everything about KB is perfection. even the way he baits us, with comments about
being top or gay. his capri vacation is perfection. his incredible body and beauty.
his cat, his books, his gaze, his sarcasm, his flexing, his nonsense. it all builds into
endless sexual beauty and tension. He is so normal and informal, yet unreachable.
its all one big tease. one big bait. one big game between a show off and too shy.
the full advantage of being naturally sexy af, his bad photo is better than your best.
curating poses of his masculine energy and muscularity for millions of erections.
is he gay? is he straight? is he bi? does he know? the dance of flirtation continues.
we care? no, we all want to see KB have sex. we want the buit up tension released.
we all have our sexual fantasies about men around us. at work. neighbors. friends.
they may stay hidden fantasies forever, and so will KB. in the realm of the hidden.