Last night was a surprise. I ran into a gay couple I know at an event, and after a few drinks we decided to exit separately and meet back at their place to continue the party in private.
We had a few laughs in their kitchen, but it wasn’t long until the bottom of the couple was naked and on his knees. He sucked both our cocks and offered up his furry hole to be eaten and fucked. His husband and I took turns, winking at each other along the way.
We finished in the bedroom, where the top of the couple showed me the progress he’s been making fisting his husband and making him cum a bucketful.
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.
