Despite all the ink and the somewhat hairy body, I still get a very strong, straight, pretty-boy vibe from Conor Michaels. My dick doesn’t know what to do with it.
I think if I could see him getting blown by another guy it would snap that into focus for me…
Adam Russo is looking better and better. And although not everyone is embracing my newly found Daddyhood, I have a feeling Armond Rizzo would totally take a roll with me.
Finally, the dry spell is over. After yet another missed connection yesterday, I decided to enjoy myself at underwear night with friends. And just like they say, when you’re not looking for it, a guy you can’t remember making out with buys you a beer and you take him home before you can even finish it to fuck him bareback.
Well, that’s not exactly what they say, but close enough for horseshoes.
And then the missed connection texted me this morning looking to get bred, and we made it happen. So my dick is happy all around. And I didn’t even have to go to the bathhouse.
If I hadn’t have gotten stinking drunk last night, this is pretty much the situation I would have found myself in. It was better my friend Franco was there to catch me before I got too sloppy.