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…
The dirty gay holiday fucking continues with me picking up a guy at a holiday cabaret last night. He was a naturally smooth, ripped stud who wanted nothing more than to make sure my big dick got the attention it deserved. A definite pleaser, he did everything I wanted, including milking my dick with his extremely talented ass.
It looks this sex streak is going to slide cock-first into my birthday this weekend…
