I was at a dinner party recently where a urologist in attendance was talking about research that shows men who have at least 21 emissions per month substantially lower their risk for prostate cancer. Doing the math, that’s at least 5 loads per week, so I need to meet more guys!
I got back last night just in time to take my puppy to Spandex Happy Hour. He was a hit in his tight little wrestling singlet, and I got so turned on petting him and inviting other guys in spandex and underwear to enjoy him that finally I had to lead him into the bathroom and fuck him in one of the stalls.
He pulled off his shoulder straps and with the singlet around his ankles, I bent him over and pounded him. It was easy to overhear us (which we knew), and men started gathering, trying to look through the cracks. I reached back and unlatched the door letting a few come in and take pics while I bred him. It was so incredibly hot that we agreed we’re going to have to play in public more!
Not gonna lie. I’m pretty frustrated with the gym. I’m at the end of a cutting cycle and didn’t get nearly the results I was hoping for. I was more cut at the end of my last bulking cycle!
So tomorrow I start bulking again, and hopefully can put on the mass I want. Not really sure how that’s going to happen at a hotel gym, but if I wanna look like these guys someday (and I do), I’ll make it happen…
I’ve been needing my feet worshiped for a while now, and I think my time has come. There’s a huge fetish party tonight, which I know for a fact is going to include male foot worshiping demonstrations.
Hopefully I can find a guy to bring home and use as my footstool. I’ll even let him get off, as long as the worshiping is up to par…
It was exciting to see two of my long-time favorites together in this scene, especially after recently meeting Hugh Hunter in person at a recent bear event!