I’m locked up in the house with no place to go. The local government doesn’t want anyone out on the roads while they sort out the extent of the hurricane damage.
I wish I would have taken up my puppy’s offer to stay with him and his friend. We would be having a much better time together…
This hot young muscle guy who used to pursue me on Scruff when he was in college but never got me (I have an age cutoff) recently found me on Facebook, and the conversation quickly heated up.
He says he’s very picky, and that I’m the one for whom he wants to be a submissive fuck pup. At first, I was flattered. Then he kept sending more and more pic and vids, and I laid on the dirty Daddy talk. I had him juicing his jeans in no time, and I wasn’t exactly dry either.
The problem? Yet another out-of-stater. At least this one lives in a major metropolitan area that would be fun to visit…and where I have other friends.
I’ve always had a little exhibitionist streak, but I feel like it’s becoming stronger every day. I’ve really been enjoying jacking it in video chat rooms, for example. It’s the modern, safe way to show off.
But I do miss the thrill of the danger of getting caught masturbating in public. I haven’t stroked one out in a public park or bathroom for furtive viewers in a long time.
Hmmm… I think I’ll add a bathroom stop to my bike ride this morning…
Although I’m taking the holiday today to enjoy some time at a friend’s pool party, it’s Monday and I can’t help fantasizing about guys in suits.
I saw a couple of men walking around last week with bulges in their trousers, and it gave me a boner of my own, along with lots of ideas about what to do with them…
As I get older, I’m getting more and more requests from guys to dominate them. The young pups are always so cute, but it’s the older men who I find fascinating.
A lot of these guys hold powerful positions and have big, worked-out bodies. It’s such a turn-on when they relinquish control to me and want to be flipped around and fucked hard.
The last guy I fucked like that could only get hard if he was wearing a collar and having it pulled on. I’d slip my fingers between the leather and his neck, choking him a little bit, and he’d get rock hard. A begging look would come into his eyes, and he would pant with disbelief that finally someone understood and could deliver exactly what he deserved…