I’m super-excited to hook up with my hairy ginger muscle cub later this morning, but just now I got contacted by a bearded, ripped, fitness hunk I met last weekend.
Everyone knows, where there’s a great beard, I’m not far behind. Add in muscle, and I’m in trouble. Make him 5′ 4″ or shorter, like both of the guys I just mentioned? Dead.
If I’m lucky, I’ll be exhausted by the end of the weekend…
I was hanging out with my Dick Twin last night, and he tends to attract a lot of so-called straight guys. I’m waiting to pay the bar tab and glance out the window to where he was smoking and see this beefy straight dude talking to him…and pulling up his shorts.
I quickly go outside to catch the guy walking off and my DT tells me the guy just showed him his ass after DT had told him that we want to DP him. Turns out this straight guy is actually gay, but for some reason totally flies under the gaydar. DT calls out to him to do it again for me, and he drops them again to show his hot ass while he’s walking away.
We’ll see what happens, but plans are already being made for the three of us to play tomorrow…
I love that I’ve been getting tons of white and Latin dick lately, but I’ve been missing out on my black men. Hairy black men are more of a rarity where I live, but hopefully I’ll be able to find the right guy for right now.
If not, my black son isn’t moving away for another week. He’s smooth, but eager to please…on the DL.
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.