I spent the whole day today looking at all the dirty pics from IML my friends weren’t able to post on Facebook (they were all elbow-deep in someone at the time) and hearing all the dirty stories from my friends who were too busy “socializing” to take pics of their own. It was a lot to take in.
Wow. Last night was full of a lot more debauchery than I thought it was going to be. Dark spaces packed with horny men in leather who grab every crotch going by. Guys fucking in every corner. And right in the middle of the circle jerk, for some reason my cock became the one everyone wanted to suck.
Worked for me!
Now for a relaxing afternoon at the beach. And a whole lot of coconut water…
Since I won’t be able to make it to IML again, the Gay Days countdown has begun instead. I still have new Speedos to buy and, er, other supplies. But in terms of appearance, I only have a few days left to perform the ever-important chest trim.
Not too close. Just enough to keep my masculine edge, fur pattern and coloring. It’s a delicate operation for a Silver Fox who also happens to be a Giant Otter…
I’ve got a little bit of a hangover this morning. Must be the combination of too much sun and booze yesterday before snagging that furry, inked couple and spending the afternoon getting to know their hotel room.
You know me, not really into couples or groups. But one of them was so fucking hot that I couldn’t resist.
I guess you could say that, much like this scene from Bareback That Hole, one of the guys shouldn’t have been there…
Not sure if I’ll get to see my bearfriend this weekend or have to wait until next, but in the meantime I can enjoy the ginger furriness of Zack Acland.
And it reminds me I need to get cracking if I’m going to buy all the underwear and swimwear I’m going to need for Gay Days…only 3 weeks away!
Today was a preview of what’s to come next month at Gay Days. Twunks and Daddies facing off poolside, some competing for each other and some against, at tea dance this afternoon. A few overblown egos aside, there’s fun in it for everybody.
I love a big hard-on in underwear, whether it’s stuffed in or busting out. I mean, really, who can resist a fit guy with a boner straining his jockstrap?
Put it in a locker room, voyeur-type situation, and I’m done…