This sexual drought is killing me. I couldn’t tell if the waiter last night was flirting with me, my gaydar is totally on the fritz and I’ve even found myself getting turned on by much younger men.
Hmm. I was kind of disappointed by this one. Maybe it’s that they’re fucking in what looks like the middle of nowhere, in other words, with no chance of getting caught.
I don’t need a pretty view to inspire me to fuck someone, so maybe they’re trying to sell romance? I just don’t get that vibe here…
Ok, so maybe I went a little overboard at the Big Gay Cocktail Party I attended last night. I kept my dick in my pants, but I did make out with a couple of guys, including a bearded stud who looks a lot like Hunter Marx.
The few trips I’ve been able to take this year have almost all been to stay with family, friends and…special friends. But when it comes down to it, I actually enjoy having my own space at a hotel.
Have you seen the amenities some of them are offering these days…
I won’t be receiving a fist anytime soon, but it’s definitely time to stretch my hole. I’ve been a top for so long, that I’m having trouble taking a dick in the rare cases when I want one…