Daddy Issues
Featuring Matt Stevens and Bradley Boyd
Turns out the outwardly conservative guy I hooked up with yesterday is (not surprisingly) a freak between the sheets, so suddenly I became both his straight rapist and Sir. When I flipped him on his back, slid deep inside him and the dirty talk started flowing, the rapist/Sir roles got a little muddied, but I was happy to play along.
Whoever I was, it was the perfect opportunity to work on being more vocally dominant with my boys…
Movember continues, and my favorite furry flight attendant has decided to grow his mustache in on the tips so he can wax and curl them up when not at work.
He’s already one hot lay (I about drowned him with my load just the other night), so I can’t wait to see him with his new look. Mustaches like that drive me nuts!
Spending the afternoon at the Epcot Food & Wine Festival today should be tons of fun, especially since there are always lots of horny guys (gay and straight) at the theme parks looking for an escape.
So I’ll eat and drink my way around the World Showcase and hopefully bring dessert home with me…
I’m hoping that by the time Gay Days rolls around again next June that I’ll have built up as much lean muscle as Michel Rudin. I think it’s going to be close, and I’m very happy about that.
We know by now that typically I’m not a fan of compilation videos, but my balls are so full and achy that all I want to do is watch guys shooting their loads. I like to think of it as a form of edging.
And since I’m already watching Colt Studios flicks today, why not go for a classic Buckshot shootout…
Why is it that all the guys who’ve been hitting on me lately are so clean cut? Even at the Movember beer festival I went to last night, hardly anyone was sporting facial hair, other than the free fake ‘staches being passed out. I definitely need more fur in my diet.
In the meantime, I have employed the time machine that is the Internet to return to a hairier time, mid-2012, when we saw a lot more of the Bob Hagers and Will Swaggers of the world…