Some friends of mine are throwing a spandex and underwear party at a seedy bar tonight and I can’t wait. The only thing is that most of these guys are more into spandex tights and stuff, so I have to get to the athletic supply store this afternoon…
I was looking through old pictures yesterday and found some of an ex-boyfriend from when I was in my 20’s. He was a hot little beefy muscle cub with a thick mustache, big legs and an ass that wouldn’t quit. We must have been quite a sight, considering how tall and underweight I was back then!
I can’t remember why I broke up with him. It’s definitely one my favorite body types…
I’m finally on PrEP. Well, almost. I just started, so I have to wait at least a week before I redefine the behaviors that are within my acceptable level of risk.
Since I frequently bite the inside of my cheek when I sleep, swallowing loads was always one of those things that made me feel a little uncomfortable. So until I finally get the pleasure of sucking my buddies to completion, I’ll just have to stick to eating my own cum when I’m thirsty for a protein shake…
Apparently I project a much straighter image than I think I do. In the past couple of days, several guys have called me “straight,” “manly,” “masculine,” and even “regal.” That last one made me, for lack of a better word, guffaw.
So I figured why not capitalize on this straight, masculine me. I’m going to start responding to Craiglist ads looking for hung straight guys for no-reciprocation blowjobs. One more tool to help me satisfy my enormous sexual appetite…