It’s hard to believe that it’s nearing the end of the early hotel reservation period for Gay Days 2019, especially since the event has been moved to mid-August.
Should I take the year off, or go ahead and buy into another year of debauchery with friendly strangers just as horny and crazy as me…
Well, I called it. Last night, I hooked up with one of the Speedo-clad dancers at the Daddy event.
He was more of an otter than a muscle Daddy, but sexy as fuck. He led me under the stairs where we made out hard, then he pulled out my cock, got on his knees and gave me an incredible blowjob before turning around and pulling down his Speedo. He whispered, “fuck me.” And I did.
His hole was so amazing that he had me close to cumming in no time. It was so hot and dangerous. “Breed me, Daddy!” And I did…
Tonight’s the night when the muscle Daddies gather to dance and sweat and lose themselves, and I will be there on the hunt.
It seems like every time I go to one of these events, I end up in a bathroom stall or in the storage area under the stairs (no cameras there either), doing something super gay like sucking cock or getting bred.
I was just talking about ginger Daddies yesterday, and now I’ve got plans to hook up with a ginger twink today.
We’ve been poking each other on Facebook for a while (I know, I know. Don’t judge.) And after a few very flirtatious crossing of paths in person, we’ve finally got a make-out session on the schedule.
I went to a Christmas in July party last night at one of the neighborhood dive bars, and let me tell you, there was some ho-ho-ho’in going down in the cubicles out back.