Yay! The weekend is here, and this afternoon I’m heading to the beach and staying at a big gay guesthouse. It’s a roll of the dice, but gay guesthouses are always exciting, especially the first day.
Who’s going to be by the pool? Who’s in the hot tub? How quickly can I get out there??
Although yesterday may have been a swing and a miss, I’m fully confident that today I’ll get laid. I’ve been chatting with some hot muscle guys on Scruff, including this incredibly sexy, mature, ripped, Spanish muscle bottom who’s in town on business and totally into Daddy.
OMG. There was an adorable little guy serving us at the restaurant last night. We all agreed he would be super-fun to toss around! But none of us got his number. What’s wrong with us??
Still, it’s given me a hankering for short men again. Like it ever left!
Although I’m swimming in muscle bears this weekend in South Florida, there are a handful of cute otters in the mix. None have been quite as impressive as Jimmie Slater though. He’s in a category all by himself.
I think I’ve enjoyed the experience of thick fur blanketing ripped abs exactly once in my life. It was with a massage guy in Seattle who gave me a verrry happy ending…
Wow. Just remembering. He was fucking hot!!
Now I want to find Jimmie Slater while I’m down here! LOL!
Oh, my god. Even after feeding the bears yesterday, I’m still so fucking horny. I’ve literally been walking around with a boner today. No lie. I went to yoga with a boner. Bought my lunch with a boner. Well, I didn’t buy my lunch with a boner, but I had one while I was in line.
And everyone on Scruff I want is either at work right now or hundreds of miles away. Arrrgh!
Men, men, men, men, men, everywhere!! Gay Days is here, and the pools are brimming with hot ink, muscles and big dicks stuffed into very small swimsuits. Some guys don’t even make it back to the room before the dicks come out.