Well, this Christmas was one of those times.
You see, I have some far-flung relatives who live in the South. Kinda. Actually, it's pretty-much the Midwest now that I think about it. Okay, it's Missouri. In the Ozarks.
There be some mighty conservative peeps there. Not many of them take a shinin' to man-on-man kind of stuff.
My apologies if I might be generalizing a tad. Heaven knows that I mean no harm by it. I'm sure there are quite a few people in the Ozarks who appreciate brotherly-love... with people of their own gender. In fact, this Christmas, I found some-- right here in my own shirt-tail family! So yeah, generalizations don't always pan out.
But let me tell you about my cousins (fourth cousins, thrice removed, if I'm not mistaken), Bobby-Bob and Johnny-John. They're brothers. (Now, don't be getting all judgmental about incest and stuff!) Long story expanded, I figured it was high time that I spent some time reacquainting myself with some of my shirt-tales. Fortunately, I found that often, my shirt-tales didn't take a shinin' to actually wearing shirts.
No worries! As soon as I got out of the stretch limo from Rolla International Airport airport (the Board of Directors of MusclePla.Net are gracious enough to afford me with first class travel wherever I go) I was greeted by Bobby-Bob and Johnny-John (hereafter referred to as Bobby and Johnny). Bobby, on the left of today's pic, was deliciously shirtless. Muscles out to here. And a grin as wide as the Mississippi. Bobby placed his large arm around my neck and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Cousin Seanny!" he smiled. "I read your shit all the time! So good to see you after all these years!"
Indeed. Last time I seen Bobby, he was knee-high to a grass hopper; so was I.
His younger brother, Johnny (the dude on the right-- the one with the gorgeous eyes), was only shin-high to a grass hopper then.
Now, however, Johnny was all grown up and gorgeous. Bobby, however, was gorgeous times 10, and muscular off the scale.
It was a Christmas Miracle!
Bobby showed me to the guest room, and I settled in. Once I emerged from my suite in their house (I SO wanted to say TRAILER here instead of HOUSE, but I thought that might be too offensive to some),* I crept down the stairs (yeah, TRAILER wouldn't have worked anyway) to the dining area and looked out on the deck.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but the brothers Ozark-- engaged in all kinds of familial love. So I snapped today's pic. I swear on the good book, it's 100% true (fiction)! God, I love philadelphia.
A Christmas Miracle indeed!
Now that I'm home, back in the great Pacific Northwest, I just can't wait to see what New Year's Eve/Day brings!
*But WTF? I'm writing SMUT for crying out loud! Gay erotica! I post pictures of men engaged in gay sex! And I'm worried about offending Missourians? God, I need to see someone. Maybe my New Year's Resolution will be to see someone.