I’m headed to a beard competition this afternoon that’s bound to be loaded with eye candy. It’s at a brewery, so most of them will be straight, but I don’t mind.
For a long time, I’ve had an old, heavily sweat-stained t-shirt from someone whose smell I love in a Ziploc bag in my nightstand. But when I went to open it this morning for an added boost to my stroking, I sadly found that the shirt had lost its smell.
Just thinking of his scent stiffens my dick, but actually having it up my nose is what really makes me cum hard, so the time is ripe for a new stank order…
I’ve been practicing yoga for a little over three years now, and it’s vastly improved my flexibility both outside and inside the bedroom. It’s gotten to the point where my sexual partners comment on a regular basis about the positions I can get us in, usually including something along the lines of “damn, Daddy!!”
So stay flexible, my dirty gay friends. Your body and your partners will appreciate it…
I totally scored last night at the bar. I met this incredibly hot muscle bear visiting from Atlanta who was really into me. So much so that he couldn’t wait for me to fuck him. I bred his big muscle butt under one of the staircases while his friend waited around the corner as a lookout.