When I first spun up Folsom Undercover on DVD, the oddities, like my dripping cock, quickly arose:
Do all men in suits wear leather harnesses underneath them?
Why do these studs LOOK like air-brushed caricatures of butch men, but don’t actually seem to BE butch?
Are those tattoos real?
Is that Neil Patrick Harris?!
And as I skipped back to the initiation scene (repeatedly), I came to realize that there’s just too much muscled veiny-ness, too much amazingly huge cock, too much straight-up hot fucking, overt voyeurism and fantasy satisfaction to overthink this one. …Or is that what I just did? < Get Dirty >
[Note to my Brother Pigs: Fisting and watersports available on director’s expanded edit of DVD and on Blu-ray.]
Ever wonder what would happen if your boss found all that porn you hide on your office computer? Or what the hot guy in the next office over is doing when he stays after work? Ever wonder why your keyboard is a little sticky in the morning? Let’s put it this way: they found your stash. And if any of them whacking their big, red, uncut cocks at your porn looks like Aaron, get on your knees and lick those keys. < Get Dirty >
Dovetailing on my sock fetish post from yesterday, I realize that if I want other men to truly worship my feet, I need to take better care of them. All of these summer days at the pool have really taken a toll.
Although most people have today off in the U.S., I have a meeting with a very important client. I definitely don’t mind because he’s a giant, sexy muscle bear.
My old bearfriend is finally coming back into town again, so I’m looking forward to catching up with him both on the couch and between the sheets. Despite the fact that we’re not meant to be together, we still enjoy sharing our stories and our bodies.
Trust me, he’s got a remarkable beefy, muscular butt I love to eat and fuck…
