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.
Although I skipped out on the drunken debauchery of leather night last night (I heard it was a good one), I thoroughly enjoyed watching Hugh Jackman’s giant muscle physique and naked ass walk across the screen in the latest X-Men movie:
I think it was a fair trade, especially since I already made plans to get with my hairy muscle pup this afternoon…
Although I wasn’t able to make it down to Miami Beach for White Party Week, I’m looking forward to all the stories from my friends who are there. I imagine they’ll sound something like the how the above looks.
It would have been fun to go, but I’ll only be furious about skipping this year if one of them has sex with the actual Denis Vega…
I’ve said before that in certain angles I can see my bearfriend in Brock Austin. Funny thing is, I just found out that on a recent business trip, he actually was inside Brock Austin!
Maybe it’s because we weren’t able to hook up last night, but I had some crazy sex dreams involving my bearfriend. We were fucking in the clouds, in his country house, in front of a rainforest backdrop that hunky, shirtless movers kept changing, and even in a hotel window overlooking Las Ramblas in Barcelona.
In my dream, we won an award for that last one. Best Window Pane…