I went to a deep stretch yoga class today that involved tying straps to our feet and pulling our legs back and wide… but no one in the class was making sounds like Marc Dylan.
Of course, no one in the class was getting ass- and face-fucked by Adrian Long.
The Super Bowl is on and even though I expect my team to win (go ‘Hawks!), my bearfriend is joining me for the hyper-masculine fun. I’m horny and I know the whole situation will turn him on, but he’s had an upset stomach lately.
And we all know what that means when it comes to being fucked.
So I’ll be putting out a killer game day spread… in more ways than one!
You know those straight guys at the gym who don’t know that what they’re doing arouses the gay guys? Not the ones who think so much of themselves that they think even gay guys want them, but the oblivious hot ones who bend over at the waist to pick up the bar. The same ones who lift up their shirts to wipe their faces or do squats like they’re sitting on a big dick?
Well, one of them at my gym (a soccer coach, I think) wore a sleeveless shirt today and it was like watching a Michelangelo sculpture exercise. Damn. I’d love to see him stripped and manhandled by me and a couple of my friends…
Maybe I have yoga on the brain, but it looks like Max Cameron has learned some very accommodating poses. And really, if he’s that good, he should have no problem taking a big dick.
It’s called acting, my friends, and he’s doing a darn good job at it. After all, I do like a good pained expression from time to time as a hot muscle bottom struggles to take my cock…
I’m so fucking horny that I actually considered sticking it to some twink today. He’d get an animalistic sex experience with Daddy, and I’d get to use his holes and kick him out.