It takes a special – a very special – guy to be hot when young and buff and steamy, especially stepping from the churning Hawaiian waves or bathing beautifully in an after-shave commercial, and extra-ordinary hot when smoldering in playful Daddyness, especially wearing an immaculately black and coolly creamy white tux.

And at the top of that very exclusive list of very specially hot guys has to be Tom Selleck.  Even when he was young (as in this commercial for Chaz Aftershave and Cologne), Tom looked like a daddy, what with his furry, masculine chest and that totally hot 70's porn star 'stache of his.  Damn, how I wanted to ride that 'stache until my hole was raw when I was 15.  And now, at 44 I still want to ride anything and everything Mr. Selleck would let me get at.

But this isn’t the place or the space or the time to celebrate Magnum PI’s swimsuited buffness, his tanned and chiseled athleticness, his playful and mischievous winks and grins.  No, sir, this is the place and the space to look at Tom not as he was, frozen in DVD box sets, but as the supremely elegant and fun daddy he’s grown into.
    

You know what’s great about Sean Connery … aside from everything, I mean? He’s got that unbearably smooth cool thing, that burly roughness thing, and that seething ferocity thing going for him and they’re all good. Incredibly good, I grant you, but that's not what’s truly great about the Scottish actor who's been on stage and screen since the 50s.

What’s great about Connery, Sean Connery, is that no matter his age, he projects a wonderful daddy-thing. Even when he was clumsy and gawky in <shudder> Darby O'Gill and the Little People, he had this smoky primal thing going on. Yeah he looked like his voice might have just broken but even then you knew that he’d be the one slapping you on the back while you sipped a pint at the bar, or the one playfully wrestling you for the check when it was time to drunkenly stumble home for some hot and heavy action.

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.

Here's something, ummmm, warm and inviting to think about on this cold, February day. The hot daddy-ness of our celebrated Presidents is a very no-duh: Washington would be a stern papa, the military dad full of strength and honesty; Jefferson would be the smart dad, intellectual and passionate; Roosevelt (Teddy, of course) would be the (ahem) rough-riding dad, roaring with vigor; and Lincoln would be a strong but vulnerable father, determination mixed with kindness.

I'll take the second from the right, thank you very much

But leave it to a German gay travel site to take Mount Rushmore and make the Presidential Monument into a silly-something that would make even folks who don't see that daddy-ness of Washington, Jefferson, Roosevet, and Lincoln think of them in a new light ... and from a whole new perspective. It's always been said that hindsight is in the eye of the beholder, no wait, that's not right...

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The first time I saw one, my reaction was … well, it was kind of like this: “Ick!” The second time, though, it was “Hmm…..”

The third time? Well, it wasn’t “Ick” or “Hmm….” Those earlier reactions were just part of the process by which I learned to appreciate the uncut dick.

Lots of people have the same reaction I did and it’s completely understandable. After all, circumcision’s been around for centuries, as far back as the Egyptians (if not farther), and is still a routine practice around the world. Some guys look down and see a plump, cleft-headed bulb –- so when they see someone with foreskin intact, naturally it looks a bit alien to them.

But although an uncircumcised penis might look unusual, it’s hardly that. After all, uncut is the way we’re born. For many folks, au naturel is the allure. They like knowing that what they see, feel, and taste is natural, rough, and primal.

For other aficionados of untouched foreskins, it’s a connection to the past. Maybe their partner is from an age when circumcision wasn’t as common as it is now. Or maybe their partner comes from anther part of the world (a place where the culture feels that what you're born with is what you're supposed to have).

And then there's the delectable smegma, the potion of sweat and semen that collects under the foreskin. For many fans, the smell, taste and feel of this treat is a powerful allure: something you just can’t get from a dick that’s been under the knife of a doctor -- or a mohel.