I’m finally on PrEP. Well, almost. I just started, so I have to wait at least a week before I redefine the behaviors that are within my acceptable level of risk.
Since I frequently bite the inside of my cheek when I sleep, swallowing loads was always one of those things that made me feel a little uncomfortable. So until I finally get the pleasure of sucking my buddies to completion, I’ll just have to stick to eating my own cum when I’m thirsty for a protein shake…
Apparently I project a much straighter image than I think I do. In the past couple of days, several guys have called me “straight,” “manly,” “masculine,” and even “regal.” That last one made me, for lack of a better word, guffaw.
So I figured why not capitalize on this straight, masculine me. I’m going to start responding to Craiglist ads looking for hung straight guys for no-reciprocation blowjobs. One more tool to help me satisfy my enormous sexual appetite…
It’s the last Hump Day of the year, and an old friend of mine is throwing a special party to say goodbye to 2015 with a select group of attractive men and an open bar.
There’s sure to be a Sergeant Miles and a Rafael Lords in the group.
This year I’m going to see a performance by a string quartet comprised of muscle bears, then throwing myself a luau at one of the tiki bars downtown. It’s going to be a weird night full of hot, hairy guys and flaming drinks.
The holiday partying is in full swing with multiple shows around town. And since I struck out last night (gasp!!), I’m going to hit one party after another tonight until I score.
Hey, the first one’s a fundraiser, so I’m hooking up for a cause…
Surprisingly, I don’t have a party to go to tonight, so I’ll be strapping on the leather gear and heading out to the club to make my own party. I just wonder how full the clubs are going to be this close to the holidays…