I’m usually not into guys with long hair, but there was this muscle stud with long locks at the gym this morning who was hard not to watch. I mean, he was so jacked you could see his muscle fibers through his sweats.
I got caught checking him out, but he just smirked and kept lifting…
A little too much partying combined with some brutal leg days and other lifting has left me a little battered and sore. Good thing I have my black son coming over tonight to do some body worship. Lots of massage, a tight little ass and a big black handle to hold onto while I’m fucking him.
Even though it’s a U.S. holiday for lots of people, I’m not taking the day off. When it’s less crowded downtown, there are more chances to sneak down the hall and get some tearoom action.