Last night I finally made out with this giant muscle guy who’s been hitting on me for a while. I’ve held back up to this point because he’s got one of those faces that is perpetually boyish.
After an extra drink or two, we were getting pretty touchy-feely and, with a firm hold on his amazing muscular body, I planted one on him.
Of course, he had to turn out to be a great kisser. Now what do I do?
I just don’t think I can fuck someone with a babyface…
After this morning’s missed connection, I can’t handle it anymore. I’m just going to have to jack off in a webcam chat room.
I know I’ll have fun there, but missing this guy is a real bummer. He’s so thick and muscular, with big arms, a lightly furry chest and he loves nipple play as much as I do. Maybe next week.
Although there’s a new muscle bear event happening tonight, I have a feeling the cold weather is going to put a damper on it. At least on the go-go dancer and underwear-only aspects!
No matter. I’ve already made plans with a hunky otter buddy of mine for a sleepover cuddling session later tonight.
Tonight we go to a “Nude Year’s Eve” party, where I get to put my Northern son and all his work on display. He worked out every day for 40 days before coming to visit because he wanted to be as fit as possible for Daddy.
Oh, god. There was this incredibly hot muscle stud at a party I went to last night who I thought was trying to pick me up…until his girlfriend came back from the bathroom.
No harm, no foul. We kept having a fun conversation until she excused herself to get drinks for her and her man. Then he started coming onto me again. Hard. He clarified that that was his girlfriend, but he said that she lets him have sex with guys on the side. Then he asked for my number.
And fuck if I didn’t give it him. 2018 is going to be interesting…