When Charlie Ritter appeared on my Instagram recommendations, I assumed that he was the grandson of John Ritter, whose Jack Tripper pretended to be gay on Three's Company in the 1970s: the first time many of us had ever heard the word. .
Grandson Charlie is obviously straight. There are a few guy-hugging photos, but usually he's hugging, kissing, cuddling with, and frolicking with girls! girls! girls!
Just one girl, duck-lipping or peace-signing.
Two girls, one for each arm.
Four girls, two on his arms, one grabbing his shoulders, and the other on her knees for some reason.
When he goes to a museum, he photographs the statues of naked ladies.
Here he's just sitting in a restaurant. Presumably being photographed by a girl, but none are visible...wait, there's one on the sidewalk outside. Even while sitting in a restaurant. You have to be within twenty feet of the Eternal Feminine at all times, don't you, Chuck Baby?
Come on, this is excessive, even for the Don Juan -- Casanova -- Arthur Fonzarelli of our generation. How could you afford all the corsages?
At least he displays a nice physique, if you can find selfie shots, without the Girls! Girls! Girls!
You haven't seen most of the hugging, kissing, grabbing, pretending to strangle, duck-lipping, hand-holding, and boob-gazing, but I have, and I need a few cocks before going on to Charlie's acting career.
This might not be our Charlie, but I don't care. I know where that cock has been. Repeatedly.
More after the break