My cute fantasy man sent me a video this morning of him jacking off in the bathroom at work. He shot it at the request of someone else but sent it to me, too, the hot little fucker.
So now I’m all distracted at my desk, not sure what to do with myself. Actually, I know exactly what to do. I’ll stroke one out to that video he sent!
He looks a little like Aaron Asker, but with a better body. Impossible, I know…
Pig Puppy, Scene 4
Starring Lance Hart and Tyler Rush
Called it.
Last night I hooked up with a guy who definitely liked it rough. I kept fucking and fucking him, probably the deepest, hardest fuck I’ve delivered in a long time. I like my bottoms to whimper (at least a little), and it took a lot of work to break this power bottom.
Definitely a pro. He told me later that he practices fucking himself every day with a thick, 12-inch dildo.
Next time I’ll have to invite a bunch of friends over to use that pig hole up…
I saw an amazing DILF when dick-twin and I were grabbing a beer yesterday. He was bearded, inked and muscular like a man who runs Tough Mudders on the weekend. We spent the rest of our drinks talking about him and what we wanted to do him.
Although there’s no chance for me to hook up today, I do have a new realistic dildo to keep me company. Problem is, the more I use it, the more I want to use it on someone else as my DP partner. The logistics would be so much easier!
I’m heading to an unusual Super Bowl viewing party tonight. Jockstraps only in the first half, nude in the second half.
Since it’s a nudist party and not a sex party, I’m gonna need to fully unload before I go there. Otherwise, with my jockstrap fetish, I’ll be poking guys’ eyes out in the second half!
Besides the fact that Zack is an attractive, bearded, well-hung muscle stud, what boners me out about this scene is that it takes place somewhere other than the bedroom or a couch. And that there are tools everywhere.
It definitely has to do with the fact that as I boy I found dirty magazines in my father’s tool shed and would go out there to masturbate. The fact that I could get caught and the dark, oily smell of the tool shed made the experience sleazily addictive.
To this day, I still get majorly aroused whenever I’m in a room full of hand tools…