Break in a Busy Day

I've got multiple text messages going back and forth, phone calls I can't answer, a whole shit load of emails that are timidly asking for my attention, then someone comes into my office saying that a vendor is here to see me. WTF. I know I have to make time for this as there is a major cost associated with what I'm asking this vendor to do and they're looking at ways to save money. So I walk into the conference room and what do I see? the guy below, or more accurately a seemingly clone of the guy below, but wearing a shirt; short sleeves and big arms.

There are just some people in life that seem to have looks that just draw people in and these guys have it. I'm not talking about just a sexual thing here, but a raw masculinity that makes you think they won the genetic lottery, on looks and body type. The type of guy that you'd just want to be friends with, hang out with. Sadly, Brett died at a young age from a bad heart, but his image will live on after his passing. As for the guy in my conference room, a good looking early thirties guy with no wedding ring, I wonder if there's anything thing there to ponder?

The guy above is Brett Myscles aka Rob Sager (1977 to 2007)

The more I think about this guy, the more I'm wondering what my desire really is here. I've seen this model naked, with a raging hard-on, and have masturbated to those images and more. When I think about it, it's not about me sticking my cock in him or his in me, or making out with the guy, or having any sort of relationship with someone that looks like this. I just can't really define why my cock gets hard for something like this. I've had similar reactions to certain types of Italian sports cars that are being pushed to their limits on Italian back roads and that doesn't make want to have a relationship with a car, though if money weren't an object I would own several of them.