Turns out I didn’t need two dates yesterday. Brunch guy turned into an all-day experience of eating, fucking, going to a museum, the park, more eating, more fucking, drinks and, you guessed it, more fucking. He left to drive back home this morning.
I’m trying to convince him to come back for Bear Bust this weekend. As a ginger muscle bear, he’ll fit right in.
And so, the conversation with my end-of-summer boy continues. We may have only exchanged one nude pic each, but there’s a lot of dirty talk going back and forth between us. We’re both very verbal.
I have a chance to fly up and visit him for a long weekend next month, and I just might take it. The mental pictures we’ve been weaving together, along with my memories of how he milked my cock dry with his twerking, are pretty persuasive…
At my friend’s birthday party a few days ago, a few of us started talking about what it would be like for all of us to fuck together. We’ve almost all fucked each other individually, so why not get together and fuck in a group?
According to the texts, we’re all available this weekend…
Although I had tons of fun at the pool yesterday, I didn’t get any action other than a little petting and fondling.
I’ve got meetings all morning today, so maybe I can get back out to the pool this afternoon, but it’s not looking good. I might have to stroke one out in the men’s room instead.