I stumbled across a picture of Brian Rousseau on Tumblr before I even knew his name. It was just his face with a teensy bit of chest hair peeking out from the neck of his t-shirt. Yet, despite the fact that I couldn’t see his dick (or even just his nipples), I had suddenly fallen balls-deep in lust with this guy. He’s dashing in a slightly messy way. He’s the kind of guy your mother would say “cleans up nicely”, but you’d just want him in all his scrappy goodness. You’d wake up next to him naked on a lazy Sunday morning, still smelling like sweat and semen. He’d yawn sleepily and move in for a kiss, and you wouldn’t even care that he hadn’t brushed his teeth yet.
As you hold his head, look into his eyes and run your fingers through the patch of hair on his chest, you’d feel your dick stiffen and find itself pressed between his thighs. Oops! It looks like he’ll have to take care of that again… He’s all yours for a bit longer. What do you want him to do for you?
– Dewitt
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Mmmmm, serious husband material.
Lovely, handsome, pretty man. When Mr. Rousseau is ready to show me his full birthday suit, then we can discuss what he can do for me until then he’s just another pretty, frustrating tease.
I want to nom his toes
He has very pretty eyes.
Handsome. He’s a nice mix of “nice guy” with a bad boy twist. And any guy with a hairy chest is a guy for me.