Everyone knows I’m a sucker for facial hair, and my Mustache Project is well underway. What I’m learning, though, is that while I’m intrigued by men with crazy mustaches, I actually don’t want to sleep with all of them, like I thought I would. Same with beards. I love a good beard, but when they start getting too long and wiry, I feel less like diving into them.
Nonetheless, given the choice between a man with facial hair and a clean-shaven one, it’s pretty much a guarantee that I’ll go for the furrier fellow…
Despite the full moon and the cosmos being in turmoil, I’ve actually had a pretty good day today. Fires were easy to extinguish. I started a great new workout routine at the gym. And hot guys are messaging me even as I write this.
So hopefully yours was only as torturous as you wanted it to be…
I love a good mustache, and Mike’s got one. There have been a lot of hot mustachioed men in my life, but I have to wonder how many of them I would consider hot now. I mean, all I can remember from a lot of them is a vague shape with a great ‘stache.
Maybe this month I’ll start asking guys with good mustaches for pictures and turn it into some kind of book. You know, for my personal use.
Every man likes a compliment on his facial hair, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Push-brooms and handlebars to the front of the line!
Bearfriend showed up early, so I sent him off to the gay sundries store down the street to pick up a new jockstrap and a fresh bundle of rope while I shoot this off to you. Of course we’ve already fucked once. You know it’s almost impossible for me to relax with that looming in the air. And the sooner that’s taken care, the faster I can reload!
So that’s all for today, gentlemen. Happy Super Bowl Sunday!
The Super Bowl is on and even though I expect my team to win (go ‘Hawks!), my bearfriend is joining me for the hyper-masculine fun. I’m horny and I know the whole situation will turn him on, but he’s had an upset stomach lately.
And we all know what that means when it comes to being fucked.
So I’ll be putting out a killer game day spread… in more ways than one!
You know those straight guys at the gym who don’t know that what they’re doing arouses the gay guys? Not the ones who think so much of themselves that they think even gay guys want them, but the oblivious hot ones who bend over at the waist to pick up the bar. The same ones who lift up their shirts to wipe their faces or do squats like they’re sitting on a big dick?
Well, one of them at my gym (a soccer coach, I think) wore a sleeveless shirt today and it was like watching a Michelangelo sculpture exercise. Damn. I’d love to see him stripped and manhandled by me and a couple of my friends…
