This morning I made plans to travel to Ft. Lauderdale and visit a big hairy hunk I haven’t seen in a very long time. His birthday was yesterday, so we chatted a little bit by text before he sent me some recent pics of him looking hotter than ever.
Compliments became innuendo became travel plans in a matter of minutes. The sexual chemistry I have with this guy is off the charts!
It won’t be for a few more weeks, but I’ve definitely got something extra special to look forward to…
L.A. Cruising, Scene 2
Starring Tristan Jaxx and Jeremy Spreadums
I was taking out the trash in my tight little yoga shorts and this hot muscle guy biked by, cruised me, turned around and came back. He asked me what time it was, and I told him there was a clock inside my house.
Just inside the door, he dropped to his knees, pulled my dick out of my shorts and kept sucking until I unloaded in his mouth, and he had sucked out every last drop. He thanked me, stepped back out and went off on his way.
Okay. Bear Bust is over, and I am sufficiently fucked out. It was such a fun weekend meeting people, dancing, playing pool games and, of course, hooking up, but now I’m ready for a break.
Half day of work. Yoga. Then movie night hosted by a friend of mine at the bar.
Ooo. At the bar.
So I guess you never know what could happen! Haha!
I love big, crazy gay events. They’re a voyeurs paradise! You don’t even have to lurk to get an eyeful. When there aren’t any sex demos, just walk around the host hotel looking for open curtains.
They get to show off, and I get warmed up for Round Three…
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.
