Monday, May 13, 2013

Pantheon: Jeremy Hall

I could easily get carried away thinking about Jeremy Hall. In fact, with your permission, I think I will. After all, why wouldn't you want to be carried away by Jeremy Hall?
It's been that way from the second I first laid eyes on and couldn't take my eyes off him. I've been hot for him ever since.
This is a beautiful, beautiful man ---
--- Sweet-faced, sensual, sexy as hell --- his lips, his big hands, those shell-like small ears; his soft puppy-dog brown eyes. The killer hot hard full body, nothing on it that I would not  --- at the very least --- kiss, and kiss again. Big fat veiny dick and a  seed-rattling set of nads to die for. A hockey-playing French Canadian guy who effortlessly plunders and romances and cross-references various personal obsessions of mine, like brawny hockey players, and jockstraps; like brawny hockey players in jockstraps; like French Canadian men; like serving  studly curious jock. And of course like sucking big suckable cock.

Like Jeremy Hall.

A man who looks good in and out of his kit or Speedos, and totally fucking brilliant in a jockstrap. A man I respect who astutely controls his own image and so is always as he is and as he should be: a natural top, an alpha, a feeder, absolute cocksucker catnip.

Jeremy Hall blows me away.


Jeremy served in Chi Chi LaRue's inspired BD-inspired 2 Of A Kind


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