Finally back on track after the verrry long weekend, just in time for the next weekend. I thought my muscle-y, furry puppy was going to be here to play with, but since he’s out of town, I’m going to have to find another petting zoo.
Maybe paddleboarding, naked yoga or even a pool party. Whatever.
Just as long as there are hairy pecs and abs involved…
The Speedos have started pouring in from every corner of the globe as I make my final selections for Gay Days upcoming pool parties. The built-in cockrings and enhancing cups just get in the way of my junk, and a couple of the suits clearly are cut for a man with a much more substantial butt than I have.
For a brief cut fetishist like myself, it’s hard not to get hard trying them all on so I can make sure I look right both stiff and soft. Believe it or not, I occasionally will be soft once or twice that weekend. So I try to take breaks and cold showers in between fittings.
I just can’t help thinking about all the attention I’ll be getting (and giving!) while I’m out there sporting it, and all the dirty gay action that’s going to go down…
Hooked up with a hot guy last night who I’m spending the day with today checking out ruins and going to the beach. And what nationality did I get, you might be wondering?
French.
Obviously, I speak English. And I can get by in Spanish and German…but French? Uh-oh. And he only speaks French and a tiny bit of Spanish and English.
This is going to be a crazy communications day! Awesome!!
I don’t know what it is, but I keep turning my head for ripped blonde, blue-eyed studs lately. And young ones. Yikes. Even at the gym today I realized I was flirting with one before I could stop myself.
And then there’s the new Personal Banker at the branch I go to. Ok, so he’s stockier and dark-haired, but definitely young and hot. And flirty. And, oh, those eyes!