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I gots another tumblelog called mirror, mirror boys – amateur self-pix. I feature photos self-taken by boys and men by pointing their cameras or mobile phones at their mirrored image.

Narcissus! That’s what I should have called it. Damn! Well, too late.

[It's not an original idea, I know, and it's probably done better there. At least guys comment. That's a tumblelog, too, I think.]

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Here’s a couple mascots below. I find these guys sexier than any porn star possibly could be. If you do, too, follow Mirror Boys on tumblr.

I was only going to post a couple but then got carried away realizing how many of them I like a lot.

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Sorry I’m so late with this. Normally, I post the night before and schedule it. But last night, I watched the Superbowl with my flatmate Juan Carlos who, although he’s from Mexico, loves American football. The game started at 8:25 local time. We finished drinking around 1. After that, I was too drunk to do anything except sleep. Then I got up late, and it takes me frakin’ forever to get motivated when I’m off-schedule. So. Here we are at 19:20 Argentina-time.

Last night, it took a good hour for us to find a bar with a television playing the game. The two expat bars in our area were packed out. One of them, El Alamo, was charging AR $6o, or $15 USD, just to get in the door. Even if we did, it was standing room only. We just shook our heads, laughed and immediately turned around when told this. On the way out, I commented, maybe a little too loudly, “Jesus frakin’ Christ! I’ve gotten a blow job for 50 pesos…!”

And it’s true, I did, in one of the porn theaters in Microcentro. I’ll save that story for another time.

JC and I eventually found a tourist bar just off Calle Florida that was playing the game. I forgot its exact name but its cheeseball theme was pirates: Lots of carved-wood, sword-swinging scalawags and evil-looking octopi, plus Skull & Crossbones flags everywhere.

We settled down outdoors with our frosty Brahma beers and watched the Colts get over-matched by a very efficient N’Orleans machine. I cheered for my old hometown’s team but didn’t really mind that the Saints won, because of cool dude Scott Fujita and because Reggie Bush is frakin’ hot.

Around 350 photos of young muscly studs to share today.

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Hey! You made it! To the end of the post!

Here’s your bonus gallery, then; you deserve it.

200 pix in today’s Young Hard Muscle gallery. Scroll down for today’s specially selected mascots.

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OK, so it’s not Monday anymore. I had a big Mexican dinner party last night in the flat and then spent the rest of the evening and morning behaving like an idiot in the Red Door, my favorite dive bar in San Telmo. I didn’t wake up until 4 and haven’t got around to doing any real work until now.

So, here it is, the resumption of Young Muscle Monday. Enjoy. Click the hot, sweaty thumbnail to open the gallery in full-screen mode.

(There are some reports that the gallery doesn’t work in Internet Explorer. If anyone using IE has problems, please, please, please, let me know in the comments. The life of a Web designer would be a lot easier if everyone just stopped using IE. Sigh.)

Click here to download the complete photoset for free. 318 pix in all.

This guy takes a new self-portrait for every day of the year, for a year.

This one here’s a hot one.

via haikal noyes: 365: 250

Simple and simply brilliant site, filled with hot show-offs. But read some of the comments and you’ll get depressed, and bored, really fast.

Guys with iPhones

It took about 20 clicks of the next-button, though.