Last night I passed on a bunch of good fuck options for one in particular I really wanted… then he bailed on me at the last minute. At least there’s a good gloryhole I know about right around the corner.
I wasn’t able to breed my best buddy before he headed overseas (another one off to Germany), but he was piggy enough to do what I asked and leave me a treat on his back porch…his sweaty, used t-shirt and jockstrap!
You have to understand, this is one of those guys whose smell is totally fucking intoxicating to me. I grabbed it, ran back to my car and took a big, deep sniff. Instant boner!
Plus, this shirt and jock were so ripe, the smell filled my hot car and I drove 20 minutes to the gym with a full-on, throbbing erection the entire time.
For obvious reasons, I’m not a fan of Nathan Gear, but I’m definitely into Rich Kelly and this whole setup.
In fact, I’ve been finding myself in similar situations a lot lately with my newest boy, who’s very hairy, kind of looks like Kelly and is kinky as fuck!
Too much smoking, drinking, dancing and various other fumes, pills and powders have conspired to give me one helluva hangover this morning.
And yet I’m still happily in another city with a jumble of sexy memories and a rogue athletic sock left in my hotel room that’s been impregnated with all the smells of last night… and of one man in particular…
It kind of ruins the effect when we’re offered a fantasy scene of two guys running into each other at the gym and fucking, and we know that they’re partners in real life. Some studios even prohibit real-life partners from doing 1-on-1 scenes together, which makes sense in situations like this one.
Still, if you put that aside, the scene is pretty hot. And it does inspire me to pick up the next muscle bear I run into at the gym…