There was a guy at the bar last night who looked a lot like Dario Beck. I was about to go ask if it was him, but I ran across Pau Casserras with his trousers around his ankles in the dog run and felt obliged to fill him up instead.
Or did I just dream that? There were a lot of shots flowing last night…
I’m really not that into sounding or Johnny Parker as a top (good thing he flips!), but this fetish scene with dirty gay stud Hunter Marx still had plenty to love, like furry muscles, tall socks, provocative sportswear and big loads.
I wonder if the sling room at the house party I’m going to this afternoon is going to be as well-equipped. Better pack my socks…