Tuesday, june 5, 2018
ONE OF THE BEST THINGS ABOUT BEING a world-famous smut author and purveyor of fine gay muscle porn, is that I'm constantly to hunky muscle dudes coming up to me and wanting to get to know me. It's a burden I don't bare lightly, lemmetellya.
So anyway, after theencounter with the muscle hunk in the shower (and points south), today I was chillin' in a public restroom just off the Interstate (as I am occasionally wont to do).
Well, who should respond to my under-the-stall-divider "query" but today's guy?! (pic @ right) Who knew guys with deliciously huge pecs and insanely developedsometimes need to go potty while they're freeway-driving? Anyway, once the dude finally let go of my ankle, we both emerged from our respective stalls and introduced ourselves. His name was Jase. I told him I was Seanny.
He said, "Yeah, I know. I recognized your ankle. I don't let just anyone fish for me under the stall divider."
Wasn't quite sure what to say to that.
Well he quickly lockedto the rest-stop restroom (but not before he put a sign on it that said, "CLOSED DUE TO MAINTENANCE." He told me he always carried a sign like that in his pocket, just in case.
I didn't ask him "Just in case, what?". I really didn't wanna know.
Within a minute we were both nekkid. And my hands were all over him: his muscles. He said, "On your knees, web-slut." I didn't have it in me to argue with the somewhat inaccurate moniker he used. I just obeyed. Once in position, I took today's pic.
He was delicious, on so many levels.
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[Yep, I guess the newextension is working just fine.]
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