I actually can’t stop laughing at this photo. Pure beefcake. That cheeky glimpse of nipple. And that look of ‘you see dis body?’ on his face.
The only two times he’s rolled over of his own accord, he’s been naked. Call him crazy, but it’s just when he feels free to express himself.
Excuse him. He’s off to squeeze in some more bench presses before dinner.
(He’s going to hate me for this in fifteen years, isn’t he? Let’s hope blogs are obsolete by then.)