My bearfriend is from the Miami area, and he’s used to seeing giant muscle studs all the time. It’s a little more rare to find this amount of solid beef in my neck of the woods, so I’ve been practically rolling my tongue back into my mouth at the sight of all the muscular hunks here.
Sunday Funday is here and there’s an early pool party calling my name.
It’s at a Facebook Friend’s house who I’ve never met in person. In fact, there are plenty of guys on the list I don’t know. So I plan on having a great time meeting new people and having lots of laughs. I don’t necessarily need to fuck any of them.
But then again, that’s the old fashioned way gay men make friends, sooo…
I was planning another trip to Ft. Lauderdale later this month, but now I’m thinking maybe I’ll wait until September and go to Pig Dance (the first Saturday of every month) while I’m there.
It’s been a loooong time since I’ve been to one of those events, and I’m feeling very piggy…
I’ve been so busy with work lately that I’ve only had time to stroke it out and move on. I could really use some male contact, especially of the hung variety.
And for some reason, in addition to my normal oral fixation, I’ve really been craving getting fucked…
I’m up early today so I can everything done before my “date” this afternoon. He’s an incredible straight muscle stud I used to fuck who’s been hitting me up to let me he needs me to fuck him like crazy again.
A friend with benefits of mine recently told me about how he hooked up with an ex-priest who could only get off by fisting men. Then this video showed up in my inbox, so of course I had to watch it and beat off to the idea of my FWB getting fisted by a priest.