Apparently I project a much straighter image than I think I do. In the past couple of days, several guys have called me “straight,” “manly,” “masculine,” and even “regal.” That last one made me, for lack of a better word, guffaw.
So I figured why not capitalize on this straight, masculine me. I’m going to start responding to Craiglist ads looking for hung straight guys for no-reciprocation blowjobs. One more tool to help me satisfy my enormous sexual appetite…
It’s the last Hump Day of the year, and an old friend of mine is throwing a special party to say goodbye to 2015 with a select group of attractive men and an open bar.
There’s sure to be a Sergeant Miles and a Rafael Lords in the group.
In The Flesh, Scene 6
Starring Antonio Miracle, Hugo Arenas and Alberto Esposito
I got invited to a three-way this evening. A birthday present for my friend’s husband, who apparently expressed interest in fucking me while I fuck my friend.
The problem? The man is girthy. Maybe someday I’ll find that to be a blessing, but right now, my tight little inexperienced hole can only take so much…
It’s sad the holidays went by so fast, but since the last weekend of the year is almost over, it’s time to get out the drill and take down the decorations.
