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.
My bearfriend and I broke up a few months ago, but recently he contacted me to try to clear the air and see if we can be friends, which of course I’m open to.
The side-effect is that now I’m thinking about muscle bottoms with big, thick cocks again and how much I love them. I get a lot of play, but I haven’t been with someone who’s got a bubble butt and big tool like his.
Athletic super-hunk JP Dubois reminds me that no matter how far I’ve come in developing my body, I can always go further. He was hot before, but now? Just incredible.
