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Good looks and good books are a knockout duo one can hardly, if ever, resist. Because morning commutes are usually smelly with some half-heated chorizo paninis, full of awkward looks and very little space to breathe. It’s as romantic as being approached by some local weirdo who will inevitably end up on this list of ours. Unless... there's a hot dude reading.
Luckily, there’s an Instagram account dedicated entirely to snaps of cute fellas immersed in written worlds of wonder. "Hot Dudes Reading" celebrates that effortless coolness that comes with a coding textbook, a best-seller, or a morning newspaper. So scroll down for a feast for your eyes down below, upvote your faves, and hit part 1 right here. And don’t forget to gulp some cold water.
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This ruggedly handsome guy looks like a long lost Hemsworth brother and I am NOT mad about it. His blatant disregard for those subway safety signs has me thinking he isn’t afraid to break the rules. I could pretend I'm an officer writing him a ticket and if everything goes as planned, he'll be the one handcuffing me.
Just when I thought my holiday commute was becoming unbearable, I spotted this polished pilot I'll be sharing air with for the next few hours. It's about time I take the plunge and join the Mile High Club, and lucky for me I hear it's more spacious in the cockpit. Fasten your seatbelt, folks, cause I'm expecting a bumpy ride.
Wooooof. Who doesn’t adore a man reading WHILE toting his best friend around the city? My only worry is that with a bond that strong, I might have some stiff competition for the other spot in his bed. At least I can guarantee a lot less snoring But No Less Drooling
In the past 5 years, Hot Dudes Reading has become an internet phenomenon on its own with a whopping 1.2 million Instagram followers.
The creators behind the page are an anonymous group of 12 close-knit friends and young professionals from NYC who “never dreamed an inside joke about their borderline-inappropriate fantasies about studly bookworms would become an Instagram phenomenon,” according to a statement by Simon & Schuster.
Back on April 26, 2016, they released a 208-page book, Hot Dudes Reading, with a collection of candid photos, clever captions, and funny hashtags.
It's getting hot in this piece and I'm not talking about the temp, y'all. There's a level 10 smoke show in terminal D and I'm just glad there's a fire alarm behind him to alert the proper authorities. Let's get back in that security line, big guy, because I'm trying to play TSA agent and give you a full pat down.
The temps may be dropping here in NYC but judging by the looks of this beautiful bloke, things are just starting to heat up down under. I’m thinking it's time to cash in some vacation days…Christmas in Melbourne? New Years in Sydney? I’ll even trade out gravy for veggiemite on the Thanksgiving turkey if it means there’s a chance this Aussie will take me out back.
This smokeshow daring to sit right in front of a no smoking sign looks like a real London rebel to me. I can tell by those sassy socks that there’s a wild side just waiting to be uncovered. Hope he hops off at the next stop with me and gives me a chance to see his other man buns.
In an interview with People, the group who deliberately decided to remain anonymous at all costs said that there are 6 heterosexual women and 7 homosexual men working behind the Instagram account.
While they’re not on Instagram, the group is busy with day jobs ranging from an intellectual property attorney to a social media strategist and an investment banker.
They also confessed none of them could have ever imagined what a stir Hot Dudes Reading would create. “We got 7,000 followers at [a birthday celebration] and we were all like, ‘Cheers—we’re gonna be famous!’” said an attorney in her late 20s.
Classic. Stylish. Effortlessly cool. And the guy rockin’ those Nikes is pretty great, too. I appreciate a man that knows how to accessorize, and this one's got it down. I wonder if he intentionally matched the red in his shoes to what I hope is a bottle of red in his bag. Either way, I'm skipping all formalities, taking a cue from his kicks and suggesting we down whatever that bottle is and Just Do It
Is this an early Halloween costume or did the Hot Priest from bbcfleabag just come to life in front of my eyes? Either way, just looking at this captivating clergyman's jawline and collar is giving me a steamy sense of Catholic guilt. Can I get an AMEN?
Well, dress me up and call me “turkey” because this hefty hunk of a man is getting me in the mood for Thanksgiving. I know it’s still a week away, but I am so okay with starting the prep work a little early. We can turn up the heat and get the juices flowing by playing a little game of “50 Shades of Gravy.”
Another member of the group, a graphic designer, also said that it’s a universal human experience to look around, “especially in New York City, at the other people on the train and wonder what everyone’s lives are like.”
When it comes to snapping pics of hot dudes reading, the group confirms that none of them were staged. “Every single one of us has been caught taking a photo. I have 1,000 photos where the guy reading doesn’t notice, but the person next to him does,” they told People.
To date, Hot Dudes Reading features 510 carefully selected eye candies reading books like Harari’s “Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind,” “UFOs? Yes!” and “What Should Be Wild?”
Just when I thought this year's most beautiful piece of art had already come and gone, I laid eyes on this masterpiece of a man enjoying a nice read. Despite what you may think about manbuns or Kanye, we can all agree that this guy's perfect profile and beautiful book work together as seamlessly as all seven flawless tracks, back to back. Once I work up the motivation to make a move, he’ll be All Mine and I’m positive he
I've always dreamed of getting up close and personal with a modern-day Fabio, and in a stroke of luck, my dreams have come true. Although he’s fully clothed, those wind-blown locks and well-worn book are more than enough to get my Netherlands going. Now, if I could just get him to look my way, it'll be more than luck that gets stroked
I couldn’t be happier that bikini season is finally over. Summer has left me starving & all I can focus on right now is this tasty snack right in front of me. Between his suave lean against his bike, his wavey print shirt and the casual caress of his book pages, I just want to put him between a couple pieces of bread and eat him right up.
Is there anything better than reading a book so funny you start to laugh in public? The answer is yes: spotting a babe so hot you have to remind yourself it’s not polite to hump strangers on the subway.
And here I was thinking that there were only 25 days of Christmas, when in walked this gorgeously wrapped present on the 29th day. Beautifully packaged Reusable. Suitable for all ages. He really is the gift that keeps on giving! Oh, and while we’re on the topic, it’d be great if someone can let him know that it feels even better to give than it does to receive.
I told myself I’d get my Christmas shopping done early this year, but the thought of braving those obnoxious crowds all by myself has me feeling super Claus-trophobic. If only this fantasy-loving fox took a page from Legolas’ book and played Santa’s little helper with me, then I’d definitely get a leg up.
This glasses-wearing gum drop is giving me serious studious vibes and I am here for it. You don’t need 20/20 vision to get hot and steamy with me (in fact, I prefer it) so let me sit on your lap until the next stop and see how quickly we can fog those babies up.
I spy with my little eye... America’s culinary cutie queereye’s Antoni. While he may keep it simple in the kitchen, I'm guessing he's saving the complicated stuff for more private chambers. Anyone that can keep a hungry pack of firemen satisfied with their hotdog recipe must have a secret sauce.
Last week’s news might’ve been all about royal baby Archie, but this lovely London lad is making me think of all the new headlines I could inspire to steal some of that attention right away, like “Tube rider straddles man, claims she was ‘knighting’ him”. Who knows — if it works, maybe I’ll even get a fabulous new title out of it.
Special shout out to the loyal fan who not only found this superb specimen, but presumably didn’t spit out that entire drink when she caught a glimpse of him. He’s so hot, I’m assuming he’s Australian. Or maybe I’m just aching to know if that pretty face goes down under
Is this international man of mystery studying Escobar’s life of crime? Well then, lock him up I say, because smuggling those perfect cheekbones across international borders should be illegal. Even if Danger IS his middle name. Which I guess would make mine Alotta Fagina
Just spotted this camel clad cutie on his way to a workout — I wonder which one? He could be the boxing type or a bootcamp’er or even a sensual yogi. Either way, I’ve got a new workout he should try.
We’re all feeling a little blue right now, but thankfully we have this gentle (and tall) green giant to distract us. I may feel extra small from down here, but at least I’ll have a better chance of finding his magic beans. Good luck getting me to exchange them though — this is one beanstalk I fully plan on climbing.
Most days I’m trying to get out of Times Square as fast as possible, but today I saw this studly scholar head down in a property law book and now considering settling in here. I hope he hasn’t gotten to the chapter about squatters rights, because I plan on staying here until he is legally mine.
Ho ho ho-ly smokes! This hard-workin' hottie is out here braving the holiday season chills with pipes that prove he must be on his way out of the gym and into my heart - start taking notes, gentlemen. And please don't forget that nothing lifts my holiday spirits more than a man who's makin' that list and checkin' it twice. Turns out this year it isn't just Santa who's gonna find out if I've been been naughty or nice
Just when I started to get seasonal depression, this hot blooded hunk reminded me what we have in store a few months away. While he’s clearly somewhere warm enough for “sky’s out, thighs out” rules, I’m stuck inside wondering what other kind of meat he’s got between those hams?
The F train was rockin' a bit too hard that morning, based on this one's little spill. I'm torn between showing off my domestic skills by taking care of that dirty laundry OR going nuts and turning this train into a proper wet t-shirt contest.
Oh my Gaudí... This Spanish Smokeshow is exactly what I need to cure my Barc-ALONE-a blues. Just have to figure out how to get closer so I can ask if he’s down for wine and tapas. And for dessert, I’m gonna climb on tapas him and show him my OléFace
It could be that it’s been a long day, but this strong-jawed stud should have my head in his lap instead of that bag. It’s a little early for a bedtime story, but I’m willing to turn in if he is. Here’s to hoping the clock won’t be the only thing going from six to midnight.
Forget the partridge in a pear tree — on the first day of Christmas, what I really want is a bearded-husband in a grey tweed. And by the second day, hopefully he’ll have me seeing two turtle doves, and on the third, screaming louder than three French hens.
Too bad I’m not a painter because this lusty lounger’s pose is giving me some serious Rose-from-Titanic vibes. Maybe it’s the summer Friday rosè I’m guzzling, but I’d gladly steam up some car windows with him. Something tells me my heart wouldn’t be the only thing to go on and on.
The weather outside is frightful, but this view is extra delightful. With only five days out, I finally made my list of presents to buy, but the only package I care about getting right now is the one sitting across from me. Tis the season to be jolly, but holy jingle bells, I need to get fa-la-la-laid.
This skateboarding babe is getting my heart pumping and my wheels turning. I’m always on the hunt for an athletic intellectual who knows his way around Dickens AND has a long list of limb-twisting moves in his pocket. All I need is one more stop on this train and I’ll have him convinced to do his next grab, slide and grind trick on me.
Paris Fashion Week was fun and all, but who needs the fancy runway shows and stuffy after-parties when I’ve got a front row seat to this private collection. Maybe if I get the heat in my apartment high enough, I can convince him it’s literally SS19 so I can see what he’s got hiding under that jacket.
This whole pandemic cancelled Spring Break, so I’m just going to daydream about being on a Mexican beach with this perfectly tanned prince. Ironic that he’s reading a novel titled Freedom because if he was mine, he’d never leave my sight. I’d watch him closer than a sorority girl staring down a Señor Frogs bartender with free shots.
Only in New York would you stumble across a subway full of dozens (Dozens!!) of Never Nudes on the way to brunch. I wouldn’t mind kissing any of these men between the cheeks, so to speak, but I have a special interest in this buff bookworm. Looks like he ran out of the house before he could get fully into character. Maybe I should solve both our problems with an invite for brunch and body painting at my place. I’ll get some bangers in the mouth, and he definitely won’t have to leave saying I Blue Myself.
Judging by the way this heartbreaker's licking his lips, he must be reading something steamy. I'm going to pretend it's a cookbook and he's planning a romantic meal for me. But with a face like that, he could heat up yesterday's leftovers and I'd still be all over it.
They say Singapore is one of the cleanest cities in the world and taking a look at this crisp & fresh cutie, I’d have to agree. Not one wrinkle on that button down & not a hair out of place. Despite the clean surroundings, the things I have in mind are anything but. He’ll be calling me his SingaWhore
Well toss me a couple sea shells and call me Ariel because this guy is giving me major Prince Eric vibes. As long as I don’t flounder (see what I did there?) my way through an introduction - I’ll be whisking him off this bus in no time and showing him where things are better.
It’s finally fall in NYC, and everyone won’t stop talking about #PSLs, leather weather and cuffing season. But fall can go F itself, because you don’t get sights like this unless it’s summer. The only thing I want to cuff is this one to that barricade and rock his world until it’s Groundhog Day.
With the holidays really comin' in hot, I promised my family I'd get home in a lickety split. Only a minute into my trip and this scrumptious stud's got me thinkin' that it may take longer than expected. Sorry for the lip service, Mom, but I may need a small detour. I promise I'll be home after a different kind of LicketySplit
This Penn Badgley look-alike has me feeling all types of dangerous feelings. Maybe I’ll flip the script and invite YOU over to MY box. I'll run my fingers through that perfectly wavy hair all night long, and we’ll talk about our deepest, darkest secrets until you realize you love me
Even with the camo hat, there's no hiding how hunky this dude is. I bet he’d choose our first date to involve an East Village dive bar, multiple PBRs and well shots, and a lengthy tutorial on pool. And I’ll totally pretend I don't know how to play just to give him a chance to show off his smooth strokes and expert aim.