For a long time, I’ve had an old, heavily sweat-stained t-shirt from someone whose smell I love in a Ziploc bag in my nightstand. But when I went to open it this morning for an added boost to my stroking, I sadly found that the shirt had lost its smell.
Just thinking of his scent stiffens my dick, but actually having it up my nose is what really makes me cum hard, so the time is ripe for a new stank order…
I’ve never been arrested for anything, but I have been patted down by a hunky security guard at an event before. I remember getting caught checking out the big package he had stuffed in his uniform pants.
And I like to fantasize that that’s why I got the pat-down…
My puppy is so generous. He brought home a muscular little fireplug last night and messaged me to see if I wanted to come over and share.
This guy was thick and veiny and eager to get stuffed, so he was pretty excited when I showed up to join them. We took turns feeding him our cocks and eating his ass while he buzzed with delight. When it came time to fuck him, the noises he made were intoxicating.
There’s definitely a difference in the way someone sucks your cock while he’s getting fucked…
I’ve always thought Manuel Deboxer was sexy, especially when he’s furry. It’s impressive that ten years later he’s still smokin’ hot, probably even hotter than before.
Spandex Happy Hour last night was a blast, hanging out with friends, figuratively and in some cases literally. But I have to ask again, where are all these bottoms everywhere says we have a glut of? All of the guys I was interested in fucking last night were tops.
I’m heading over to a jockstrap/naked Super Bowl party yet again this year. This one is a little closer to my place at a house that’s going to prove to be a tight squeeze if everyone on the guest list shows up.
We’ll practically be sitting on each others’ laps…