On my first seeing this I got a mighty shock, this guy looking so much like I did in my, say, early 30s, with the one sole difference being that his beard is very clearly brown whereas mine had always looked black (until, that is, it started going grey, and then white). In fact, apart from that it's so unnerving that I've been wondering if the colours in the photo have changed over time, and that this really was me. However, I don't recognise the settee nor the wall. It would have had to be a photo taken which I've forgotten about, taken by a guy I can't remember, and in a situation I can't recall - probably some one-night stand - like in Amsterdam, perhaps? where I had a few instances of getting so pissed on Jenevers that I woke up the next morning in unfamiliar surroundings with a throbbing hungover blur, having slept with a guy I hadn't realised I'd gone back to his home with - or, just as bad, not the same one which I thought I'd scored with. (The antics, if any, which we'd got up to during the night were beyond recollection) No, but seriously, I don't genuinely think that this can have been me, though now when I look at the pic I still have to do a double-take. Even our cocks are about the same size, not especially big but more than adequately fulfilling its function as a 'pleasure tool!' (Joy-stick?) I make no comment on the respective size of our balls - except to say that I wish mine looked this large 😀.
Quite amazing - as well as rather spooky!
