Although I’m swimming in muscle bears this weekend in South Florida, there are a handful of cute otters in the mix. None have been quite as impressive as Jimmie Slater though. He’s in a category all by himself.
I think I’ve enjoyed the experience of thick fur blanketing ripped abs exactly once in my life. It was with a massage guy in Seattle who gave me a verrry happy ending…
Wow. Just remembering. He was fucking hot!!
Now I want to find Jimmie Slater while I’m down here! LOL!
After a relaxing massage yesterday, I got a little sidetracked on my way home. This cute, furry bottom I kinda fooled around with before messaged me on Scruff that his boyfriend was out of the town for the weekend (my massage guy’s studio is close to his place). So I drove my greasy self right over and bred his hairy hole.
Although I didn’t get to meet him, I did see Drew Sebastian walking around at Gay Days earlier this month. Yes, he’s hot in videos (even this older one), but good goddamn, that is one big, beefy dude!
I have to admit I’m a little jealous. While I’m happy to have a lanky yogi’s body, I’ve always dreamed of being a beefed-up monster. At least while I work towards becoming more of a giant, there are still plenty of beefy fireplugs who love taking my big dick…
This super hot muscle guy taught the arm-balancing workshop I went to this afternoon. It was hard enough trying to concentrate and hold my body in a pose mid-air without having images of this straight hunk and what he must look like naked flooding my brain!
Why do I always end up crushing on the only straight guys in the circus…
Oh, my god. Even after feeding the bears yesterday, I’m still so fucking horny. I’ve literally been walking around with a boner today. No lie. I went to yoga with a boner. Bought my lunch with a boner. Well, I didn’t buy my lunch with a boner, but I had one while I was in line.
And everyone on Scruff I want is either at work right now or hundreds of miles away. Arrrgh!
Be sure to treat your Daddy right today. You know what he wants!
And if you don’t have a Daddy, why not try taking a six-pack with you to the park? I’m sure you’ll find some DILF there who’s just a few drinks away from sneaking off to the bathroom with you…
