As I've stumbled though my homo-ness, I have grabbed hot club invites and ripped out pages from magazines here and there, never quite sure what I was going to do with them. A part of me thought that they would end up covering the walls of my apartment as I descended into madness ala "a beautiful mind" (except that instead of differential equations covering the walls it would be cut out pictures of Clay Maverick's cock).
Anyhow, these first two guys are from ads I've picked up around New York during my decade long bar crawl.
The first super hot dirty-blond gas station attendant is a complete mystery to me. I've never seen another picture of him.
He has a passing resemblance to Parker Williams, but the tattoo is all wrong and he's much hotter.
The second guy is a bartender at The Eagle, who I have seen in the flesh and might just be my new secret boyfriend.
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