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…
Last night with my bearfriend was great. We drank, screwed, took a couple of Vicodin, went out for steaks, drank, saw Santa, screwed and passed out. Come to think of it, it’s actually only the second time we’ve fucked under the influence.
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.
I’m heading down to Miami Beach this gorgeous afternoon for Art Basel. And while I plan on spending most of my time checking out all the crazy, amazing art, I also will be relieving my aching balls in some creative way. Preferably outdoors.
Side note to Cy Kohen: You’ve had such fun haircuts. What happened? Bring them back!