Okay, this isn’t exactly an official Hunk of the Day post, and this particular gentleman has already been granted that honor. Yet when Jake Shears deigns to get almost naked, who am I to not put it up? Yes, he’s been more naked here before, but these are a few new shots. And really, who’s going to complain? I’m not sure about the hair – I tend to like my drapes to match the carpet – but to each their own.
Forget the shirtless – let’s just take off all their clothes. Here is a brief (or brief-less) collection of some of the guys who have deigned to remove their sartorial armor and get all buck naked (and in most of these cases buff naked). There’s no ailment a little gratuitous male nudity can’t instantly fix, or at least soothe. So without further ado or pesky clothes, here are some of those naked men.
It begins, fittingly, with the royal tush of Prince Harry, baring his bottom whilst gaming it up in Las Vegas.
Though he is technically naked here, you may not be happy with the hands of Adam Levine’s girlfriend, covering up his junk in annoying jungle red.
Things get a little Biblical with a man named Jesus (Luz), who once dated the real Dude’s mother’s namesake, Madonna.
Feel free to play ball with Patriot Rob Gronkowski and don’t bother wearing a cup because he didn’t.
Though he was already featured earlier today, he wasn’t naked. But Nick Youngquest is naked now.
This past week has seen a drastic transformation of the gardens, thanks as much to Mother Nature as to my mother-fucking muscle. My back is on strike, my feet simply quit, and my hands couldn’t pull the trigger on a pair of pruning shears to save my life. But the work got did, the yard got cleaned, and the beds and borders have not looked this good in a long time. After a few years of wild, over-grown and unchecked wilderness, this was the time I took it back. It was a time to be ruthless, and I was. I’m paying for it a bit now in callouses and back-aches, but it was worth it. Onto the previous week’s recap:
It begins, fitting with a few gardening posts, both practical and philosophical, (and just plain pretty) inspired by a great book on gardening and life, ‘The Backyard Parables’ by Margaret Roach.
There was music by Muse, both mad and divine.
I don’t know what is going on with the restaurant bars in Downtown Albany, but they seem to be losing their way. Case in point, this martini at La Serre.
The Hunk of the Day returned with a shirtless vengeance, featuring the easy-on-the-eyes likenesses of Nate Berkus, Trevor Donovan, Jon Bon Jovi, Terry Miller, Alex Pettyfer, and Marques Houston. (And I threw in some Tom Daley in a Speedo for good measure.)
The Lenten Rose wept as honey poured forth from Madonna’s gash… oh wait, I’m mixing up gardening and the ‘Sex’ book again…
As you may have guessed, I saw no reason to include any corresponding shots other than Trevor Donovan naked and in his underwear. Sue me.
As a follow-up to this mega-collection of naked male celebrity photos (The Erection Collection), and a pre-Easter treat in the limbo-like suspense before He rises (oh blasphemy), here is another group of former ‘Hunks of the Day‘, hyper-linked for easy access and studded with a few new photos for your man-candy Easter baskets. I’m not going to group them into any sort of order or label as I did last time, partly because we as humans defy such quick categorization (but mostly because I’m just too damn lazy and it will be enough searching through the archives to find a decent spattering of male celebrities getting their nudity on).
By the way, if you want to search the Archives yourself, scroll down to the bottom of the page, click the drop-down box for the ‘Archives’ section, and select the month and year you wish to peruse. If you go to the bottom of the pages and hit ‘Older posts’ you can keep going back, back, way on way back when…
The very furry Scott Caan…
The artfully inked (and aptly-last-named) Stuart Reardon…
The sporty Nick Youngquest…
The perfectly pubic Noah Mills…
The beautifully bountiful Columbus Short…
The sexy-back singer Justin Timberlake…
The arguably cutest of the three, Nick Jonas…
The ever-Speedo-clad Tom Daley…
The gleefully shirtless Darren Criss…
The oh-so-young-but-still-hairy arm pits of Taylor Lautner…
The specimen of perfection Scott Herman…
The dashing dancer/football player Victor Cruz…
The shirtless guy from all the shows I never watched Chace Crawford…
The falsetto smoothness known as Adam Levine…
& the manliest man Sacha Harding.
Andy was kind enough to give me the gift of fragrance for Valentine’s Day, and I narrowed my selection down to two of Tom Ford‘s Private Blend scents: Ombre de Hyacinth and Oud Wood. This past weekend in Boston I made the final decision, and chose the Oud Wood, filling in the seasonal fragrance gap I’ve had in Mr. Ford’s line.
Here are the Private Blends I currently have, and when I like to wear them, more or less:
Obviously there is bound to be some overlapping, and these are not strict guidelines, just general ones, as my cologne choices tend to be dictated by weather and season more than name. Additionally, the beauty of the Private Blends is that many are designed to work well in combination with each other, and it is the only cologne line that I’ve found in which this is true. (I’ve never mixed or matched anything else because it gets overpowering – which is sometimes the over-the-top point of Mr. Ford.)
A recent FaceBook post of mine indicated that I could never bring myself to make Justin Bieber a Hunk of the Day – and I am staying true to my word. So this is not a Hunk of the Day post – it’s sort of a wanna-be Hunk of the Day post, as it features Mr. Bieber mooning the camera. The idiot then went reportedly put it on Instagram, then promptly deleted it. Because, you know, Instagram and things on the Internet are so easily erased and forgotten. For those Beliebers out there – and for those who hate him – here is the butt pic. There’s something in it for everyone. (He is eighteen, right?)
You know we don’t do full-frontal male nudity on this site (well, almost never), but we often come pretty damn close. And this is about as almost-full-frontal as you can get, courtesy of Nick Youngquest who clearly has no problem, nor should he, getting naked at the drop of a hat (and everything else).
Leave it to ‘Attitude’ magazine to get the boys to drop trou and cup it. As the great Bonnie Tyler once sang in her raspy voice ‘Turn around…’
Sometimes an actor’s talent gets lost amid all the other assets he has on display. Such is the case with Milo Ventimiglia, whose performances tend to get overshadowed by other things.
It’s not a bad problem to have, and he wears it quite well.
Paul Rudd has never really done much for me, being one of those quirky guys that some people find incredibly sexy, while others couldn’t be less attracted to him. I’m somewhere in the middle on that spectrum, but when I saw the New York Times’ poster for his current Broadway effort ‘Grace’, I did a double-take because of how decent he looked. Then I found these other pics, from a Saturday Night Live stunt, and returned to my usual apathy.
When I posed the question of who had the better butt between Channing Tatum and Joe Manganiello earlier this week, I got a few responses, but it ended up in a virtual dead heat. I hate a tie, so I’m re-posting the challenge, this time with a couple of GIFs to give a more realistic view of their assets. So, do you still stand by your original man? Once again, Channing is on your left, Joe is on your right. Choose wisely.
Based on the following two photos alone, I’ve got to give the slight edge (one might even say ‘rim’) to Channing Tatum – though in real life Mr. Manganiello is probably slightly more fit/built. Truth be told, neither of these guys is my type, or what I usually find attractive in a guy, but they each have their fervent admirers, so this double-billing goes out to them.
Above, Mr. Tatum; below, Mr. Manganiello. Who brings up the back best?
While one of Rob Gronkowski’s naked shots was already posted here, it’s Sunday Football time again, with an AFC Championship Rematch that finds the Patriots facing off against the Ravens. The Pats go in with one loss, and haven’t lost two in a row in quite some time… that’s about all I got from the ride home with my brother – more on that later. For now, enjoy this bit of uncharacteristic sports talk and footballer nudity.
Justin Timberlake has been rather quiet of late, at least musically – and I don’t believe I’ve seen any of his movies other than his voice-over for one of the ‘Shrek’ films – oh wait, there was ‘The Social Network’ and he was very good in that. I’ve seen some of his comedic acting chops on ‘Saturday Night Live’ (that was his ‘Dick in a Box’) but nothing else. His music was the area of his to which I paid the most attention (and even then it wasn’t much after he left N’Sync – yeah, I’m one of those gays – give me a boy band and I’ll sing and dance).
At any rate, here’s his naked butt, from one of those movies I have yet to watch, ‘Friends With Benefits’.
Personally, I don’t mind where he derives his most satisfactory creative fulfillment, as long as he does a few photo shoots (like the one that produced the picture below) aimed at the audience that comes here. Hey Justin, we’re you’re bread and butter. Spread some.
According to Queerty, Reichen Lehmkuhl is heading to law school to get away from the evil blogger queens (excuse me?) who are attacking him for being so perfect. Here is how he puts it: “As much as I will miss the illustrious and fabulous life of an ‘A-list reality star,’ being public, being subject to the small but progressive, loud and proud, “gay-hate and take-down-other gays†judgment machine, and being the target of gossip from the flawless corps of amazingly accomplished, secure, sassy, role model bloggers of the gay media hate-o-sphere… the dignity department of my soul tells me that it’s time for a new direction.”
Not sure law school is the way to go, but at least he’ll be able to figure out if he has any chance of successfully suing folks for putting up those full-frontal images of the jerk-off session he did online – wait, can you sue your own self? Check into that, Reichen. (We don’t do full-frontal here, so you’ll have to look those up yourself; I’ll give you his ass as a consolation prize.)
Birthday greetings go out to Prince Harry, apparently the most fun Royal that England has going for it today (with the possible exception of Kate, pending publication of her topless pics). I think we’re all still coming off the high of seeing his memorable Las Vegas naked photos (censored and uncensored).
