Okay. Bear Bust is over, and I am sufficiently fucked out. It was such a fun weekend meeting people, dancing, playing pool games and, of course, hooking up, but now I’m ready for a break.
Half day of work. Yoga. Then movie night hosted by a friend of mine at the bar.
Ooo. At the bar.
So I guess you never know what could happen! Haha!
Happy Hump Day! I’ve been seeing a lot of Skyy Knox and Beaux Banks lately, both of whom I consider very humpable.
It’s just that I prefer both of them in the bottom bunk. I kinda hoped that a Lucio Saints or a Rodolfo would have entered the picture and fucked both their brains out. Bareback.
But if I had to choose, Beaux Banks would be my bottom, all day, every day. So, at the least the director got that right…
I still don’t understand barbershop fuck scenes…all those little hairs everywhere! But I was willing to suspend disbelief of that itchy detail to enjoy watching a couple of muscle hunks with major tan lines banging in the salon.
And that suit and sheer socks? Makes me excited for Monday…
And so, the conversation with my end-of-summer boy continues. We may have only exchanged one nude pic each, but there’s a lot of dirty talk going back and forth between us. We’re both very verbal.
I have a chance to fly up and visit him for a long weekend next month, and I just might take it. The mental pictures we’ve been weaving together, along with my memories of how he milked my cock dry with his twerking, are pretty persuasive…
It’s hard to believe it’s Monday again, but today should go pretty smoothly for me. I have a lot to do, but getting to the office isn’t on my list. I’m happily working at home.
Of course, my tune would change if I had hunky, muscular co-workers like Nick North and Andy Star parading around in their suits, whispering dirty gay promises in my ear…