Sunday Funday is here and there’s an early pool party calling my name.
It’s at a Facebook Friend’s house who I’ve never met in person. In fact, there are plenty of guys on the list I don’t know. So I plan on having a great time meeting new people and having lots of laughs. I don’t necessarily need to fuck any of them.
But then again, that’s the old fashioned way gay men make friends, sooo…
I’m up early today so I can everything done before my “date” this afternoon. He’s an incredible straight muscle stud I used to fuck who’s been hitting me up to let me he needs me to fuck him like crazy again.
Ok. My love of short men is well-known. I love holding them, protecting them, making them feel safe. And I love their eager looks up at me when they latch on and pull me close.
But a short muscle Daddy? OMG. I met one at the pool yesterday and couldn’t keep my hands off of him. He was too adorable. If I didn’t have to leave early, I would have loved to stay and fuck him in his hotel room.
It looks like I might be moving to Ft. Lauderdale in the next couple of months, and I’m really looking forward to meeting the neighbors and making new “friends.”