A cute Latino flight attendant (and self-proclaimed top) who I’ve fucked before started hitting on me on Messenger again. I’m not sure if I’m going to go there because I’ve been lucky to get so many hot offers lately that I really don’t need to settle.
And something in his flirt is throwing me off this morning. He’s coming across as a little conceited, and I don’t feel like fucking the ego out of someone today…
The sexting continues today with my Gay Days Husband sending me a video of him masturbating at a job site where he’s a contractor. It’s such a dirty thing to be doing in someone else’s house while you’re supposed to be working…and where you might be caught.
It’s too bad he lives in another state or I’d drive right over and get fucked by that big thing. The danger would be more intoxicating than poppers!
I’ll have to send him a video back of me stroking it to his video…
Just got home from the gym where I ran into my little fantasy man with a spectacular ass who looks sorta like Gabriel Phoenix…except with more muscle and ink.
We’d been talking about hooking up again so he can hear me growl in his ear while I’m breeding him, and now he’s on his way over to my house.
Why do I get the feeling there’s going to be a lot of unusual shenanigans tonight?
The full moon isn’t until tomorrow, but I’m totally getting a rough trade vibe from the club and bar-hopping plans I’ve laid out and by who’s been messaging me.
I better watch my back, or I’m gonna wake up with a redneck in my bed…
Sometimes I feel bad that straight guys don’t get to have as much sex as most gay men do. But then I find a muscular Southern stud stroking it and sympathy is replaced by lust.
I’m too busy to hook up today anyway. Might as well beat off to him…