Jeff Bridges As Terry Brogan In AGAINST ALL ODDS (1984) Dir. Taylor Hackford

Flawless body on a golden god

Guys look at Trevor Donovan

College was the first time I ever saw guys playing rugby, and boy, what a revelation that was. These guys were all huge like this dude. Big and muscular -- not in a weird roided out way like a lot of body builders, but also not in a flimsy male-model way. They were manly, thick with muscle, and able to put those muscles to work. I could be a bit pervy at times, taking my homework out to the field where they practices and watching them play, often with their shirts off. Part of me wanted to be one of them, to have a body like this one. But as I’ve grown older, I realize I wanted to be used by them, like the girls they’d fuck. I imagine what it would be like to ride one of them, with my hands on their chest, as a huge cock dug its way inside of me until it evoked a powerful feminine orgasm inside of me. Woof.

Woof, this guy is gorgeous.

Guys like this make me feel so insecure. He’s handsome, in great shape, and wearing a very slick suit -- an alpha, probably applauded by others for being put together and successful. Still, with the beard and the earring, there’s a bit of an edge to him -- masculine and hip, but not in a try-hard way. 

I want desperately to be him, but I never will be. He’ll always get the girls I want. People like my parents will wish they had a son like him. My coworkers will always be more impressed with him than with me.

If I pursue this line of thought too far, I start to become obsessed with guys like him. My jealousy morphs into desire, and before I know it, I want to be one of the girls he’s fucking. I want to kneel before him and worship his giant cock or lick his abs. I want to be his bitch.

Men like this make me wish I were a woman.