After the party last night, I still couldn’t get enough, so I headed over to underwear night for one last drink (or two). The chill in the air made it perfect for briefs, boots and OTC socks.
If summer is ripe for worshiping men’s bare feet, fall and winter should bring out the sock fetishist in me…
It was a long day of fun in the sun yesterday, with lots of Biergarten drinking, which of course landed me in a situation. I was back at this totally hot guy’s house fucking the hell out of him when I suddenly realized we weren’t alone. There was another couple standing there watching us, with their dicks out stroking each other. They wanted to join in and I would have said yes, except for the fact that I wasn’t into either one them. And since they were pushing the issue, I decided it was time to go.
I should always bring guys back to my house where I know we can be alone. And loud…
There was always something about Rocco Steele that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but I’ve finally figured it out. With the longer beard he’s sporting here, he looks like one of my cousins who lives up in the mountains.
Not that he wasn’t already sexy, but the idea of fucking around with Rocco Steele just got even more exciting…