Blond vs Dark Hair

I love dark hair. I've never been so partial to blondes, even if one of the great loves of my life, Mark, was, in fact, blond.

Thick waves framing their handsome faces, a T-mat across a well developed chest, downy line down a sexy stomach, a trimmed patch, a shaved sack, a sprouting crack, over his cheeks and down the backs of his thighs, to shapely, hairy legs, that is what I like, I cannot deny it.

"Hi, I'm Nick."

Olive skin, black hair, a nice smile and I'm already there.

"Hi, how are you?

Feel that buzz in my stomach, feel that smile want to spread across my face, keep it back a pace, meeting somebody new is a serious business.

"I'm great. And you?"

Don't mind if I do. "Yeah." Smile. I'm great too."

Feel the buzz, feel the twinkle in my toes and the twitch in my soul.

2009

“Hi, I’m Lachlan. How are you guys?”

Blond hair, blue eyes, he’d probably get all the guys. Brad Pitt. Owen Wilson. Paul Walker, come to mind.

“Yeah, we’re good,” says Nick and I in unison.

Lachlan smiles. Oh yes, Nick and I give each other sly looks. Who is this blondie who has gravitated into our hood.

And just like that, Lachlan pulls his t-shirt off over his head. “It’s hot isn’t it.”

Showing off his perfect hairy chest and stomach below, like of course he would.

Not to be out done, Nick peels his t-shirt off over his head. “I was just thinking the same thing,” he says. His perfect hairy chest suddenly on display. His hairy stomach disappearing into the front of his tack pants in the perfect way.

Lachlan reaches out and rubs Nick’s chest. “Nice,” he says.

“Thanks,” says Nick.

They both smile at each other.