I love a good mustache, and Mike’s got one. There have been a lot of hot mustachioed men in my life, but I have to wonder how many of them I would consider hot now. I mean, all I can remember from a lot of them is a vague shape with a great ‘stache.
Maybe this month I’ll start asking guys with good mustaches for pictures and turn it into some kind of book. You know, for my personal use.
Every man likes a compliment on his facial hair, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Push-brooms and handlebars to the front of the line!
When I was younger, it used to unnerve me when a guy would look up at me while he was sucking my dick, but now I love it. The pleading look in his eyes, the desire to please me, that while he’s satisfying his hunger, he wants me to know how much he wants it and that he’s giving himself to me.
My puppy is very good at giving that look. Hmm. I need to spend more time learning to be a better handler for him…
I’ve been getting lucky so often lately that sometimes it feels like there’s a virtual orgy going down. I’ve actually been referring these guys to each other, too, so I have to imagine that (at least) a 3-way is somewhere in my near future…
My bearfriend’s heading out to his country house today, so I’ve decided to go and surprise him. I can’t wait to get all up in that beard and those hairy muscles of his, but I may have to wear a gag if his neighbors are home. I’m feeling especially frisky and free-spirited today.
I’m sure it has something to do with my kind, hairy father and his scratchy beard, but there’s definitely something arousing about the stereotypical dirty old man and his mustache. Add in my underwear fetish and this guy with his dick poking out of his white briefs is too much…
