I was chatting with my housekeepers today (those girls hear some stories), and I realized that, like me, pretty much all the guys I hook up with have beards. Rarely do the smooth-faced get attention from me in real life.
Beards add something to all kinds of sex, like brushing his cock with it when you blow him, running it across his hole while you rim him or using it to mop up his incredible armpit smell while you’re fucking him. But there’s something especially intimate about petting another man’s beard while you’re kissing him.
So if you want to leave it as a one-night stand, don’t do that.
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.
The Art Basel craziness may be fading fast, but for some the ginger hunt continues. And no, young man, it’s not just a phase you’re going through, so when you find one you like, be sure to get a lot of use out of him…
Since I’m spending time with someone who’s really into gingers, I’ve been seeing lots and lots of them everywhere we go. Mostly because he suddenly stops talking and stares in one direction.
I’m kind of glad that my gym doesn’t have open showers where crazy shenanigans go down. Even when I used to workout over at the bathhouse, I just liked to get in and out of there.
