Usually my gaydar is right on the money, but a guy with creamy smoooth skin and chiseled features showed up at the gym this morning who I couldn’t get a read on.
And with his muscular, incredibly-ripped body just showing through loose workout clothes, I definitely want to get a read on that…
Ok, so maybe I went a little overboard at the Big Gay Cocktail Party I attended last night. I kept my dick in my pants, but I did make out with a couple of guys, including a bearded stud who looks a lot like Hunter Marx.
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…