Despite the full moon and the cosmos being in turmoil, I’ve actually had a pretty good day today. Fires were easy to extinguish. I started a great new workout routine at the gym. And hot guys are messaging me even as I write this.
So hopefully yours was only as torturous as you wanted it to be…
Bearfriend showed up early, so I sent him off to the gay sundries store down the street to pick up a new jockstrap and a fresh bundle of rope while I shoot this off to you. Of course we’ve already fucked once. You know it’s almost impossible for me to relax with that looming in the air. And the sooner that’s taken care, the faster I can reload!
So that’s all for today, gentlemen. Happy Super Bowl Sunday!
I went to a deep stretch yoga class today that involved tying straps to our feet and pulling our legs back and wide… but no one in the class was making sounds like Marc Dylan.
Of course, no one in the class was getting ass- and face-fucked by Adrian Long.
You know those straight guys at the gym who don’t know that what they’re doing arouses the gay guys? Not the ones who think so much of themselves that they think even gay guys want them, but the oblivious hot ones who bend over at the waist to pick up the bar. The same ones who lift up their shirts to wipe their faces or do squats like they’re sitting on a big dick?
Well, one of them at my gym (a soccer coach, I think) wore a sleeveless shirt today and it was like watching a Michelangelo sculpture exercise. Damn. I’d love to see him stripped and manhandled by me and a couple of my friends…
My bearfriend’s heading out to his country house today, so I’ve decided to go and surprise him. I can’t wait to get all up in that beard and those hairy muscles of his, but I may have to wear a gag if his neighbors are home. I’m feeling especially frisky and free-spirited today.