The Art Basel craziness may be fading fast, but for some the ginger hunt continues. And no, young man, it’s not just a phase you’re going through, so when you find one you like, be sure to get a lot of use out of him…
In with all the wild art, there were lots of crazy costumes and even crazier behaviors at Art Basel this weekend. You just had to know where to look, and thanks to my bearfriend and friends down from New York and Seattle, I did.
It makes another normal day back home seem boring. So I’ve decided to wear a wrestling singlet tomorrow…all day, everywhere!
Big, burly men being dominated. I have to say that I do get off on it.
I’ll have to try some of these moves at the gym today. There’s a giant ginger muscle stud with huge, heavily-tattooed arms who I’d love to spank for staying on the bench press too long…
Although I skipped out on the drunken debauchery of leather night last night (I heard it was a good one), I thoroughly enjoyed watching Hugh Jackman’s giant muscle physique and naked ass walk across the screen in the latest X-Men movie:
I think it was a fair trade, especially since I already made plans to get with my hairy muscle pup this afternoon…
Instead of watching football all afternoon, why not take up a new hobby this holiday? Go down to the pool hall (which I’m sure is open right now) and find a beefy muscle bottom to play with.
It’s a great way to burn off all those extra calories…
Oh, yes. This is the second time Amir has been tickled at Tickled Hard, and this furry little pup gets it but good. You can hear it in his voice as the session progresses that this time it’s not just tickle torture. He’s getting off on it!
I’d love to pin him down, grab fistfuls of his fur and fuck the hell out of him…
Part of the reason my balls are so blue is that I wasn’t able to hook up with my puppy last night. Lately, we’ve been experimenting with foot worship and I was hoping to cum all over my feet and have him lick them clean. But no dice.
We each had a different party to go to, so I’ll have to save it for the next time he’s in town. The foot sex, not my current load. That ball drop is destined for someone else…