Besides the fact that Zack is an attractive, bearded, well-hung muscle stud, what boners me out about this scene is that it takes place somewhere other than the bedroom or a couch. And that there are tools everywhere.
It definitely has to do with the fact that as I boy I found dirty magazines in my father’s tool shed and would go out there to masturbate. The fact that I could get caught and the dark, oily smell of the tool shed made the experience sleazily addictive.
To this day, I still get majorly aroused whenever I’m in a room full of hand tools…
I got thrown way off my schedule by oversleeping my disco nap last night. Luckily, I already made plans for later today with my black son, who’s working third shift right now.
So while I’m here watching porn, edging and waiting for the Sunday paper to be delivered, he’s in the middle of his shift and gently poking fun at his Daddy via text.
It kinda works out great, since we’ll be more in sync when we get together later. We can fuck each other to sleep…
I was sexting yesterday afternoon with the cute boy who wants me to DP him with his Daddy, and he told me he’s having trouble taking a dildo and his Daddy at the same time.
I told him that there’s a difference when it’s two fleshy rods versus one and a toy, but I know that’s not completely true. I’ve seen his Daddy’s dick, and he’s almost as big as I am. Definitely a challenge.
It’s got me thinking again about that realistic dildo I was planning on buying last month but got too distracted with real live men to follow through. Sounds like it’s time to reopen that shopping cart…
I thought it would be easy to work this morning, but it’s been one temptation after another causing one boner after another. Leftover horniness from the full moon maybe? Or too much teasing last night without a release?
Fuck. I want to save myself for my date tomorrow, so I better go to the gym and burn this energy off!
