SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!!!!!!! (That's the sound of reality stopping while the whole world kinda, like, still keeps on turning and shit. You know how it is.) Do you want a short story made even shorter? Okay. It goes a little sum'in like this. While my donkey-dicked, somewhat bi (don't ask) jerk buddy cum fuck buddy C (yeah, now you remember him) was texting with me last week, he informed me he'll be moving into his own space next month. Consequently, I'll once again be able to spend nights with him. Right on. He's currently living with a hot, big-dicked, straight buddy and his wife. (Trust me. That's another lovely story.) It seemed like every time he'd send another text message, he'd reiterate how much he wanted me to spend time at his new place. I thought it was sweet, but highly uncharacteristic for him to continue saying the same thing different ways. Finally he types something like "yeah because you can come over and spend a day or two when you have time." A DAY OR TWO? Wow. Really? So I said, without thinking anything about it, "that sounds like an offer too good to refuse." "Then don't refuse me...You know, I've been trying to get you to date me for 2 years but you just blow me off." Boom! WHAT???
If I haven't mentioned this, C is a sexy guy, yet very much approachable and he's great in bead, has slight freckles and a somewhat reddish beard on the rare moments he lets me see it grown in. And he has a big dick. I said that, right? Because if I didn't already say it (wait for it)...HE'S. GOT. A. BIG. DICK. I love it when he's just in his boxers and the head peeks below the leg. Fucking nice. Granted, yes I'm overstating it slightly. It's not close to the damn near 10.5 inch French monster (bottom) I tackled with a friend last year. Still, it's quite certainly above average (and I'm still talking about his dick. One track mind. Pardon me.) So I don't know. We'll certainly have to talk if things take that turn and I'm somewhat nervous. For instance, he doesn't know I'm an escort. Since I'm not in love with him, it wouldn't shatter my world if it's a deal breaker, but still. It's not easy to give up $200/hour. My incall rate is $150/hour. Recently, I've taken on an older client who's going through a divorce with his husband. Yes, things are sexual, but not much. He usually comes over for 2 or 3 hours, brings a bottle of wine, port or champagne and just wants to talk and hang out naked. Not a bad way to get my student loans and rent paid. Anyway, C is spending tonight at my place. I'm really looking forward to it. He wants to cuddle as much as I do.
On another note, I'm still getting my freak on. Just the other week, I reconnected with my friend R. He's Italian, GAY, very masculine, beefy, small-hung, cute as a fucking button and 45 or so. He's a butcher version of his brother P. It's crazy that they have the same body type. While I didn't fuck P, we did have a very hot, nude, nonsexual but hella sensual massage exchange session 2 years back. R came over the other week for several hours. During that time, he fucked a load into me, hung out and shared Chinese take out, watched more porn, then got sucked for nearly an hour after that. He finally stroked off a second load. He's such a sex addict. (Hello, pot.) The very first time we spoke on the phone about 4.5 years ago, he was driving and got so boned up he had to pull over and shoot a load. Uh, yeah. It's like that. *Sigh* Men: Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em. Enjoy the links below.
Minute THIRTEEN is the Hottest Position In Straight Porn
Mmmm. Delicious self-facial. Huge fucking load.
This dude is a cock riding champion
How can something so messy be so much fun and feel so good? (Hint: Don't answer. It's a trick question *grin*
