I just can’t help myself. Even though I know he’s a flake and that it’s never going to happen, I keep chatting with this young straight guy online who’s totally infatuated with me. I write dirty stories for him that play into his fantasies, and it’s intoxicating to know I’m getting someone off on the spot with just words (I quit sending him pics a while ago and make him beg for more). It’s also been helping me increase the amount of dirty talk I use with the guys I actually meet.
And the live pictures and videos he sends of himself don’t hurt. He’s got a tight little body like Eric Blade here, but without the boner-killing cockiness. If only his dick was as big…
I love underwear, and I love good shower sex. Even better when they come together! I just have two problems with this scene.
Having sex on the tile floor? Not only does it seem unsanitary, tile fucking hurts your back and knees, dude.
The other is more personal. What is it with every guy I fuck lately wanting to finish me off in the cowboy position? Maybe it’s a control issue, but it’s never been the best position for me to shoot my load, even for the most talented bottom.
Trust me, if you’re really that talented, you can demonstrate just as many of those cock-milking skills on your back or knees…
Although I’ve been meeting a lot of horny hipsters with fun facial hair like Dayton O’Connor, the guy I fucked this morning was a muscular Latino, built much more like Liam Santiago. Except my guy had a much more rugged, masculine look.
Sorry, Mr. Santiago. Your boyish face doesn’t do it for me…
Although I just finished breeding a sexy Middle Eastern fuck buddy I see from time to time, I’m already thinking about who’s coming next. The hot, bearded muscle stud I have lined up for tomorrow morning is in the same visual ballpark as Valentino Medici, and it turns out he lives in my neighborhood and wants to hook up.
Now, I may not be quite as muscular as Tomas Brand, but I still plan on fucking the shit out of his beefy, muscular ass…
Callejeros, Episode 2
Featuring Maykel Cash and Robin Sanchez
We’re right in the middle of the fringe art festival, and there are all sorts of hot new guys in town. Some are hipster art fags in skinny jeans sporting unusual facial hair, and some are muscular circus performer types with big noses and foreign accents.
Either way, it’s a smorgasbord of cruising, and quick-and-dirty, late night sex in dark public spaces…
Monday morning and I survived another late underwear night. No thanks to the time I wasted on this hot guy who looked like Chris Harder. I would have brought him home and pulled a Rafael Alencar on him, but he turned out to be an egotistical “retired” model. Snore.
Trust me, watching this porn was way better than any hook up with him would have been…
