I had some awesome, passionate sex yesterday, but it was with someone who doesn’t have a lot of experience with well-hung men like me. And while I had a great time, I really could use a roll in the hay with someone like Tony Milan soon.
A sexy little stud who apparently knows his way around a big dick…
Maybe if they didn’t have nipple piercings and cock rings, I might have bought it, but I just couldn’t get into this cop-on-cop scene. Which is totally unlike me!
Vault Classics, Scene 09
Featuring Dakota, Chris Dickerson and John Tristram
I was pawing through the gay magazines at an adult bookstore yesterday and realized there wasn’t anything that compared to the glossy mags of yore.
In the age of the Interwebs, there’s something special about flipping through a dirty magazine and beating off to the butch, hairy musclemen (with no steroid bloat) gettin’ it on like they mean it.
Maybe I can find some on eBay with the pages still stuck together…
I’m usually right on time when I go places, but I far exceeded even Gay Time for yesterday’s pool party. And from what I hear, I missed out on some great action.
Where are the bisexual men with hungry, muscular butts when you need them?
I may not have done as much fucking as I had expected this weekend, but everyone around me sure was getting it on! One of my favorite moments was on the first night, watching a hot muscle guy sit down on a big old dick in front of one of the hotel’s outdoor fountains.
I (along with the entire east wing of the hotel), could see it clearly because the guys fucking hadn’t accounted for the landscape lighting making their outlines clearly visible from the side…