WoolGatherer

Eye candy

Rub-a-dub-dub, here's a hunk in a tub...

A Hump-Day treat

Somewhere, Superman is flying around in just a cape and a blue body-stocking. I bet he feels silly without his snug red trunks.

PS. You knew I couldn't deprive you of eye-candy indefinitely, right?

Hunk noir

Yes, this picture is on every queer blog in existence this week. So why not here, too?

Ah, Mr. Cohen. How we've missed you...

Just sitting around, being gorgeous...

 

Nice basket. Of fruit, I mean.

Geez, why the rush with the towel?

Andy Roddick's serve gets a lot of attention, but I'm even more fond of his tummy.

Thankfully, no one has offered him a shirt or a belt.

Or underwear.

 

Some Sunday fellowship...

 

Okay, just settle down. That's his thumb at the top of the towel.

Naughty, naughty hand...

I'm a tennis fan. Can't really stand any of the base-running games. However, this boy seems worth watching no matter what he's got in his hand.

Poor demure lad can't even meet our eyes...

Why do you suppose his cheeks are so flushed? I can think of several appealing reasons...

"From Queer to Eternity"

I think sort of carnal thoughts when I look at this picture. Sorry if that's wrong...

Anyone else think the mussed hair is extremely sexy?

I like where this seems to be going.

Mr. Statham can transport me anywhere he wants to go...

There's seedy, and then there's deliciously seedy.

I think he's looking at you...

Is that a Karl Rove tattoo on his arm? Because that would spoil things for me.

I know I'm prone to reading too much into things, but this strikes me as subtly suggestive. I suppose I'm just crazy.

Woof woof, bow-wow.

Purty.

This one makes me feel a little light-headed, quite honestly.

I spend a lot of time casually naked like this. The neighbors have signed a petition asking me to stop, though.

I do so love a spirited game of Twister. Seems like they forgot the game mat, though...

As you read this, I'm on a cramped NWA flight back to the USA. No reason you shouldn't get your Sunday fun-day, though!

Just a peek under the hood...

He seems a little serious, but a bit of tickling would probably sweeten his disposition...

Someone has DNA on his tummy...

He asked me to knit him a sweater, but I decided a scarf was all he needed...

For Scott B., an avowed fan of hairy legs...

Clip-clip, nip nip...

And the dogs say WOOF!

Water is nice, isn't it?

So the scar by his nipple... Are we thinking knife-fight?

Still, I'd like to go with coffee with him.

We texted for hours until I lured him to my house...

I just plain like this one.

Good day to you.

This one seem like someone you could actually meet. If you were super lucky.

Sure, he'd be taken, but you could meet him. Hypothetically, anyway.

As they say in the restaurant biz, GBD--golden brown delicious...

No ifs ands or...

 

How can this picture feel SO DELICIOUSLY SLEAZY when nothing at all is happening in it??

Huh. I kind of feel the same way about him that he appears to feel about himself...

 

Look, he has DNA on his tummy!

How can a fellow be so surly-looking with a body like that?