The Pants I Wore To The Office Yesterday


It's me again in slim fit trousers. As soon as I arrived at the office, one of the lovely ladies was seated directly in front of where I was standing. In my periphery, I could see her turn around and stare right at my bulge several times. It would've been much hotter had the attention come from a dude. Oh well. Never the shy wall flower.


I forgot to add a suck from yesterday. How ridiculous is it that I didn't immediately remember I sucked two dudes, instead of just one. Guess they all just run together when one gets so much action. (Yeah, right).


This morning I was at work at an inglorious time: 6:30am. Well, I was 15 minutes late, but still. Good news? I was off at 10:30am. Yes! Still time enough to get back home, handle some business with the new apartment, print paperwork, yadda yadda, conduct a really quick real estate interview (about a half hour) and have time for plenty of jerking, sucking, fucking and whatever else would come down the pike. Or through a pipe. I made a posting and some hot dudes responded with sizzling stats, BUT I'm back on my soapbox again regarding hetero-identified guys with girlfriends.


I don't want them to get pleasure from me. I mean I do. NO ONE loves to fuck and suck a hot guy and worship a big dick more than I do, and I mean no one. That challenge stands. However, it just really chafes that these same dudes make such a big deal out of how they have girlfriends, can't even utter the word gay and yet they're more cock-crazed than your average porn actress. I've had countless pussy-fucking heteroflexibles tell me their fantasy was to get throat fucked/bukkakied like the "chicks in porn." These are the same ones who love to say in that jacked up New England accent I can't stand (I fuckin' said it!), "bruthah, nobody would know I'm into dis." Uh huh. You've got nut all upside your head, fucker. Somebody's going to see that shit and figure it out. It just pisses me off because closeted shit like that keeps the gay community behind 25 steps. If just half the people who really are gay/bi would just embrace it and stop being shitheads, a lot of things would change for the better and I wouldn't have to ignore perfectly good dick. Sigh. The life of a martyr.


Anyway, I try to leave the delusionally straight dick alone. But sometimes it's big. And I just can't help myself. And you all know I don't believe in interventions. They, much like spitting, is for quitters. But yeah, I shoot myself in the foot sometimes (which is still okay, but I don't use that as a sex organ...yet). Today 2 bros hit me up for head from the posting I made a few minutes earlier. One I'd already hooked with about a year ago and I wasn't interested in a repeat with him. The other typed that he was 5'9", 168# and a hockey player. He sounded hot and fellas you KNOW I wanted to hit that, but he had to fuck it up by saying he had a girlfriend. It hurt me to do it, but I wrote back that I didn't hook up with guys with girlfriends. Blatant lie. Whatever. He don't know me! He don't know I'm lyin'! Whatever. I'm not a purist. I'll just suck his dick next week most likely.


Rant concluded. Moving on.

Sitting here naked at the table, I just reached down and scratched the crevice where my balls and thigh meet. The heady, musky aroma mixed with my roomie's Softee brand coconut oil hair and scalp conditioner that I was jerking off with earlier smells fucking fantastic. Sorry, D. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. What? I didn't cum in it. Sheesh!


Does anybody else rub the scent of your balls, dick or asshole just under your nose so you can smell it throughout the day? I know I do. It's fucking hot.
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