I can’t believe I’m home already. Having left my little Frenchman, a Mexicub and a handful of other world travelers behind, I’m back in the United States and facing a wall of boxes I have yet to unpack in my new house.
I would feel frustrated and lonely, but fortunately my puppy is coming into town! Great sex, story swapping and trashy TV tonight!!
Hooked up with a hot guy last night who I’m spending the day with today checking out ruins and going to the beach. And what nationality did I get, you might be wondering?
French.
Obviously, I speak English. And I can get by in Spanish and German…but French? Uh-oh. And he only speaks French and a tiny bit of Spanish and English.
This is going to be a crazy communications day! Awesome!!
So far so good down here. Thankfully most Spring Breakers have gone, which skews the age back up and in my favor. I’m already seeing lots of international delights I want to try, and the locals are just as varied and appealing.
I want to like Scott Reynolds in grandpa porn, I really do! But I just never seem to like the guys he’s paired with or the (lack of) chemistry between them. Sorry, Bryan, I just couldn’t get into you in this scene.
What’s up, adult industry? I want to see Scott Reynolds get fucked by, like, Morgan Black or Jake Deckard or, fuck, split gramps open with Rocco Steele!
My straight buddy is going to be at underwear night tonight. So after spending the day brunching and visiting with family, I’ll be sending them home whilst I go on my hunt for Peter Cottontail.
Yeah, I said “whilst!!”
It’s taken a while, but I’ve gotten my buddy to the point where he’s ready to suck his first dick. Mine.
I wish he didn’t have to go, but bearfriend left this morning. We had great time hanging out, eating, drinking and rolling around naked together. So I’m sexually satisfied for now, but feeling at a loss of what to do.