If I’m talking about someone who makes it hard to decide which position I want to see him in, Letterio’s name would definitely come up.
He’s such a hot, beefy stud, I love to watch him get fucked. But then again, he’s such a hot, beefy stud, I love to watch other guys falling over themselves for a ride on his big fat dick…
One of the guys I’ve been hooking up with recently has a big taste for straight and dangerous men. I may not be either, but a lot of people seem to be intimidated by my height and ink coverage. Other men also describe me as masculine, although in my mind I’m not the butchest of cowboys. Still, I wonder if that’s part of what attracts him to me.
I’m going to have to go with this guy to a few of his straight hangouts sometime. I’d love to see more examples of the kinds of guys he likes. I imagine they’re beefy and kind of thuggish, like Victor. So I wonder how long the butchness lasts after he gets them home and the bondage equipment comes out…
After watching this video, I may have to take an early lunch. I’m in the mood for throating a huge cock and stuffing a little muscle bottom with my big dick. If only Brett Bradley and Armond Rizzo were at the gloryhole I’m thinking of hitting up!
Or I could get on Craigslist and roll the dice with a new one…
Daddy Issues
Featuring Matt Stevens and Bradley Boyd
Turns out the outwardly conservative guy I hooked up with yesterday is (not surprisingly) a freak between the sheets, so suddenly I became both his straight rapist and Sir. When I flipped him on his back, slid deep inside him and the dirty talk started flowing, the rapist/Sir roles got a little muddied, but I was happy to play along.
Whoever I was, it was the perfect opportunity to work on being more vocally dominant with my boys…
Taking the day off at Food & Wine yesterday definitely helped me recharge my batteries. The small plates and drinks kept coming and coming, and so did the waves of hot guys…and not just in the crowds.
New shows at Epcot include hunky lumberjacks, talented trumpet players with tight little bodies and an Italian man so skilled with his legs and a flagpole that even the straight guys next to me were commenting on it.
Movember continues, and my favorite furry flight attendant has decided to grow his mustache in on the tips so he can wax and curl them up when not at work.
He’s already one hot lay (I about drowned him with my load just the other night), so I can’t wait to see him with his new look. Mustaches like that drive me nuts!
I’m hoping that by the time Gay Days rolls around again next June that I’ll have built up as much lean muscle as Michel Rudin. I think it’s going to be close, and I’m very happy about that.