Sweet Gay Cahil
I know he’s got a sweet layer of hair that neatly covers his thigh. It’s not a linebacker’s thigh. But it would do for an oarsman, or a swimmer. Make that a midshipman with a midshipman’s cock able body, and with a very adequate heft.
All the same, he’s dressed in his early photos.
The one I like shows him off, adorably tussled, the layers of his dress shirt and tee artfully wadded and pulled asunder to show off his sweet young body, the hint of bones at the neck. The rows of his hair are like porcupine-backs-or the arcing fins of hairy swordfish. His brows are like cheerful pyramids, over a grin that would turn Oscar the grouch into green goo. The cock of his head says; what are you waiting for?
Café au lait skin, smooth and creamy, till about halfway down the chest. Then it erupts with a wonderful trail of black fur leading to the belt-line.
Square hands and black pants bar and block, and invite as well, to come inside, and see what’s next.
Check out Cahil’s pictures at Istanboys.com.
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