Still not sure what’s going on with my sex drive, but I won’t look too far into the horse’s mouth. Suffice it to say that even after banging the shit out of this incredibly hot Latino muscle guy last night and beating off this morning, I’m still wound up and ready to go!
Just got back from lunch with my puppy, and he told me all about his most recent trip to Barcelona. Apparently, he was the Star of the Bar one night as guy after guy took turns fucking and fisting him in a sling. It was an astonishing story to hear, and I felt a little concerned for his hole, but not to worry. My puppy is a pro.
Some people may not think it’s romantic to take a guy from behind, but I have to disagree. Sure, I like looking a guy in the eyes and kissing him while I’m fucking him, but there’s something amazing about a man who’s willing to trust you enough to turn his back and open himself up to you. You literally get to see a whole different side of him, and what’s more romantic than spooning in as you slowly bury yourself deep inside him?
Plus, if he’s got back hair, you’ve got something to nuzzle. Or grab onto!
It’s been an exhausting weekend trapping muscle bears, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything! Good thing I took today off, though. Shades pulled. Coconut water. Couch.
Doesn’t snowballing all weekend mean it’s time to hibernate?
It’s time for BBQ, apple pie and baseball, so if Coach won’t let you play, don’t let that deter you. Step into his office before the next big game and show him your ass(ets)!
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been attending lots of skill-building exercise workshops or the fact that I’ve been spending so much time in the gym, but my fantasies really have been turning toward men in jockstraps and athletic socks lately.
I’m grateful that I respond to a much wider range of sexual stimuli as a full-grown man, but this video reminds me of simpler times, when jockstraps and underwear were almost the only thing that would get me off.