Just got home from the gym where I ran into my little fantasy man with a spectacular ass who looks sorta like Gabriel Phoenix…except with more muscle and ink.
We’d been talking about hooking up again so he can hear me growl in his ear while I’m breeding him, and now he’s on his way over to my house.
Pig Puppy, Scene 4
Starring Lance Hart and Tyler Rush
Called it.
Last night I hooked up with a guy who definitely liked it rough. I kept fucking and fucking him, probably the deepest, hardest fuck I’ve delivered in a long time. I like my bottoms to whimper (at least a little), and it took a lot of work to break this power bottom.
Definitely a pro. He told me later that he practices fucking himself every day with a thick, 12-inch dildo.
Next time I’ll have to invite a bunch of friends over to use that pig hole up…
Why do I get the feeling there’s going to be a lot of unusual shenanigans tonight?
The full moon isn’t until tomorrow, but I’m totally getting a rough trade vibe from the club and bar-hopping plans I’ve laid out and by who’s been messaging me.
I better watch my back, or I’m gonna wake up with a redneck in my bed…
It’s massage day again, and I could definitely use it. I’ve been training hard getting ready for Gay Days and I’m pretty sore all over.
It’s also a happy ending kind of day. My massage guy has studied genital massage techniques, and frankly his hands feel better than a lot of the mouths and asses I’ve been in.
Sometimes I feel bad that straight guys don’t get to have as much sex as most gay men do. But then I find a muscular Southern stud stroking it and sympathy is replaced by lust.
I’m too busy to hook up today anyway. Might as well beat off to him…