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…
This is why I can’t have a workout partner. Like Tim Kruger, I have enough trouble as it is keeping it my pants, and I wouldn’t be able to keep my dick out of a hot muscle ass like the one on Fernando Torres…
I’m not into David Lambert from the neck up, but I have to say it would be a big turn on to fuck a stripper with a nice ass like his right in the club.
Even better, though, is Rocco Steele. I’ve got a pretty deep voice, but there’s no comparison with Steele’s, who had me leaking just from the vibrations emanating from his man pipes…