I’m a little hungover after spending so much time drinking in the sun yesterday, but I can still remember most of what happened.
The party started at 2p, and I wanted to get there early so I could socialize with friends before everyone got too drunk. My plan was to leave before sunset, since that’s when the fuckery always starts at events like these.
Although I flirted with a couple of cute guys and made lots of innuendo, I really didn’t want to stick around for the full-on sex party. I almost got convinced to stay by a few guys who wanted me for their own selfish purposes, but instead I got out of there just as the fucking began.
Although yesterday didn’t work out, I’ve got a couple of different guys lined up for today. It’s too bad one of them doesn’t do groups or I’d schedule them together.
Regardless, it’ll be interesting to see how this plays out…
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…