I’m meeting my landlord in person today for the first time since I rented my new house. He’s a super-friendly guy with a great personality, but I have no idea what he looks like…or if he’s into Silver Foxes like me.
So in a couple of hours, we’ll see if the walk-through ends up over beers, over brunch, or over in the master bedroom…
I love a big hard-on in underwear, whether it’s stuffed in or busting out. I mean, really, who can resist a fit guy with a boner straining his jockstrap?
Put it in a locker room, voyeur-type situation, and I’m done…
It’s almost May and conversations are turning toward Gay Days. All the Last Minute Marys are hitting the gym, desperate to get in shape before the pool parties begin, and all I can say is: Too late, girl. You should have started 6 months ago…or more.
Not trying to be a hater, but please put down your phone and at least try to use the equipment you’re making me wait for. I’ve gotta wrap up this workout and go buy me some new Speedos…one size smaller.