I’ve been playing by the pool so much that I haven’t been getting to the gym as much as I need. My six-pack is disappearing and slowly being replaced by a soft, furry tummy. It’s nice to pet and would totally be a hit at the Gay Days Bear Pool in June, but if I can’t burn it back off by then, at least I should blow my pecs up more to counterbalance it…
My cute fantasy man sent me a video this morning of him jacking off in the bathroom at work. He shot it at the request of someone else but sent it to me, too, the hot little fucker.
So now I’m all distracted at my desk, not sure what to do with myself. Actually, I know exactly what to do. I’ll stroke one out to that video he sent!
He looks a little like Aaron Asker, but with a better body. Impossible, I know…
The sexting continues today with my Gay Days Husband sending me a video of him masturbating at a job site where he’s a contractor. It’s such a dirty thing to be doing in someone else’s house while you’re supposed to be working…and where you might be caught.
It’s too bad he lives in another state or I’d drive right over and get fucked by that big thing. The danger would be more intoxicating than poppers!
I’ll have to send him a video back of me stroking it to his video…
Although there’s no chance for me to hook up today, I do have a new realistic dildo to keep me company. Problem is, the more I use it, the more I want to use it on someone else as my DP partner. The logistics would be so much easier!
One of the guys from the Super Bowl party this weekend has been texting me wanting to come over and suck my cock. The problem is that he’s got such an incredible ass that I can’t keep my hands off it. And he’s a top.
But if I can just convince him that it’s in his best interest to allow me to bury my face between his cakes while he’s blowing me, then I’ll be good…
I’m heading to an unusual Super Bowl viewing party tonight. Jockstraps only in the first half, nude in the second half.
Since it’s a nudist party and not a sex party, I’m gonna need to fully unload before I go there. Otherwise, with my jockstrap fetish, I’ll be poking guys’ eyes out in the second half!
I cleaned out before going out last night, just in case people got a little handsy at the jockstrap party I attended.
Thankfully, I remembered that this morning when I woke up with wood so hard I knew I wouldn’t make it past the Sunday paper. So I laid in bed stroking it and fucking myself with as much of my hand as I could take.