My viscous spit is extremely popular among the men in my Big Black Book, but I concede that for a good deep-fisting, I would have to crack open a bottle of lube.
Unless I can find a guy with the rare and coveted self-lubricating ass…
I’ve been getting some talented ass lately, but not quite from the beefy studs I’ve been yearning for. Looks like I need to hit the beaches this weekend or find myself a rancher up in horse country.
Either way, I’ll be smacking my pelvis on muscle butt by Monday…
I used to get majorly turned on by leather, and recently I’ve been feeling it again. Problem is, I didn’t hold onto any of my leather gear over the years, so if I want to explore, I’m going to have to get shopping.
Despite some confusion about the contents of last night’s charcuterie board, I still managed to stuff my mouth full of meat, including sausage from a bearded muscle stud I picked up at a nearby straight bar after the rest of my group had gone home…
Everything worked out as planned last night, with my straight buddy jerking me off at the bar… twice… before using my cum as lube and stroking his load out all over my furry thigh (it was underwear night).
Very dirty and very satisfying, but I’ve got a vicious case of the Hangover Hornies today that I don’t think a standard jack-off sesh will handle. I’ll give it an hour on Scruff, but then I’m thinking I may have to hit the bathhouse…