Last night I passed on a bunch of good fuck options for one in particular I really wanted… then he bailed on me at the last minute. At least there’s a good gloryhole I know about right around the corner.
This guy I’ve been kind of seeing is heading to Berlin on vacation in the next couple of weeks, and although I admit I’m a little jealous over it, I hope he lets himself be free enough to enjoy some crazy darkroom sex or a “mare market” while he’s there…
Vault Classics, Scene 09
Featuring Dakota, Chris Dickerson and John Tristram
I was pawing through the gay magazines at an adult bookstore yesterday and realized there wasn’t anything that compared to the glossy mags of yore.
In the age of the Interwebs, there’s something special about flipping through a dirty magazine and beating off to the butch, hairy musclemen (with no steroid bloat) gettin’ it on like they mean it.
Maybe I can find some on eBay with the pages still stuck together…
I’m going to a leather event over 4th of July weekend and have been busy booking transportation, buying outfits and scheduling hookups. Of course, it’ll all be worth it when it’s pig pile after pig pile after pig pile…