FabGuys.com: Rob (51) & Brad (44) , Couple (MM) in Loughrea, Galway, Ireland

TL/dr: Not a dom. Don’t send dick/hole pics. Will ask for a face pic. Vers. Sub now and then.

What I do.:

I do lots of things. I’m Rob (in red) and I do Brad—both the man and the thing. When I’m not too busy getting distracted by how good he looks in (and out of) a towel, I’m writing novels with more plot twists than my own sex life. I also host a podcast, which is really just me talking about stuff in the hopes people are thinking about the same things... like how to successfully seduce your husband after a long day of adulting.

When I’m not writing, podcasting, or giving motivational speeches (though I prefer oral), I’m walking my two dogs or hanging out with my cats... and occasionally pretending to be a responsible adult.

What I/we are looking for:

Friends. Friends with benefits. Benefits.

Alright, listen up. If you're sliding into my DMs thinking a disappearing face pic is gonna do the trick, you're mistaken. How am I supposed to show him your gorgeous face if it’s gone faster than my patience for bad Wi-Fi? Seriously, no disappearing, expiring, poof-it’s-gone nonsense. If you want to hook up with me and/or me and him, you gotta bring your A-game, which starts with a proper face pic. Preferably one where you’re not hiding behind sunglasses, a hoodie, or half the frame. I need to know what we’re working with.

And if I’m interested (which I very well might be if your face pic hits the right notes), I’ll be asked to move this chat outta here. For chat this app is shit. If you don’t wanna move so be it but I’ll still be asking. No, I don’t/won’t do SnapChat.

Oh, and before you even think about getting cute with your assumptions, let’s make this crystal clear: I am not a Dom. Louder for those at the back or the ones who think they know my type: I AM NOT A DOM. Sure, I might take the lead, throw a few directions your way, maybe guide you through a little something, but that does not mean I’m your Daddy. Oh, and if you call me daddy while we’re fucking I’ll go floppier than rabbit ears that have gone really floppy.

What interests me!

Well, I could say the usual stuff like movies, PS5, and my two adorable dogs (who have better personalities than most humans, by the way). I’m team DC over Marvel. Sorry, Marvel fans—nothing gets me going like Batman in tight armour. And yes, the DC movies are shit compared to Marvel but I’m still DC all the way. I also knit, crochet, and sew because why be your typical gay when you can be the kind of guy who makes his own scarves and then uses them to tie up his… wait, was I saying?

Look, I’m brutally honest. I say what I mean, no filter. You’ll always know where you stand with me—whether that’s on my good side or over my knee, metaphorically speaking (or not, depending on how the night goes). You’ll never have to guess what’s on my mind because I’m about as subtle as a wrecking ball in a glass shop. If you can handle that, then great, because I’m here to make friends. And if we end up fucking? Well, so be it. If all we do is fuck and forget to make friends, I guess that’s okay too. Just don’t expect me to remember your name unless you blow me away—figuratively… or literally. No pressure.

Now, let’s put all the cards on the table. I’m not into skinny or femme guys, but hey, I’m not ruling you out if you can bring something special to the table (or bed, depending on the situation). I like my men hairy or smooth, thicc, and if you’ve got a beard? You’re already halfway there. And here’s a little extra bonus: I’ve got a soft spot for bi or "straight" guys. There’s just something about watching that whole straight facade crumble and he slides between my legs.

One more thing, let’s set some boundaries right here and now. DO NOT send me unsolicited dick pics. No one needs that kind of surprise in their inbox. Bulge pics are better, classier, and give just enough tease. And if you want to meet up, I’m going to need a proper, non-expiring face pic. I’m all about discretion, but I need to know you’re real before anything happens. Trust me, I can be more than discreet, but if you can’t give me a permanent pic, then how am I supposed to show him what he’s getting (or missing!)

I call myself a vers top, but if we’re being real, I’m more of a true vers than a top. Yeah, I’ll take control when needed, but don’t be surprised if you see me enjoying the other side too. On that note, I’m collared for a Power Dom in the city. Now, before you think that means I can’t sub for you - I totally can, I just need to ask his permission first. He’s pretty chill about it and will more than likely say yes. As for what I’m into? Let’s just say I’ve got very few limits and an incredibly high pain threshold. So, if you're thinking of testing the waters, trust me, I can take whatever you’re dishing out.

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