This guy I’ve been kind of seeing is heading to Berlin on vacation in the next couple of weeks, and although I admit I’m a little jealous over it, I hope he lets himself be free enough to enjoy some crazy darkroom sex or a “mare market” while he’s there…
Too much smoking, drinking, dancing and various other fumes, pills and powders have conspired to give me one helluva hangover this morning.
And yet I’m still happily in another city with a jumble of sexy memories and a rogue athletic sock left in my hotel room that’s been impregnated with all the smells of last night… and of one man in particular…
This is why I can’t have a workout partner. Like Tim Kruger, I have enough trouble as it is keeping it my pants, and I wouldn’t be able to keep my dick out of a hot muscle ass like the one on Fernando Torres…