Men In Their Underwear - Tumblr Posts

Chris really was a TERRIBLE driver. As a pile driver, well, he wrote the book and made the video. Well, technically their neighbor Luke shot and edited the video and Chris made Brad's day then the next two sore. The book itself was typewritten on his iPhone...

Chris stopped himself there.

Hmmmmm… writing captions for promo photos more challenging than expected. It was always difficult for Chris to understand where and when people needed details and clarification. If it were up to him this post would just say “Chris. A great lay.” Even that rang redundant. Didn’t the picture say that?!? Rain forms on the leeward side of that thing.

Well, maybe he’d write it anyway. If Madonna could pass off the obvious and overtly sexual as art, so could he.

“Chris. Honey. Listen. I got to go. This bed is floating again….”

(garble on the other end)

“Yep. Ok. Yeah. I know. I miss you too. Can’t wait to get back. I would like to be in our bed with you. It touches the ground.”

(Brief phone garble)

“Totally agree. I don’t get it either. I really thought future technologies would be more helpful. I mean, one too may hair dryers plugged in at this hotel, and you move from a gentle hover to a very rude whiplash of a wake up call in the space of three feet. I’ll tell you what’s really messed up tho…This phone has a cord.”

(Phone garble)

“For real for real. Yes. I could die by strangulation at any second. You know what?This hotel is on a crash course for one hell of a lawsuit. I can see four, maybe five people getting killed before someone with enough money and connections to go to court comes along. The place is spendy but not exactly regal.”

(Phone garble)

“Well listen, its been full on with this crap for all of us since 1945. I’m all for global therapy. It’s just needed.”

(More phone garble)

“Yep. With you there. Whatever critics say, Cold War is still war. It’s literally right there in the name. Denying that is even more ridiculous than climate change. Who knew we could exceed in all the wrong places? We’ve got quite a bit to work thru huh? I see how we call it the ‘work’ now. Ok. Listen. As I mentioned, this bed is on the move. I’ve got to go. Wish me luck. Love you. Will text to let you know I survived in the morning ok?”

(Brief phone garble)

“Ok. Lots of love then. Good night Chris. I will text in the AM. I love you Brad Bradly.”

Chris hung up and let out a sigh. Saying it outloud did it no favors. There was no way Chris was taking that name in marriage.

Chris tried going through the lyrics again.

“A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. The medicine go down. The medicine go down”

Good Lord. How was this ever a children’s song?!? Brad and Chris’s posts on Tumblr get flagged for using flesh colored clothing.

Brad and Chris’ neighbor Luke didn’t get it. Why would he cut the cord? The phone would no longer work, and it would ruin the whole look. He also paid his ex’s AT&T bill a year in advance and felt he should get something out of it.

Chris looked outside at the chaos below in search of its cause. Whatever presented itself here was big… really big. Like BIG, BIG.

Well, it was a good thing his thong was tiny. Perhaps it might help balance things out. Gay fashion always did thrive on size differences and exaggerated proportions.

Whatever it was, it was what it was, and what that was Chris didn’t know.

The people below sure seemed pretty clued in tho…

What Chris needed was more back up …but could he wear more than one thong? The thought consumed him. This second thong thing was a first.

Wait …no. No it wasn’t. He and his equally hot boyfriend Brad did that all the time when dancing. More layers meant more tips as they poured in every time something was taken off. So then what the f was this whole fiasco below all about?!?

Chris found himself more frustrated than ever. He was either at the cusp of figuring it out or really really horny and just not aware of its manifestation…

Well… In a stroke of luck, the whole thing blew over a few minutes later when Brad came in the room. He was already stirred up by some random exhibitionist that was live streaming and didn’t know it. Brad almost felt bad for the guy but he was just too hot to let that in.

Chris wouldn’t make the connection until catching himself on the balcony webcam grilling extra plump double jumbo hot dogs on their balcony wearing the same vintage blue Body Aware thong the following St Patrick’s Day.

You know, if it wasn’t for the local dry cleaners to take their lunch at the only time Chris could go by punctuated by a deep disdain for getting pinched, Chris may have never figured it out.

Brad didn’t need anything on his toast. He had all this manspread. Did you need some because the jar was leaking.

Chris aired his dirty laundry like nobody;s business.

Bros wear thongs 😌

Good night, be good boys

Well, long story short, I sent an ambassador application to C-IN2 and got approved.

I’m so happy to see different kinds of bodies get more representation on social media, and even happier that brands like C-IN2 are interested in giving them visibility.

The briefs are comfortable af by the way 🦦✌🏻

I’m so fucking horny

Damn I’m really hairy

I gifted myself this 🦦✨

Come cuddle bro

Best T-Shirt ever

Follow me to the toilet

The men / The underwear

If you could smell my balls…