There’s something about cleanliness and its position next to godliness which truly causes self-cleaning to gain a level of importance. I mean, if I ever intend to be the gay Jesus – I need to start acting like it now, right? And growing out my hair again… but that likely won’t happen. Anyway – the trouble is that I have no problem with a man with a good smell of hard work about him. There’s that sweat (or glow) that’s excusable, because it says, “I’m putting in the effort, because I’m a man…” But yellow pit-stains and the scent of brimstone when a dude walks by just doesn’t shout ‘get my clothes off and go to town on my pungent nethers’.
Realistically, though – it really depends on the man. I can think of a certain object of my lust, whose fault it was (by no real doing of his own) that I was outed to my parents. He did suffer from a dire need for a pit-bleaching, but I would have found the means to ignore any distasteful sensibility if the opportunity had ever arose. But thus is the nature of High School crushes. Hmm… but perhaps I have said too much.
Regardless, those coming in looking for the next in the Christmas series may well be disappointed – because the Christmas ‘theme’ tend to be my Saturday comics… and while there is only one Saturday left before Christmas –I will share that I do have plans to plug another strip regarding the big bellied bringer of booty prior to C-Day. And whose to say – next year may bring tidings of joy and the return of Cockblock, still up to his old tricks again… Now, back to my Christmas wish list…
Item 1104: Hollowed out teddy bear/fleshlight cozy.