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.
Although I had no luck hooking up yesterday, tonight a friend of mine is having a Lupercalia party featuring lots of booze and horny men in satyr costumes.
Blame it on the Bloody Marys, but my sex break ended abruptly yesterday when I got an afternoon text from one of my boys who needed a good dicking down.
One of the guys from the Super Bowl party this weekend has been texting me wanting to come over and suck my cock. The problem is that he’s got such an incredible ass that I can’t keep my hands off it. And he’s a top.
But if I can just convince him that it’s in his best interest to allow me to bury my face between his cakes while he’s blowing me, then I’ll be good…
Young Bastards
Featuring Doryann Marguet and David Valentin
Ugh. I had to fast overnight for some blood work I’m having done this morning, and I’m starving! Luckily, I’m meeting up with a cycling buddy of mine for breakfast soon.
And since his husband is out of town, maybe we’ll swing by my place afterwards for a little late-morning roughhousing. I’ll be refueled and ready to go by then…