The big gay cocktail party last night was so much fun that I couldn’t tear myself away from it. In fact, I snuck a half a Vicodin a couple of hours in so I could drink longer than usual. Unfortunately, I forgot to bring my hangover prevention pills with me, so today I’ve got a real banger. And the Hangover Hornies!
Short week this week. Big gay cocktail party tonight, then a race through the next few days before heading to St. Pete for the weekend.
I may have missed Pride there this year (270,000 people!), but I still plan on having a dirty, gay old time. I know a few guys in that area I haven’t seen in a while who are very excited I’ll be in town, and then there’s the gay resort…
OMG. There was an adorable little guy serving us at the restaurant last night. We all agreed he would be super-fun to toss around! But none of us got his number. What’s wrong with us??
Still, it’s given me a hankering for short men again. Like it ever left!
I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been attending lots of skill-building exercise workshops or the fact that I’ve been spending so much time in the gym, but my fantasies really have been turning toward men in jockstraps and athletic socks lately.
I’m grateful that I respond to a much wider range of sexual stimuli as a full-grown man, but this video reminds me of simpler times, when jockstraps and underwear were almost the only thing that would get me off.
Oh, my god. Even after feeding the bears yesterday, I’m still so fucking horny. I’ve literally been walking around with a boner today. No lie. I went to yoga with a boner. Bought my lunch with a boner. Well, I didn’t buy my lunch with a boner, but I had one while I was in line.
And everyone on Scruff I want is either at work right now or hundreds of miles away. Arrrgh!
Even though my body is still recovering from all the partying last weekend, my libido is doing just fine. In fact, it’s actually super high and kinda distracting. I’ve had to beat off a bunch of times already just to get through the day. It’s like hair-of-the-dog for fucking my brains out!
And I’m definitely leaning toward mustachioed muscle Daddies…