I love Christopher Daniels with a beard, but I’m kinda surprised by his extra-lean look. I mean, I’m down to 11% body fat, and I look chunky next to him. I prefer him with a little more meat on his bones.
Don’t get me wrong. I still find him super hot. But it’s going to make me think twice about leaning down any more myself.
Although it hasn’t been that long since I was last at underwear night, I feel like there’s been a dearth of arousing men’s undergear in my life. Sure, it’s butt-ass cold outside, but there’s got to be some ski lodge somewhere with a roaring fireplace packed with men in nothing but their skivvies.
Okay, so I may not be into the guys (Kayden Gray is somewhat doable), but I’m definitely into the scene. I haven’t had someone worship my feet in far too long, and I’d be happy to reward him by letting him smell my socks while I fuck him.
I know just the guy for the job, but he’s out of town until next week! I don’t think my feet can wait that long…
I love the contractions I feel on my cock when a guy shoots his load while I’m buried deep inside him. Lately, though, it seems he either pulls himself off or pops me out before he can cum.
Some of it can be chalked up to the inventive positions my partners and I have been trying, but I have to admit I’ve been running into a lot of tight ass lately…which is not always good for someone my size.
I’m thinking there are going to be a few butt plugs in the stockings this Christmas.
In with all the wild art, there were lots of crazy costumes and even crazier behaviors at Art Basel this weekend. You just had to know where to look, and thanks to my bearfriend and friends down from New York and Seattle, I did.
It makes another normal day back home seem boring. So I’ve decided to wear a wrestling singlet tomorrow…all day, everywhere!