I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been attending lots of skill-building exercise workshops or the fact that I’ve been spending so much time in the gym, but my fantasies really have been turning toward men in jockstraps and athletic socks lately.
I’m grateful that I respond to a much wider range of sexual stimuli as a full-grown man, but this video reminds me of simpler times, when jockstraps and underwear were almost the only thing that would get me off.
A change in my Puerto Rican puppy’s schedule has him back in town today and ready to play. And after yesterday’s romp, I’m kind of excited to switch it up.
Lucky puppy! The moon must be blue because this otter is horny for a dick in his ass…
Although I didn’t get to meet him, I did see Drew Sebastian walking around at Gay Days earlier this month. Yes, he’s hot in videos (even this older one), but good goddamn, that is one big, beefy dude!
I have to admit I’m a little jealous. While I’m happy to have a lanky yogi’s body, I’ve always dreamed of being a beefed-up monster. At least while I work towards becoming more of a giant, there are still plenty of beefy fireplugs who love taking my big dick…
This super hot muscle guy taught the arm-balancing workshop I went to this afternoon. It was hard enough trying to concentrate and hold my body in a pose mid-air without having images of this straight hunk and what he must look like naked flooding my brain!
Why do I always end up crushing on the only straight guys in the circus…
Ever notice how some bottoms are super-secretive about how they “get ready”? I’m guessing it’s that they don’t want cleaning out to be part of the sexual experience.
So clearly, someone out there is going to have a fetish for it.
It’s not my thing. It doesn’t turn me on. But I had to watch this video. You know this guy must have douched for hours before they shot this scene!
Oh, my god. Even after feeding the bears yesterday, I’m still so fucking horny. I’ve literally been walking around with a boner today. No lie. I went to yoga with a boner. Bought my lunch with a boner. Well, I didn’t buy my lunch with a boner, but I had one while I was in line.
And everyone on Scruff I want is either at work right now or hundreds of miles away. Arrrgh!
