As I suspected, the threesome I was supposed to have yesterday didn’t go off. We were talking and laughing and flirting, but I could tell that the chemistry just wasn’t right. So I drifted off, made out with another guy, got a couple of numbers and headed out.
Later that night, the married guy messaged me, apologizing for not following through. He then sent me some extra dirty pics of himself (in gear, with toys, etc.) and begged for my cock, promising to give up his ass to me someday soon. It left me so hard and leaking that I happily accepted his apology…and promise.
Last night at the huge performance arts festival that’s been running all week, I met a furry little lumberjack from Canada with pretty eyes, a sweet smile and a big ol’ ass of solid muscle. His show finished early in the evening, and we got talking over cocktails in a tent by the outdoor stage.
I live close to where the festival is held, so after a couple of drinks, we snuck off to my place for a crazy quickie, cleaned up and got right back. Neither his co-performers or my friends were any the wiser!
It turns out my worn out feeling yesterday was actually food poisoning. By late morning, let’s just say I had all the signs, which unfortunately left me weak and achy by the end of the day. So, no Papa or puppy for me.
Fortunately, it seems to have been a very mild case, and I expect to be back to full strength by tonight. Just in time for a farewell session with Papa Bear…
Papa Bear hasn’t even left the city and my naughty puppy (who looks like Adam Ramzi) is already sexting me pics of himself in jockstraps and leather, trying to get me to come over and play.
To be honest, I’m so satisfied (and worn out) that I’m actually going to pass and take a day to recuperate.
Only two weeks left until Gay Days, and I’ve gotten pretty much into the shape I wanted for this year. The human body is so weird and amazing that it’s always interesting to me to talk with guys about what they do to create the bodies they’re in.
The swollen bodybuilder-types are always funniest.
My bearfriend and I broke up a few months ago, but recently he contacted me to try to clear the air and see if we can be friends, which of course I’m open to.
The side-effect is that now I’m thinking about muscle bottoms with big, thick cocks again and how much I love them. I get a lot of play, but I haven’t been with someone who’s got a bubble butt and big tool like his.
I was chatting with a friend of mine at the pool yesterday about how he’s converting his photography hobby into a legitimate business.
He loves it as an artistic job, and also loves all the hot guys he gets to shoot. Apparently, trying to stay professional around some of these hunks is a real challenge for him!
