I’ve been playing by the pool so much that I haven’t been getting to the gym as much as I need. My six-pack is disappearing and slowly being replaced by a soft, furry tummy. It’s nice to pet and would totally be a hit at the Gay Days Bear Pool in June, but if I can’t burn it back off by then, at least I should blow my pecs up more to counterbalance it…
My Dick Twin and I have called off our plans for today. It turns out the guy we were going to DP is actually just a very curious top and not the experienced total bottom we thought he was.
So we’ll move on to greener pastures, which probably means another day or two at the pool, drinking and carousing. And secretly flip-fucking and breeding each other when we get back to my house…
I went out last night to meet up with a friend for drinks and ended up ditching him for a hairy little fireplug of a guy with a thick ginger beard. He had just gotten into town for a family visit, but wanted to get some tail his first night here. And he did!
He described his dick as “small to comfortable,” which to a size queen like me means “small.” But he made up for it by keeping his bright blue eyes open while we made out. And the super-soft, thick fur on his chest and ass was amazingly pettable…
My cute fantasy man sent me a video this morning of him jacking off in the bathroom at work. He shot it at the request of someone else but sent it to me, too, the hot little fucker.
So now I’m all distracted at my desk, not sure what to do with myself. Actually, I know exactly what to do. I’ll stroke one out to that video he sent!
He looks a little like Aaron Asker, but with a better body. Impossible, I know…
Trying to get back on track is difficult when there are so many fun events all over town. For example, it’s the first Tuesday of the month, which means it’s Spandex Happy Hour again.
Tights, briefs and of course jockstraps. With all those asses out, you know I’m going to be giving some love taps tonight.
It’s like I get hypnotized by them and can’t focus on anything else…
I saw an amazing DILF when dick-twin and I were grabbing a beer yesterday. He was bearded, inked and muscular like a man who runs Tough Mudders on the weekend. We spent the rest of our drinks talking about him and what we wanted to do him.