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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.

I’m in the home stretch of the Hump Day experiment. Week Fourty out of Fifty-Two. I can’t give up. I have to press forward. We all know that pulling out early is never satisfying…for anyone.
But, it’s getting hard. Hump Day, that is. Okay, me, too. But it’s getting harder to get me hard. (Hopefully that’s not too hard to follow.) I never dreamed it would be so difficult to come up with pictures of fifty-two guys that I would happily pound into a cream-filled sexual pudding.

It makes me doubt if I would be able to get busy with fifty-two different guys in a year. Fifty-two guys, mind you. Not fifty-two times. Give me one guy and fifteen days and I can get busy fifty-two times. But I think I’m just not wired right for fifty-two different conquests in a year’s time. In fact, there’s one Hump Day gay who I have multiple pictures of that I want to post for a second round, or seven.

I guess even when it comes to hypothetical sex, I lean toward monogamy. God, I’m such a weirdo.

But, in the name of science I will sacrifice my inherent morals and offer up this week’s stud. I think after fourty weeks, if not earlier, a pattern has definitely emerged: The beautiful eyes, the scruffy face, the getting naked in his truck…or somebody’s truck.

Remember how when you were a kid and your father or your grandfather let you sit in his lap and grab the wheel, letting you think that you were driving, when he was actually doing it all. That’s what I would do with this guy. Sit him on my lap and do a little driving. In fact, I’ll let him actually work the stick all on his own.

But, it won’t be a daddy / son thing with us. Totally man-to man. Or at least GOP Congressman-to-Page.

Previous Hump Day Guys

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