As I’ve gotten older, I’ve considered myself an otter evolving into a silver fox. But last night a well-known muscle bear told me that I was not an otter. He said I was too old to be one (the first time I’ve ever heard of an age limit on Otterdom), but more importantly, he said I was too big to be an otter. Not fat. Gym big. Then he called me a bear!
A couple of other guys there who have known me a little longer said that even though I’ve gotten bigger, I’ve always had too slender a build to be a bear. One of them even said he considered me a wolf.
I was at a dinner party recently where a urologist in attendance was talking about research that shows men who have at least 21 emissions per month substantially lower their risk for prostate cancer. Doing the math, that’s at least 5 loads per week, so I need to meet more guys!
I got back last night just in time to take my puppy to Spandex Happy Hour. He was a hit in his tight little wrestling singlet, and I got so turned on petting him and inviting other guys in spandex and underwear to enjoy him that finally I had to lead him into the bathroom and fuck him in one of the stalls.
He pulled off his shoulder straps and with the singlet around his ankles, I bent him over and pounded him. It was easy to overhear us (which we knew), and men started gathering, trying to look through the cracks. I reached back and unlatched the door letting a few come in and take pics while I bred him. It was so incredibly hot that we agreed we’re going to have to play in public more!
I’m pretty exhausted and not looking forward to a day traveling. Of course, I can always make it more fun by seeing who I can catch masturbating along the way.
I met a cute cub couple last night who invited me back to their room to fuck them, but I decided to be responsible and pass on their offer. I mean, I just got here and really should be focusing on work right now.
April Fool! Of course, I went back and fucked them!!
Looking forward to seeing what mischief I can get into tonight…
