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…
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.