Friday Night Man Approved Man Flesh
First up is Damien. He is a sizzling Latin stud who's incredibly skilled with his hands. The over-sized wrench he's holding suggests that he knows a thing or two about pipes. As his smoldering eyes burn holes right though to your core, Damien growls, "Hello M'am. How can I be of service?"
This is Rock. His tits are huge. Let's face it, women who get tripple-D breast implants don't come out with tits that big. And the crevices between his ab muscles are vaguely reminiscent of that little canyon in Arizona. Just look at that sultry glare, the chiseled jaw-line, and the arrogantly cocked head. He knows he's sexy. You know he's sexy. He knows you know he's sexy. Now that everyone's on the same page, who wants to jump in that shower and help him scrub his back?
Johnny is a college student and is also Rock's younger brother. (The head-tilt is a genetic trait that runs in the family.) Johnny thinks he's a bad-ass. But, in reality he's just a cocky, skinny punk who carries a football around to fit in with his frat brothers. He's doesn't quite have enough hair on his face to grow a full beard. Instead, he defiantly juts his stubbly chin out: "Rawr. I'm a tough guy. Don't mess with me, because someday I'm gonna grow up to be a stud. Until then, I'll totally get my roided-out brother Rock to beat you up if you even try to start something with me."Next week perhaps will explore the vast wonders of men in underwear. Or maybe guys playing sports whilst scantily clad. We're also open to taking suggestions. What do the ladies readers of Mitchieville want to see? What about the other gay guy who reads this blog? Phone lines are open, cast your votes now.
And, until next time, remember: Studies show that a weekly dose of Man Flesh actually improves your heterosexual health!
Posted by Logan
Labels: David Hasselhoff, Friday Night Female Flesh, Friday Night Man Flesh




