Dovetailing on my sock fetish post from yesterday, I realize that if I want other men to truly worship my feet, I need to take better care of them. All of these summer days at the pool have really taken a toll.
Another late night that I probably should have left hours earlier. Instead, I found myself in a dark garage, making out with a fit, furry fucker and taking turns screwing the party host.
The weekend is here, and I’m looking to get out there and find me an eager boy to be my playmate.
There’s a vintage sale at the Elks Lodge, an end of summer pool party, an 80’s gay ballroom party, an amazing art closing and it’s restaurant week, too. It would be so much fun to have someone to be my escort.
Hmmm. Maybe I should hire an escort. No muss, no fuss…
I met this horny little 26-year-old at the pool the other day who was not shy about being a size queen. I say, more power to him!
From the way he was dancing, it was obvious he could work a dick, but I wondered exactly how much he could take. He’s super fit, but his frame is really small.
I’ll let you know when I find out. I got his number, after all…