The weekend is here, and I’m looking to get out there and find me an eager boy to be my playmate.
There’s a vintage sale at the Elks Lodge, an end of summer pool party, an 80’s gay ballroom party, an amazing art closing and it’s restaurant week, too. It would be so much fun to have someone to be my escort.
Hmmm. Maybe I should hire an escort. No muss, no fuss…
Tonight’s the night when the muscle Daddies gather to dance and sweat and lose themselves, and I will be there on the hunt.
It seems like every time I go to one of these events, I end up in a bathroom stall or in the storage area under the stairs (no cameras there either), doing something super gay like sucking cock or getting bred.
Fuck. I have a lunch meeting with a new, mature, sexy client today. Thankfully, he’s a colleague and not a subordinate. So if he picks up what I’m putting down at lunch, I’ll be having him over later.
Lunchtime is looking up. A big bodybuilder I know just messaged me wanting to get fucked. Of course, he’s partnered, but according to him, his partner doesn’t fuck him like I do.