LARGETONY Blog

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.

The long weekend and the holiday has got me off on my days. All day I’ve been thinking it was Tuesday and I almost missed the Hump Day post. So we’re officially into the second half of the year and therefore just past the halfway mark in the Hump Day experiment. Over the Hump Day hump, so to speak. (But between you and me, if I live to be a hundred and six, I will never be over humping.)

You really have to take a look at the full image on this one to get the full effect. It’s definitely effected me fully. To start with he’s fucking beautiful. Pure and simple. And he’s beautiful without being pretty. You get the feeling he rolls out of bed looking like this. And rolls around in bed looking like this. No matter what position…missionary, doggie, wheelbarrow, face-pressed-against-the-wall-with-gritted-teeth, each-grinding-stroke-thrusting-him-up-on-his-toes…you name it…he will still be beautiful. Fine art.

Totally fine art. A body like a sculpture. Not the hard-body chiseled-out-of-stone kind of sculpture. The sensual formed-by-your-own-hands-”Unchained Melody” kind of sculpture. (Throw that clay on the spindle and work it. And don’t forget to fire and glaze it.)

Not many guys, no matter how good of condition they are in, can really pull off wearing tiny little bikinis. It’s all about having the right shape. In the words of Goldilocks, “This one is just right.”(Of course for as little time he’d be wearing it, it’s a moot point. That fabric is so flimsy I could yank them off him like yanking a Kleenex out of the box.)

It’s the little details that make or break great art. Like those dimples where his ass meets his lower back. It shows that when God designed him, he gave it some thought. God didn’t put those dimples there just for form. There’s function in those indentations. It’s the perfect place to rest my thumbs while I hold him in place. Keeps me from getting carpal tunnel while I carve his tunnel. Ergonomics is true sign of excellent design.

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