Turns out I didn’t need two dates yesterday. Brunch guy turned into an all-day experience of eating, fucking, going to a museum, the park, more eating, more fucking, drinks and, you guessed it, more fucking. He left to drive back home this morning.
I’m trying to convince him to come back for Bear Bust this weekend. As a ginger muscle bear, he’ll fit right in.
And so, the conversation with my end-of-summer boy continues. We may have only exchanged one nude pic each, but there’s a lot of dirty talk going back and forth between us. We’re both very verbal.
I have a chance to fly up and visit him for a long weekend next month, and I just might take it. The mental pictures we’ve been weaving together, along with my memories of how he milked my cock dry with his twerking, are pretty persuasive…
My end-of-summer boy and I have been talking about the things we’re going to do the next time we’re together, and part of that includes him wanting to indulge my underwear fetish.
I expect a parade of briefs, jocks, Speedos and singlets coming my way. I just don’t know how much longer I can wait…
Since my prostate seemed to be in need of some stimulation, I took the opportunity yesterday to go for a ride. You see, that boy only gets fucked by me, but he’s a top with everyone else. So after I fucked his brains out, I blew his mind by climbing on top and sliding his big raw dick inside me.
The look on his face was priceless as I flipped on my back with his cock still in me. He came as soon as he pumped the second load out of me…hands-free!
Fuck, I haven’t taken a dick that big in a very long time…
It’s hard to believe it’s Monday again, but today should go pretty smoothly for me. I have a lot to do, but getting to the office isn’t on my list. I’m happily working at home.
Of course, my tune would change if I had hunky, muscular co-workers like Nick North and Andy Star parading around in their suits, whispering dirty gay promises in my ear…