Hey, Four Eyes!
Oh, the ineffable pleasures of a muscle stud in reading glasses! The juxtaposition of intellectuality and animal magnetism is what does it for me, I guess. I only wish there were more photographs of hunks, stripped to the waist at least, in prescription eyewear. Too bad they're as rare as videos of guys wrestling while chewing Juicy Fruit gum--or else the furthest, quirkiest, wispiest corners of my kink could get more than an intermittent dusting.