Another weekend of great times with my bearfriend just ended, and we won’t be seeing each other again for a while. So it’s time to shift gears and find a verbal power bottom I can fuck the shit out of.
And I just happen to know one who’s going to be in town two days from now…
This was one of the better scenes from Working Class Stiff with all three performers really getting into their roles. A little cheesy dialogue is going to be required when you’ve got so many different fetishes being appealed to, but the guys delivered it with quiet tension and a smoldering taboo undercurrent.
Big, burly men being dominated. I have to say that I do get off on it.
I’ll have to try some of these moves at the gym today. There’s a giant ginger muscle stud with huge, heavily-tattooed arms who I’d love to spank for staying on the bench press too long…
I have a feeling there’s going to be a lot of sucking and fucking this afternoon and evening. And I’m certain that at least one of those loads is going to be a big shot to the face.
What can I say? I’ve been producing so much cum lately (and it’s been especially sweet, thanks to the pineapple juice in my diet) that it’s like an amusement park ride guys want to go on again and again…
We know by now that typically I’m not a fan of compilation videos, but my balls are so full and achy that all I want to do is watch guys shooting their loads. I like to think of it as a form of edging.
And since I’m already watching Colt Studios flicks today, why not go for a classic Buckshot shootout…
Why is it that all the guys who’ve been hitting on me lately are so clean cut? Even at the Movember beer festival I went to last night, hardly anyone was sporting facial hair, other than the free fake ‘staches being passed out. I definitely need more fur in my diet.
In the meantime, I have employed the time machine that is the Internet to return to a hairier time, mid-2012, when we saw a lot more of the Bob Hagers and Will Swaggers of the world…