Another late night that I probably should have left hours earlier. Instead, I found myself in a dark garage, making out with a fit, furry fucker and taking turns screwing the party host.
Tonight’s the night when the muscle Daddies gather to dance and sweat and lose themselves, and I will be there on the hunt.
It seems like every time I go to one of these events, I end up in a bathroom stall or in the storage area under the stairs (no cameras there either), doing something super gay like sucking cock or getting bred.
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.