This guy is the epitome of a muscle daddy. Every time I see him I’m blown away by how perfectly he fits the definition. Not only is he big, tall, and beefy, but he has this harem (I kid you not) of muscle boys that workout with him. (I’ve got Gym Sightings for weeks). Today I caught him changing out of his workout gear and into some thick, leather boots…right in front of my locker.
High fashion, clubbing and rainbows were all alien to Scott Roughmen. Never a fan of the nelly gays that plagued the Bay Area, he lived a masculine lifestyle of cars, baseball, dirt, sweat, wrestling and men.
“Men,” he muttered as he finished his workout and headed towards the locker room. Love was always a fickle subject for Scott, as men never seemed to stick around long enough to explore it with him…or perhaps he was too picky. His ideal man was Filipino (or Dutch), athletic, average height…
“Can I get to my locker?” interrupted a golden Filipino-Dutch boy. Surely, this was fate.
One day someone I draw will find my blog and freak out that I wrote such horrible smut about them. (Unless it’s accurate?)
