You know those straight guys at the gym who don’t know that what they’re doing arouses the gay guys? Not the ones who think so much of themselves that they think even gay guys want them, but the oblivious hot ones who bend over at the waist to pick up the bar. The same ones who lift up their shirts to wipe their faces or do squats like they’re sitting on a big dick?
Well, one of them at my gym (a soccer coach, I think) wore a sleeveless shirt today and it was like watching a Michelangelo sculpture exercise. Damn. I’d love to see him stripped and manhandled by me and a couple of my friends…
Erector, Scene 4
Starring Derek Atlas and Juan Lopez
Not to complain, but I’d gotten so used to having sex all the time that since I didn’t hook up today I feel a little gypped. Sure, Mercury just went retrograde, but that shouldn’t mean I have to go without.
Maybe I just need to seek out more fetishy pastures…
I’ve been getting lucky so often lately that sometimes it feels like there’s a virtual orgy going down. I’ve actually been referring these guys to each other, too, so I have to imagine that (at least) a 3-way is somewhere in my near future…
