Maybe it’s that at this point pretty much everyone has some kind of Viagra, Cialis or herbal supplement in their system, but the pool parties have totally turned into foot-long wiener boils. Seriously, there’s more lycra getting stretched here than at a Speedo factory!
I’ve decided this year to branch out at Gay Days and meet as many new people as possible. And with my new full beard and fit body, this Daddy’s going to be attracting a lot of attention from younger guys looking for someone with experience…
Over the years, my underwear fetish has gradually generalized to include a sock fetish, but bare feet still didn’t do it for me. That may be changing now as my new fetish for tickling men is developing.
It’s the sounds that certain men like Mitch make when they’re being tickled that really do it for me. His loud moaning is sooo sexual that I can’t help but get a hard-on. And if I can make a guy make those sounds by tickling his feet, I’m sure feet are going to be on the menu for me in the future…
I thought I was done with little guys after the last couple didn’t work out, but it seems I was too close to see what was going on. Now that I have a little objective distance, I realize that the problem wasn’t discomfort with the size disparity or power dynamic. It was that both of them got too serious too fast with the dating stuff.
What I need is a stable of short men with tight little muscle butts who I can fuck, no strings attached. Hunky fireplugs who just want some big Daddy dick and that’s it…
My old Bearfriend is coming back from vacation in Israel soon and now that we’re on speaking terms again, I’m looking forward to hearing stories about all the hot guys he met over there.
Papa Bear hasn’t even left the city and my naughty puppy (who looks like Adam Ramzi) is already sexting me pics of himself in jockstraps and leather, trying to get me to come over and play.
To be honest, I’m so satisfied (and worn out) that I’m actually going to pass and take a day to recuperate.