Is it the hairs? The stiff, bristly, undeniably manly, totally fatherly scratchiness of forearm hair? Is it the muscles? The corded, perfectly tough, wonderfully paternal muscles of a good forearm? Is it when they wrap around you? The warmly nurturing, the heated embracing of Daddy’s forearms?
There is more – so much more - to the appeal of the forearm. If you know, appreciate and love a good manly forearm then you know that the allure of the hottest, the greatest of that greater-than-great part of a man between the upper arm and the hand is primal and purely masculine. Other parts, sure, might have their hard-core allure, their base attraction: the tight fists of a perfectly toned and tight ass; the sculpted glory of a ideally buffed chest; the WOOF attention grab of a thick and long and lovely dick.
Forearms, though, have a mysterious appeal, a slippery attraction – but a powerful one nonetheless: one of those “know it when you see it” kind of thing. But even if you aren’t a hard-core, total aficionado, of a good daddy-esque forearm then that attraction can still work it’s magic on you: at the gym, watching movers haul furniture up and down stairs, on Dads playing catch with their sons, the flash comes as a shirt sleeve rides up and there it is in all it’s firm and perfect glory and you know – totally know – that it’s one of the best damned sexy things you’ve seen that minute, that hour, that day and, if it’s really good, maybe that month or that year.
That’s all it takes, you see, for forearm lust to get you – to wrap it’s maybe hairy, maybe muscular, maybe paternal, grip around your libido and hold on tight. It will come again, don’t worry: like a taste of something fine once it has its bristly, corded, warmly paternal hold on you it’s hard to shake loose. Before you know it when Sean Connery takes off his coat on a hot day, or Tom Selleck glows like well-aged amber on some Hawaiian beach you’ll be rapt and riveted just as if Bond (James Bond) got stripped down to his essential buck-naked Scottishness or Magum PI’s shorts got washed out to sea.