I was planning out my weekend when I got a random text from my old bearfriend asking if I want to meet him in Provincetown next week. No major events, but he was gifted a three bedroom condo there for a week and has no one to share it with.
So after talking about all the possibilities of what could happen over a few days as single gay men who used to date in a place like Ptown…I said yes.
I’m up early today so I can everything done before my “date” this afternoon. He’s an incredible straight muscle stud I used to fuck who’s been hitting me up to let me he needs me to fuck him like crazy again.
Since I got stood up again last night, I guess it’s back to bobbing for bears at the pool today. That is if I can get through this shit-ton of work on my desk!
As the weekend approaches, I’ve got hole on the mind. After having my puppy hole the other day, I’m really interested in bedding me some more power bottoms. These 20-something holes are far too tight. Definitely going to have to up the age limit for a while.
Ok. My love of short men is well-known. I love holding them, protecting them, making them feel safe. And I love their eager looks up at me when they latch on and pull me close.
But a short muscle Daddy? OMG. I met one at the pool yesterday and couldn’t keep my hands off of him. He was too adorable. If I didn’t have to leave early, I would have loved to stay and fuck him in his hotel room.
I love a big muscle butt, and a fuzzy ginger hole drives me wild. My two favorite muscle gingers are currently unavailable, so I need to get on Scruff and do some shopping…