I’ve been playing by the pool so much that I haven’t been getting to the gym as much as I need. My six-pack is disappearing and slowly being replaced by a soft, furry tummy. It’s nice to pet and would totally be a hit at the Gay Days Bear Pool in June, but if I can’t burn it back off by then, at least I should blow my pecs up more to counterbalance it…
Tonight there’s a fetish fair at the gay resort that I’m looking forward to attending. I’m not that interested in the porn stars who are going to be there, but I am interested in the retro foam party they’re going to have.
Big, hairy men pawing at each other while wet and shiny? I need that in my life…
A cute Latino flight attendant (and self-proclaimed top) who I’ve fucked before started hitting on me on Messenger again. I’m not sure if I’m going to go there because I’ve been lucky to get so many hot offers lately that I really don’t need to settle.
And something in his flirt is throwing me off this morning. He’s coming across as a little conceited, and I don’t feel like fucking the ego out of someone today…