Dirty Rascals, Episode 3
Featuring Gino Mosca and Darius Ferdynand
In addition to my favorite beefy muscle cub, a crop of new hot young guys were working out at the gym this morning. I found myself catching the eye of more than one of them, but there’s something about my straight gym that throws off my gaydar. Still, I have to wonder why I’m checking them out in the first place.
I think I may have to bring one of them home and find out…
Blond Ambition and Muscled Torsos
Featuring Darius Ferdynand and Josh Charters
If I didn’t have to get to work so early this morning, I would have taken my newest fuckbuddy’s offer last night to come by and rape his ass (in a “find the front door accidentally unlocked” kinda way).
He looks like the grown up version of Darius Ferdynand. Hung, friendly and filthy-minded, but with clean, marble-statue good looks and less body fat.
Wait a minute. What the hell was I thinking passing that up!
Maybe it’s because we weren’t able to hook up last night, but I had some crazy sex dreams involving my bearfriend. We were fucking in the clouds, in his country house, in front of a rainforest backdrop that hunky, shirtless movers kept changing, and even in a hotel window overlooking Las Ramblas in Barcelona.
In my dream, we won an award for that last one. Best Window Pane…
It’s so cold out right now, we should all be doing our parts to help those in need. And who wouldn’t want to pick up a hot guy like Martin Mazza in need of a serious ride…
If I’m talking about someone who makes it hard to decide which position I want to see him in, Letterio’s name would definitely come up.
He’s such a hot, beefy stud, I love to watch him get fucked. But then again, he’s such a hot, beefy stud, I love to watch other guys falling over themselves for a ride on his big fat dick…
Taking the day off at Food & Wine yesterday definitely helped me recharge my batteries. The small plates and drinks kept coming and coming, and so did the waves of hot guys…and not just in the crowds.
New shows at Epcot include hunky lumberjacks, talented trumpet players with tight little bodies and an Italian man so skilled with his legs and a flagpole that even the straight guys next to me were commenting on it.