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…
After last night (and this morning), you would think that my dick would be worn out. Then I check my email, receive a couple of messages with pictures from online underwear sales and suddenly I’ve got wood again.
I can’t resist a muscular stud in a pair of briefs. And who doesn’t love big legs…
I didn’t stick to my plan last night, and instead ended up going out with friends all over town. I met a bunch of new guys, too, one of whom just kept buying me drinks.
So I’m a little hungover today, but working through it. Thankfully our unseasonably warm weather has quickly returned, so I’ll be on bike shortly, sweating it out while heading over to the resort. I’ve got other friends staying there this weekend, and I can’t wait to swap stories with them over cocktails by the pool.
I think I’m going to head out toy shopping this afternoon and take my puppy with me. His expert advice could be really helpful in selecting the right things to stuff up my ass.
It must be a blue moon because I’m dying to get fucked!
I just got home from the gym where at the end of my workout I walked into the locker room and found a big muscle guy flexing in the mirror around the corner. Of course, I had to check out his ass, but thanks to the mirror, I also got a good look at his half-hard meat stick.
It’s so fucking hot when muscle guys turn themselves on…
