I’m 99.9% sure that “Brennan” here isn’t really a “Brennan” at all. He’s probably more of an Al or a John. A simple guy with a simple name.

I like to think of him as Mr. Manning or Mr. Davidson. For my pre-teen self he would have TOTALLY been the kind of man that would have gotten me all hard & horny. He looks like a neighbourhood kid’s dad… a guy you’d see at a family campground or in the grocery store buying disposible diapers & Granny Smith apples.

I always had sex crushes on guys like this. Shirtless dads on the beach… mmmmm… always fantasized about sucking their dicks or getting ass raped by them in the campground showers. Sadly as a kid I never had hairy ass crack fantasies like I do now (though fantasies have become pure continuing reality in my adult life). Never even thought of dad ass. Seriously. Just handsome faces, hairy chests & tasty schlongs made young Coach a happy dirty boy.

So thank you “Brennan” for stirring up my childhood sexual urges… now I’m off to satisfy my adult ones…