Why do I get the feeling there’s going to be a lot of unusual shenanigans tonight?
The full moon isn’t until tomorrow, but I’m totally getting a rough trade vibe from the club and bar-hopping plans I’ve laid out and by who’s been messaging me.
I better watch my back, or I’m gonna wake up with a redneck in my bed…
Sometimes I feel bad that straight guys don’t get to have as much sex as most gay men do. But then I find a muscular Southern stud stroking it and sympathy is replaced by lust.
I’m too busy to hook up today anyway. Might as well beat off to him…
I saw an amazing DILF when dick-twin and I were grabbing a beer yesterday. He was bearded, inked and muscular like a man who runs Tough Mudders on the weekend. We spent the rest of our drinks talking about him and what we wanted to do him.
My mouth is totally raw from all the use it got last night. I feel like my lips have been exfoliated. They’re bright red!
Therefore, I will be taking a little break from direct interaction and simply stroking one out this morning. I don’t have to rough-kiss my hand to make it perform…
I got to taste my muscular cycling buddy’s precum yesterday, but that’s as far as it went. Now I’ve got a case of blue balls that won’t quit!
I’d hate to waste this load stroking one out, so I hope that the Universe delivers me a slutty bottom soon. I’m definitely putting the energy out there for it…
Besides the fact that Zack is an attractive, bearded, well-hung muscle stud, what boners me out about this scene is that it takes place somewhere other than the bedroom or a couch. And that there are tools everywhere.
It definitely has to do with the fact that as I boy I found dirty magazines in my father’s tool shed and would go out there to masturbate. The fact that I could get caught and the dark, oily smell of the tool shed made the experience sleazily addictive.
To this day, I still get majorly aroused whenever I’m in a room full of hand tools…