m not a bottom. That position looks VERY uncomfortable, and I’d be afraid of splinters– especially with an excessive penetrative force coming at me from above :) He is hot though!

  3. Sue Says:

    “Make balloon animals out of your junk.” I just love the imagery in your writing Tony! He does look like a good time… :P

  4. higher powered Says:

    Tony, you’re too much!
    So is he.

  5. michael o Says:

    I have to say it is an interesting albeit not the most flattering positioning but I wouldn’t kick him off my garden bench!

  6. Brian Says:

    Actually he seems to be resting on a dolly in front of an old fashioned freight elevator grate to me, but thick and creamy works for me.He’s also wearing shoes and socks which has to be a plus for you.

  7. Jay Says:

    LOL. Speechless again. Hey, he looks black-ish (or Latin). YAY! :-D LOL.
    The butt looks about right for that. :-)

  8. Rico Says:

    You are TERRIBLE! But pretty damn hilarious, too! Way to go Tony!

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