Everybody knows I love a hung bottom, but I love irony even more. In this scene, I would much rather see the big-dicked otter fucking the tattooed muscle stud.
It would remind me of all the built hunks I’ve fucked in my past…and the ones yet to come.
A cute Latino flight attendant (and self-proclaimed top) who I’ve fucked before started hitting on me on Messenger again. I’m not sure if I’m going to go there because I’ve been lucky to get so many hot offers lately that I really don’t need to settle.
And something in his flirt is throwing me off this morning. He’s coming across as a little conceited, and I don’t feel like fucking the ego out of someone today…
It’s massage day again, and I could definitely use it. I’ve been training hard getting ready for Gay Days and I’m pretty sore all over.
It’s also a happy ending kind of day. My massage guy has studied genital massage techniques, and frankly his hands feel better than a lot of the mouths and asses I’ve been in.
I got to taste my muscular cycling buddy’s precum yesterday, but that’s as far as it went. Now I’ve got a case of blue balls that won’t quit!
I’d hate to waste this load stroking one out, so I hope that the Universe delivers me a slutty bottom soon. I’m definitely putting the energy out there for it…
Although I don’t see him anymore in person, I still sometimes see this short Latino hunk I used to fuck online. He actually looks a lot like Rafael Lords. I mean, a lot.
And like Rafael Lords, he was an amazing power bottom. He loved taking my big white dick, and was only one of two guys who have ever truly twerked on it.