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.
Movember continues, and my favorite furry flight attendant has decided to grow his mustache in on the tips so he can wax and curl them up when not at work.
He’s already one hot lay (I about drowned him with my load just the other night), so I can’t wait to see him with his new look. Mustaches like that drive me nuts!
I’m hoping that by the time Gay Days rolls around again next June that I’ll have built up as much lean muscle as Michel Rudin. I think it’s going to be close, and I’m very happy about that.