This morning I was up a little before 8a. Wanted to get a solid jack session in before yoga at noon. Bated from 8 til about 10:30 or so. I'm starting to get super turned on by pussy fisting and have also been chatting lately with a self-proclaimed hetero who loves to eat creampies. We've never met, but we engage in email masturbation about it cum eating (strictly from female orifices). Says he's hooked up with couples where both he and the husband have eaten the other dude's nutt straight from the vag. With all that talk, plus all the clips I was watching, I had to make myself put the dick away and get into the shower in order to not miss yoga. It's been too long since I've been in a class. Fortunately, I made it there with a few minutes to finish listening to the Kelly Clarkson song on my MP3 player (okay, maybe not completely necessary to share that much info). Following the 60-minute class, I dipped back and forth between the shower and sauna for about 20 minutes (love being publicly nude and semi nude with other bros). Pretty much right after that, I headed over to Dorchester to stroke to pussy vids with this HOT personal trainer. He said he was hetero but, despite the fact that he was wearing a baseball cap and flannel shirt, I definitely got a gay vibe. He no doubt had the same impression of me. (I was wearing a plaid cashmere cardigan and super tight jeans. At one point I thought, "did I really just show up with this fucking man purse?".
So much for pretending to be straight. More like glitter and be gay. Let's face it. I couldn't pull off butch if I were wearing a tool belt because you just know I'd try to accessorize it by putting little sticks of sage, lavender and freakin' calla lilies in the places where the tools should be. Nevertheless, seeing him at the door with that shirt unbuttoned between his big, furry pecs was like watching a porn in reverse. Instead of the hot plumber showing up to fix the sink, the drama club nerd shows up to the jock's house to help him with his algebra homework. But back to this whole idea about what I mean when I say he looked "gay." It's interesting to explain because he wasn't feminine in any way. It's just gaydar, I guess. You know what I'm talking about. Even if you put straight-acting homos and gay-acting/metrosexual heteros together and dress them all the same, the two inevitably just present differently. Beyond that impression of him, I'm almost 98% positive I recognized him from a gay club, but it's cool. There's no Great Gay Inquisition here. I genuinely like hetero porn, too, and I'm not straight.
So whatever. Still, I had to get my acting chops going a bit. (Oh, what kind of girls do I like? Oh, you know. Um, the ones with the really big di..uh, dangly earrings?) It's all apart of the fantasy we feel we need to create. You know the ones where gay men want to fuck the straight men, the straight men want to fuck the lesbians and the lesbians just want to make their own cheese and build houses...far, far away from straight men. It's amazing that anybody ever gets to fuck anybody ever. But I realize the way I sometimes play into that, too. Listen; I really don't like lying about who I am because, on some level, that suggests I'm somehow ashamed of who I am. Nothing could be further from the truth. When it comes to masturbation, I don't want to be limited by sexuality. I have a dick like straight men do. We can find a common ground to jack on (literally). Even though I don't get into tranny porn at all, I have a semi regular bisexual jack bud who LOVES that shit. So I enjoy that with him. It's hot watching him get all worked up over it.
The guy today did say that he has a few buds he occasionally strokes with. I really really hope I get invited over for one of those nights. One of the guys brings his girlfriend's panties and they jack with them. (Such pervs - hehe). One of the things that got him interested in having me over in the first place was that I told him about how I stole panties once so that a straight (?) stroke bud and I could beat off together. I didn't use them; I just got them for him. I don't even know his name, but Mr. Stroker today had a sexy beard, a thick middle (not all personal trainers are ripped) and very solid legs (yeah, I stole a few looks while he was focused on the computer screen). The way he got into his own thick dick was great. Ultimately, he didn't pay me a whole lot of attention, but he'd glance over every once in a while to check in with how I was doing. I was seated slightly back and to the side of him. Therefore, I was afforded a good view of his precum-soaked dickhead. (I could see a few froths of clear slickness that I could almost taste). I even commented, "I see you leak precum like I do." "Yeah, I get a fucking ton." Between the porn and his fleshlight, he was literally whining with electric pleasure. (I love it when super masculine men turn slightly pussy like that). We didn't touch each other at all, but I still had a great time. At the very end he suddenly said, "man, I can't hold it back anymore. I've gotta shoot!" He came so loudly and intensely he sounded like he shot the Hoover Dam into that fleshlight. Lucky fucking piece of plastic.
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