Damyan

When the boss sent me this photo set of Damyan, he must have been very busy.

Maybe he was auditioning prospective new HMBoys.  That, believe me, can be a very lengthy process if a particular lad - say, one who's breathing - has caught the boss's keenly discerning eye.

In any case, I know for a fact that the boss must have been distracted when he sent me Damyan's pictures simply because he forgot to send any accompanying details to fill out the young man's story - other than just two words, "Bulgarian Boy".

That, needless to say, wasn't terribly helpful.

Bulgaria's one of those places that seems to produce quite a few boy models willing to drop their pants for a small handful of lev [I even had to look up the Bulgarian currency, where I found that a lev's worth about 55 cents.]

But, even though I've been working in this business for nearly 20 years, I still don't know anyone who's actually been to the place.

Mind you, though, if the country's full of hot boys like Damyan, then maybe I'll have to reconsider this year's travel plans.