Turns out I didn’t need two dates yesterday. Brunch guy turned into an all-day experience of eating, fucking, going to a museum, the park, more eating, more fucking, drinks and, you guessed it, more fucking. He left to drive back home this morning.
I’m trying to convince him to come back for Bear Bust this weekend. As a ginger muscle bear, he’ll fit right in.
It’s parade day, and I can’t wait to see all the freaks. I mean, I love the diversity of support on display in gay pride parades, but what I like more is ogling the hot men in Speedos and leather, half-drunk, gyrating on floats, acting as moving invitations to the clubs sponsoring them.
Happy Hump Day! I’ve been seeing a lot of Skyy Knox and Beaux Banks lately, both of whom I consider very humpable.
It’s just that I prefer both of them in the bottom bunk. I kinda hoped that a Lucio Saints or a Rodolfo would have entered the picture and fucked both their brains out. Bareback.
But if I had to choose, Beaux Banks would be my bottom, all day, every day. So, at the least the director got that right…
I still don’t understand barbershop fuck scenes…all those little hairs everywhere! But I was willing to suspend disbelief of that itchy detail to enjoy watching a couple of muscle hunks with major tan lines banging in the salon.
And that suit and sheer socks? Makes me excited for Monday…
My black boy is back and eager to please. I was supposed to see him last weekend, but our schedules didn’t click. So tonight he’s going to come over after work and take all his pleasure in worshiping and serving me.
I certainly won’t turn down the opportunity to kick back while he brings me my drink, rubs my shoulders, massages my feet and sucks my cock before I take him to the bedroom and fuck his tight, muscular butt with my big raw dick.