Because You Asked. June 30, 2008
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A while back, some nice lady asked if I wore boxers or briefs.
The nerve of some people!!!
And of course, being the buttoned-up kinda guy that I am, I declined to answer, on accounta I’m shy.
But then I got to playing with indoor lighting effects and flashless photography, and I figured, “What the hell…”
You know where this is going, don’t you?
If you’re at work right now, you might not want to scroll down…
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Or maybe you do! 🙂
Sorry for the soft-effect, but it was a four second exposure, and I got the urge to move part way through it…
Because Inquiring Minds Want To Know!
Little Bang Theory 
Of course, I click over here after visiting Lisa at Unglued…..
*sigh*
sometimes you just can’t plan it better than the universe deals it.
Dude:
The first lesson in seduction: take off your shoes AND SOCKS when doing beefcake poses.
Don’t believe me? Try cropping the picture and see the difference.
Regards,
Tengrain
Whatchoo talkin’ bout, “seduction???” I’ll have you know I’m a Nice Boy!
And as for the crop-job… I’m all about the socks. 😉
Very nice. Verrrry nice indeed.
YOUR PHOTOGRAPHY, I MEAN 😉
Because Inquiring Minds Want To Know!
You forgot the “that’s why.”
Oh, thank you, for my answer. Yeah, I’m taking credit for the question. I dig the socks, but hope you kick them off at some point during your all nighters.
Oh, and I agree with Jennifer. Verrrrrrry nice indeed.
oh, the socks make the photo!!!! : )
Oh my- even with the socks (I am with Tengrain on general in this regard) I feel a bit faint.
In a good way!
It’s all about the boots, man. And the socks.
This picture made my morning today.
Oh. My.
Oh Damn; my last failed to post.
OK, CR; what R U up to?
Oh no! Lemme think.
Oh, never mind.
Show off.
thermal hunting socks?
BP, they’re my Night Vision™ socks.
DivaJood, I’m just a booty guy!
And johnieB, about five three…
Well I was looking for Dcup and… well…(not really) anyway, Tengrain is right, about the socks I mean.
As a softer, gentler version of the quintessential American Cowboy, I intend to die with my socks on. You’ll have to wrestle them off of me.