If you grew up in a place where there were more cows than people, you remember the kind—tight jeans that hugged just right, boots scuffed from work, and sun-kissed shoulders that spent more time bare than covered. They didn’t have gym bodies, but the kind that came from throwing hay bales, fixing fences, and long days working the fields, tending their crops beneath the hot Southern sun. On weekends they were up before dawn to hunt, out fishing by midday, and sipping beer from a bottle or a red Solo cup by nightfall. Some wore cowboy hats, though in Alabama it was more likely a baseball cap. They smelled like sweat, soap, and summer air. Some were rowdy, some were sweet, but all had that quiet confidence that could make your heart skip. They were good ol’ country boys—the kind who worked hard, laughed easy, and lingered in your memory long after you left home, and if you’re honest, one of them was probably your first crush.
Joe
The Closet Professor 
October 18th, 2025 at 6:53 am
Joe thanks for the lovely country lads. As you said, no massive muscles but they will have plenty of stamina from all that hard work.
You can put time in the gym for muscles or endurance but rarely for both. I remember at school, the champion cross-country runner was a whippet of a lad. Tall and slim. Ditto the best squash players. The rugby scrum types were brawny and tough but slow runners.
I have met a few Special Forces troops. They looked like anyone else but were mentally as tough as steel, could speak several languages, set a broken arm and were a dab hand at Morse, shooting and living out in the wilderness for weeks on end undiscovered.
October 18th, 2025 at 10:20 pm
Yummy photos give me naughty thoughts.
I’m able to post comments again!!!!!