I was just talking about ginger Daddies yesterday, and now I’ve got plans to hook up with a ginger twink today.
We’ve been poking each other on Facebook for a while (I know, I know. Don’t judge.) And after a few very flirtatious crossing of paths in person, we’ve finally got a make-out session on the schedule.
After spending a late night partying in nothing but my boots and briefs, I’m amazed that I’m up and functioning. I’m very much looking forward to the big gay pool party this afternoon and all the cute boys who will be there.
In the meantime, Dad needs to sweat it out. Protein smoothie almost downed. Bike ride on deck!
Only one more day before the big leather and underwear party, and I’ve got my boots shined up and ready to go. It’s going to be a night full of hairy beefcake that this event promoter imports once a month. Where do they come from? Don’t know.
And as long as my Grade A choice ends up in my bed, don’t care…