The title of this post says it all, and then some, but male model Ngo Okafor somehow says even more. I have never in my life been with a guy built like this, and if I had I probably wouldn’t have had the first clue what to do other than laugh nervously and get the hell out of there. Some things are too good to be true.
Is that a gun near his pocket or is he just happy to see me? While tattoos are not usually my thing, I’ll suspend that foolish rule for the sake of this bad boy, male model Mateus Verdelho. Is he bad because of his tats, or are his tats bad because of him. (I sincerely hope you didn’t come here today for the written word.) All we have are salacious pubic shots, all day and half of the night.
This post, and the near-naked ones that follow, is a complete lazy cop-out, designed for ease and speed when I’m too sick and tired to do much else. It is male model Tobias Sorensen, and he is only the first of a parade of male models for the day. Apologies for the lack of long-winded prose, but you’re probably already scrolling down to see how low the pubic hair shots go, so don’t let me interrupt you. Just don’t come back and revisit my words because that’s just plain rude. Enjoy the rest of the day… more to come.
It’s just a matter of time before Andrew Christian just does a hard-core porn film in support of his underwear line. And I can’t wait. Here’s his holiday promo:
Hunky Santas: The Holiday Card (Uncensored) from Andrew Christian on Vimeo.
While not technically a Hunk of the Day post, this will take the place of that feature for tonight, as Tom Daley has already been named as such here, and it’s a still a little too soon for a repeat. In this post he is stripping into a Speedo for the umpteenth time, as is his wont, for some charity or do-good event or blah, blah, blah. Even when not swimming, a Speedo appears to be his outfit of choice (like when he’s hawking books). Not that anyone is complaining, mind you, and if this is how he bulges into our lives post-Olympic-glory, more power to him.
It’s been a while since we’ve featured David Beckham here – well, a while by the standards of those of us who feature him quite often. I suppose my interest has slightly diminished over the last year or so – nothing against Mr. Beckham, well, maybe a little. Chalk it up to boredom with his underwear (or “Bodywear”) line, coupled with a disinterest, if not outright dislike, of his tattoo obsession/addiction. He’s coming back with some new holiday additions to his H&M clothing line, however, so it seems a good time to revisit him and his bulge. My fascination is a combination of a Brit obsession, the fact that he’s married to Posh, and his simple, slightly rugged good looks. His propensity for briefs over boxers is also slightly intoxicating.
A word on the jockstrap: never has there been a more functional piece of sports paraphernalia that also plays into the gay man’s idealized notion of what looks good on a guy. As far as form and function go, this may be one of the best examples of the two combining for a combustible homoerotic home-run. The way it gives support, while simultaneously framing the butt – I defy you to find something that speaks to so many on such different levels. While it’s not quite the turn-on for me that it is for others (they run perilously close to looking as ridiculous as a thong), I do like the support and freedom afforded during a workout or a run (with a baggy pair of gym shorts on top of them).
“Bullpen conversations cover the gambit of male bull sessions. Â Sex, religion, politics, sex. Â Full circle. Â Occasionally, the game–or business–of baseball intrudes.” ~ Jim Brosnan
A number of the hunks featured on this site are those who are requested by other people, or recommended by whatever is going on in pop culture – not necessarily those men I personally find attractive (unless we’re talking Ben Cohen or David Beckham). Casper Van Dien is one of those who may join that vaunted pantheon of sex appeal, and not just because he’s bound and gagged (though that definitely doesn’t hurt).
 He reminds me vaguely of a younger version of Andy (though at that age Andy had the requisite policeman’s pornstache – someday I’ll dig out a photo of that). So I guess if I had to pick a type of guy I liked, this would be one of the prototypes. There was, and remains, much ado about Mr. Van Dien’s nude scene in ‘Starship Troopers’ – a movie I couldn’t bring myself to watch, but I’ll seek out those screen shots another day (a daily Hunk of the Day feature is going to require some thoughtful spacing-out of our chosen gentlemen).  He also went naked but for a loin cloth in a ‘Tarzan’ remake, another movie I missed. Sometimes it’s best to wait for the naughty excerpts and forego the hefty price of a movie ticket.
Here we find Tom Daley and his Speedo hugging Matthew Mitcham in his Speedo, which can only result in a very happy photographic moment. Enjoy.
Meet male model Joseph Sayers, whom I recall from an ‘xy magazine’ spread he did about 15 years ago. He’s aging much better than me, but rather than envying that I’m going to be happy for him. It’s always nice to see someone from xy make something out of their life. [See: Benoit Denizet-Lewis.]
But enough of my blabbering…
What would you do for an uncropped version?
While I’m away in Boston, here are a couple of Ben Cohen photos for your enjoyment – some of which are from the shoot for his 2013 Calendar. In an age of ubiquitous manscaping and razor massacres, it’s good to have someone like Ben representing the natural state.
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It was a summer of the hawks.
It was a summer that started with something that shook me to the core – something from which I never did fully bounce back – and so it was shaded a little more dimly than usual, even if the sun was at its hottest and most consistently spectacular. That something was my service as a juror – and the life-altering tale of my jury duty.
It was the summer that was almost saved by a Madonna song.
It was the summer of the Speedo – as the Olympics reigned and took my mind off other things. Thank you Tom Daley, Michael Phelps, Matthew Mitcham, Ryan Lochte, Sam Mikulak, Danell Leyva, and the wonderfully naked Epke Zonderland. (And let’s not forget that Olympic boner.)
It was the summer I left the Romaine Brooks Gallery after four years as Gallery manager.
It was the summer Prince Harry got shirtless – and then went completely starkers in Las Vegas.
It was the summer of a birthday weekend that began in Boston and ended in Provincetown, a summer that was somehow rescued by my very first whale watch.
It was the summer that found the first – and most major – phase of our website update.
It was the summer that Madonna gang-banged her way around the world with her MDNA Tour – bringing to mind my first piece of Madonna from 1990.
It was a summer that set us up perfectly for Fall – as they all seem to do – a summer that ended with the reflection on nine years of summers on this website. The end of summer is not the end of the world. There are good things to come.
The first thing I noticed about the above photo of Chase Finlay, a dancer in the New York City Ballet company, was the outfit – I swear. Once upon a time, I might have pulled that off. I believe it’s for his role in Balanchine’s ‘Apollo’. (It would have been perfect for my role as Avenue Pub out-of-town whore circa 1998.) Ahh, youth…
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.)
