In addition to underwear shopping today, I need to start shopping for my Birthday Boyfriend. My birthday is this weekend, but it looks like no one in my Little Black Book is going to be in town…or even in the state!
Finding a Lebanese hunk like Raul Korso would be a great way to fill that hole…
Another weekend of great times with my bearfriend just ended, and we won’t be seeing each other again for a while. So it’s time to shift gears and find a verbal power bottom I can fuck the shit out of.
And I just happen to know one who’s going to be in town two days from now…
I love Christopher Daniels with a beard, but I’m kinda surprised by his extra-lean look. I mean, I’m down to 11% body fat, and I look chunky next to him. I prefer him with a little more meat on his bones.
Don’t get me wrong. I still find him super hot. But it’s going to make me think twice about leaning down any more myself.
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.