Zac Efron Is Shirtless GQ Sexy


Zac Efron is the new cover boy for GQ magazine. Check out some of the article below:

Three years ago, Zac Efron tapped into the fantasies of a generation of girls who were still wearing braces and driving with learners’ permits and became the lord of the tweenyboppers, thanks to Disney and ‘High School Musical.’ Now, at the manly age of 21 and with two major movies on the line—including Richard Linklater’s next project—he’s trying to prove he’s more than just another buffed and pretty face

There are bobcats around, but Efron is not afraid of them. He unlocks the gate and we start walking up the trail, into the foothills of the Santa Monicas. He lives somewhere around here, in the circa-1947 Case Study house that his singing/dancing/basketball-dribbling appearances in three zestfully clean High School Musical movies—and on countless officially licensed lunchboxes and toe socks and flip-flops and i ♥ troy messenger bags—bought. It’s built ten feet off the ground, hidden in the trees, so every morning, when his iPhone alarm wakes him up with a randomly selected song—today it was the Notorious B.I.G.’s “Hypnotize,” the one with the Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can’t you see? chorus—and before he does anything else, before he takes a piss even, he can walk out onto his terrace and greet the sun, the way he likes to, without it showing up all over goddamn TMZ. It’s also close to this trail we’re on now, where Efron takes his exercise these days. He used to go to Runyon Canyon, but the last time he went up there a gentleman in Gucci loafers and head-to-toe camo gear oh-so-subtly took his picture a few hundred times.

It’s one of those L.A. days that feel like an ostentatious gift. A breeze blows clouds across a chroma-key blue sky; it’s so quiet you can hear loose sediment trickling down the canyon wall. Efron’s in a blue T-shirt, muscle-ropy arms exposed to the sun, hair crammed under a gray stocking cap. We take the hill, he talks about his twenty-first birthday—he expected his friends to get him booze; they mostly bought him books—and the way Darren Aronofsky’s camera trails the wheezing side of beef that is Mickey Rourke in The Wrestler. We talk about Sean Penn, whom Efron met a couple of awards seasons ago.

“He was, uh, not in top form,” Efron says. “Or maybe he was in top form. He was in rare form. Anyway—he told me to go skydiving. That’s all. Just—‘Go skydiving.’ ”

He kinda can’t believe he gets to meet these people. He went to the Oscars last week with Vanessa Hudgens, who was his love interest in High School Musical and remains his girlfriend in real life, although he will never utter her name in our presence, and when he wasn’t onstage—and he rarely wasn’t, because the Academy, desperate to inject the show with youthiness, kept shoving him back out there to sing or dance or present something—he didn’t know which incredible famous person to embarrass himself in front of first. It’s Robert De Niro! It’s Sean Penn, drunk as a slab of tiramisu, dispensing gnomic Sean Penn wisdom!

Read the full article HERE.