In Which We Are Uncredited

Once again, the evil internet pirates have absconded with my credit card numbers.  Goddamit.  I could ask in a piteous tone of voice, "How could this happen to ME?" but I happen to know full well how it happened.  My ongoing fascination with AI generated smut has led me down a dark path to several dodgy websites, any one of which would have been all too glad to boost my credit card and then share it with its nasty little friends. 

This happens every couple of years and I have become resigned to it.  I know the drill all too well.  I call my credit card company, admit my shameful indiscretions, and the lady on the other end then drills down through my charges to winnow out the bullshit ones (and of course they always have the most lurid names.  ". . . And there's one for BootLickinBitches for $13.99. . . ." and then I have to acknowledge that that is in fact a genuine charge of mine.) She will then cancel my card and turn me loose onto the thrilling roller coaster of updating all the subscriptions and automatic charges that are the lifeblood of my economy.  

I mentioned the last time this happened that it is a brutally effective way of dealing with all the ongoing charges that I have made and just never gotten around canceling.  Well, they're canceled now.  All the little piglets suckling at the Capital One trough are cut off.  Unfortunately, so are all the ones that I depend on.  My rent, my groceries, my Uber, even, dear god, my beloved Peet's cafe.  This evening I will have to dive into the madness, trying to remember my usernames and passwords of dozens of stupid sites, many of whom I have not had to log on to since the last time I changed credit card numbers. 

I tried to weasel out of this annoying little dance by begging the lady this time to just cancel those bullshit charges and not cancel my card.  Her response was pretty much along the lines of "Oh you know what? No." She seemed sort of sympathetic, but this was a dance she was also very familiar with.  At least I was prepared for it this time.

So anyway, here's some naked guys.  I gotta go figure out my Verizon account while I still have one. 

I know I rarely give enough attention to hairy daddies even though they are popular with many of my readers, so here is Matthew Herrick in all his fuzzy glory.

More Herrick, because I googled "hairy muscle daddy nude" and plenty of the results gave me the heeby jeebies, so I only have a few for you fur freaks.

What about Paco Rabo?

I would like to swat dat ass.

Skinny and smooth, that's more to mrpeenee's taste.

But here you go.

I try to be accommodating, but the world of naked men pictures just leans more towards smoothness.

Lastly, I don't know if this is AI or just plain old PhotoShop.  I have decided not to worry about it.