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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.

Just like having a grower, you have to enlarge this one to get the full effect. The head to tit shot just doesn’t do him justice. I look at the picture and attempt to write something, but all I can manage is to come up with is “DAAAAAAAAAAAAMN!” or “DAYUM!” Take your pick.

He’s got a face that is movie star/model, hip dude, college hunk, and take home to momma all rolled into one.

Then there’s the body: The body with pecs that have the perfect amount of slabbage. (Call me Goldilocks, but some chests are too big, some chests are too small. This one is just right. And it doesn’t hurt that he has those radio dial nipples. I would work those things until I tuned in Singapore). The body with the deep ridges of abdominal muscles. Slabdomainals. Imagine filling those grooves and valleys with your lustful discharge and watch it roll and pour through the crevices like it was a third grade project detailing the flow of the Mississippi and it’s tributaries. “Teacher, I will now demostrate the effects of a damn bursting.”

It’s cool that he brought a backback along. He’s prepared for anything that way. He can carry a stash of lube, rubbers, and a change of underpants. Plus the pack will be the perfect size to place under the small of his back to give me a little more elevated access. I’m tall, so even kneeling with his legs over my shoulders, it helps to have a bit of an angle to the entry.

You probably think it’s something I’m into, since so many of the Hump Day guys are wearing little necklaces with shells and animal teeth and shit. But, really, I’m not crazy about them. The beauty is in the bearer. And the barer the bearer the better. But, necklaces and chokers could come in handy as leads when we work out way into doggie. If it was a movie, they would break from tension at the very moment I cum. Symbolic of the me spilling my load inside him, the camera would then cut to a slow motion shot of the beads tumbling and spilling onto the floor.

Hmmmm….He’s gonna need more necklaces.

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