Recently relocated contractor, trying to rebuild a life after a year of loss and turmoil. But I'm a survivor, and looking forward to facing life's future challenges.
Let's put this right out front, shall we? I am a real man. I drink, I smoke, swear, scratch and even fart occasionally. I have hair on my chest and meat on my bones. I work hard and play harder. At the end of a long day, if you think I look like I need a hot shower and a cold beer, you're right.
I don't wear cologne, or after shave, or body spray, but I do know the proper use for soap, water, toothpaste and deodorant. So after that shower, when I wrap my muscular arms around my guy, all he smells is good clean man scent.
I'm a loyal friend and a dangerous enemy. I'm opinionated. I eat red meat.
I'm also kind, considerate, and love to cuddle.
In the sack I can give you the wildest ride of your life, or be the gentlest lover you've ever known.
I'm looking for friends, and possible playmates (smooth in shape bottoms under 35) But probably not gonna mix the two. Too many chances for emotional entanglement.
If you want to be one, or the other, read my whole profile, and preferably a few of my blogs. If they don't tell you what you need to know about me, ask. I won't bite, promise.
Oh yeah, I put my face and a whole lot more of me on the site for the world to see. If you're still closeted, that's cool, I can be discreet, but if you want to get to know me, you need to have at least a face pic up here, even if it's locked. I don't take candy from strangers.
That's it. Next move is yours.