Apparently I project a much straighter image than I think I do. In the past couple of days, several guys have called me “straight,” “manly,” “masculine,” and even “regal.” That last one made me, for lack of a better word, guffaw.
So I figured why not capitalize on this straight, masculine me. I’m going to start responding to Craiglist ads looking for hung straight guys for no-reciprocation blowjobs. One more tool to help me satisfy my enormous sexual appetite…
It’s the last Hump Day of the year, and an old friend of mine is throwing a special party to say goodbye to 2015 with a select group of attractive men and an open bar.
There’s sure to be a Sergeant Miles and a Rafael Lords in the group.
In The Flesh, Scene 6
Starring Antonio Miracle, Hugo Arenas and Alberto Esposito
I got invited to a three-way this evening. A birthday present for my friend’s husband, who apparently expressed interest in fucking me while I fuck my friend.
The problem? The man is girthy. Maybe someday I’ll find that to be a blessing, but right now, my tight little inexperienced hole can only take so much…
