Judas Jack-Off may not be Toothy Tile's only homo closeted contender for barely concealed, borderline same-sex man activity here in H-town. And I don't mean Crotch Uh-Lastic (who's getting a bit bored with all that water-sport play-acting, I hear).
Nope, I'm talkin' somebody else, somebody younger, somebody who's now a fabulous repeat Blind Vice offender! Do you remember…
Crescent Kumquat, the absolutely beautiful dude whose sexuality seems to be as up in the air as is his career?
See, last time we met C.K., the mainstream hottie had a dirty little habit of waking up after nights out in his male “friends' ” beds, instead of with the girls he would occasionally bring home. But we never heard of much more than just some heavy petting going on—cuddling, spooning, real Taylor Lautner kinda stuff—which you can usually blame on the alc.
Well, Kumquat has taken it to the next level. Good bad boy!
Very PG folks, but telling nonetheless. C.K. has been caught getting hot and heavy, jamming his tongue down—way, way down—myriad willing dude's throat around when he parties privately. And I don't mean the bedroom, either. Out in the open, in the friggin' living, dining and family rooms of these get-togethers!
That said, C.K.'s no John Mayer and out in the open about it (relatively speaking). Cres-babe's still in the “experimental phase,” I'm told, and he's attempting to keep it all at least somewhat private, but we know where this kinda secret-party fooling around usually leads. To this very blolumn for more installments!
Also, an important thing to note is that C.K. isn't publicly playing the bearded card (like most of this closeted celeb group does). We hardly ever see this amazingly pretty guy with girls. Like ever. And it's superweird, too, 'cause Kum could have loads of babes with his heartthrob status rising—or leveled out, at least.
If Crescent's mediocre talent and hot looks keep getting him better gigs, we bet a fauxmance will follow, no question.
And It Ain't: John Mayer, Corbin Bleu, Taylor Kitsch