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January 31, 2011
January 30, 2011
A Man. Built Ford Tough. Worn Jeans. Wife Beater. Backwards Cap. Pushed Down Hair.
Oh fuck I'm sweaty over here from posting this. Hearts a racing!
January 29, 2011
New Year You! | Get Inspired By Those Gymrats Showing Off
January 27, 2011
The Hoody Rip Versus SuperBeast's Shirt Ripped To Shreds
January 26, 2011
Well Done My Hoody Ripping To Shreds Friend. Well Fucking Done!
January 24, 2011
Paul & the Big City | Introduction
First Entry. Not really a writer here so expect loads of problems and issues with my test. I meant text. I didn't feel like correcting my mistake so I just want to keep spewing out my life here. I'm Gay but not gay enough to be Super Gay. I'm twenty something, which means later in my twenties because if I was in my early twenties I'd be screaming 21 or something. I just moved into the Big City, I'm in a trendy coffee cafe writing near a large window watching people walk and hussle to their city destinations. What is to become of my new life here in the Big City? I ask that every morning I wake up now.
Oh wait, my phone is going off. Let's see. A text. From my new Big City friend Eric. It seems he and Jeremy, my other Big City friend, are heading downtown to catch a movie. Insert my laughter as I read that they want to see something involving male abs. Plot need not apply.
Eric and Jeremy are also in their twenties. One early, the other late twenties. One is the whore of our group, the other is the one in the bunch who wants to get married and I mean he wants a big fucking wedding, with a chapel, a female priest, his parent's participation and an adopted mutt from the city pound present in his doggie tux. The dog is important to Eric. It'll be one that they both named. The type of dog where he'll gave the mutt it's first name while his husband gives the dog it's last name. He's hopelessly in love with marriage.
There's one more in our happy foursome. It's not a girl. Not a fag hag. Not a family member of anyone. He's someone that is easy and hard to describe. Travis, good ol' boy Travis. He's pale, lean, country grown, complete with a cowboy hat and boots in his closet and he's just got southern charm. He's my best friend here in the Big City and I'm in love with him. Only he's not in love with me.
It's not like he has a boyfriend or is in love with Eric or Jeremy. He's just a single cowboy in the Big City who's good looking, rugged and the youngest of the bunch. He's 24 young years old. I really only know pieces of his background story. He just doesn't want to reveal everything about his hometown life. We started off as friends but my heart hurts so damn good when he's around now. He smiles when he sees me and my heart skips a beat while my dick swells.
I can't help it but I do Facebook stalk him. It's pathetic. Eric and Jeremy know about my new found lust for Travis but they respect my wishes in allowing me to be the one who tells Travis how I long for a romance in the Big City wit him. They also Facebook stalk him and that's how I found out about Travis' Daddy date. You know sometimes I do hope a new guy will present himself to me and refocus my attention on him and off of Travis.
Back To Travis. He does go on plenty of dates. I don't. I think my secret lust for him prevents me from looking for new dick to enjoy in the city. Travis' last date was with a city rich Daddy. I didn't want to hear details when Eric & Jeremy found out they had sex but I know it know and I am jealous. Now don't picture Travis on this Daddy date wearing tight jeans, his leather boots under the table while he wears a cowboy hat while he gets romanced by the city Daddy. It is hard to tell he's country unless you really get into a conversation with him and his Texas accent spills past his beautiful lips. He does have his country fashion days but mostly he's blended in fairly well among the men in the city.
Fuck I'm hard thinking about Travis so let's move on to Eric and Jeremy. Jeremy is the whore. Eric is the one who wants marriage. I do wonder if Eric has a small dick because one of the girls he use to see before he came out in the Big City told him in front of us while we were out in front of a club, well she said his dick was small. Really hurtful. If someone told me that I would flip out my dick to show them it's size. I would only do this because of my new Big City confidence. But Eric didn't do that. He just called her a "waste of his time". She felt really hurt by that. Cried as she walked away with her girlfriends.
Eric is a good looking guy. I can tell she was hurt she dated a closeted gay man at the time. My heart still aches for her pain. I do wonder alot how about Eric's size. He's 100 percent bottom so that would make sense that is package wasn't as big as he would like but dick can't be everything. His glasses, book smart look gives him a handsome edge in the Big City.
Jeremy. He's a top slash bottom slash sideways slash on his head whore. I'm scared to drink from his same beer bottle in fear I'll catch a new STD that has yet to be discovered by the media. Jeremy needs to slow down. He could be sitting down with me right now in the cafe and he'd be focused on the married man behind me who's in his buisness suit. Now Jeremy can't get every guy he wants. That's TV bullshit that Queer as Folk & the L word created in its characters.
Jeremy can't randomly pick out a guy he wants and then aggressively come onto them and believe he'll have this guy on his knees sucking his dick. That's not real life. Jeremy does get rejected and I've seen it happen. It's funny but it makes him more real when he gets rejected. But he does score alot too. Has Jeremy slept with me or Eric or Travis? No. He hasn't. He says when he sleeps with his friends that the friendship ends. He actually cares about us. The people he sleeps with, he doesn't.
You see how we all met was through me. I like to think I am the glue to this foursome. I moved here not too long ago and Travis was the first guy I met in my new office job. He worked in another department but you notice each other from a distance and create that interest over time. You always catch him and he catches me looking at each other from across the way repeatedly. I look at him to see if he's looking at me and we always end up making eye contact everyday. It's a good feeling when that happens. At the time I didn't think he'd be a great friend but more so a one night stand in the office.
It finally took him to say something to me because I was too shy to ever saying anything to him. I think I was content with just stares from across the room. He asked me one day in the hallway if I knew how to get to some department in the building. I knew it, showed him the way, genereated small talk with him and then he shook my hand to thank me. My love for him started very small right there. The first time we touched. A fucking hand shake made my heart grow an extra size in my chest.
I then masturbated in the bathroom after that chance meeting. His cologne, his office clothes, his rugged smile, I was erect walking behind him the whole time. I came good in that bathroom stall. I'm a little bit of a perv and I'm not afraid to admit that. For all we know he probably mastrubated in the same stall as me after his chance meeting with me. I can only hope. I'd like to think we all masturbate in public restrooms after meeting someone who made our dicks jump.
Soon after our first talk we saw each other randomly in the office building and always made small talk. He was the one who saw me outside the front of our office building and approached me to talk about the city. That's when we found out we both were new to the Big City. It only took one lunch to discover we were gay and that he was from a Texas city while I grew up in a small suburb outside the Big City. More on Travis later.
I met Eric at a book store soon after. We both stood at the counter looking for some employees to help us but ended up helping each other look for some books. I needed a cook book and he needed a good travel book about Paris for his parents. I found out that Eric had been living in the Big City for over a year now and had just recently got out of a relationship with a guy from a local college. A younger guy. A jock. A closeted guy. Scandal!
Eric also had a recent falling out with his Fag Hag and was in need of a good friend. So I kind of stepped up and made myself available to him. Neither of us was looking for sex or a date but just friendship. Eric and I became the kind of friends who texted each other non stop. Travis hates texting so we created a phone call friendship. I was the one who brought the three of us together after Eric had a bad bad really fucking angry very bad one night stand with some Italian dude. We become a threesome after that bonding sleepover.
We started hanging out at my place so often that we felt like 3 roommates. So that's basically what happened. They both moved in and life is less lonely here. 3 friends who live together yet don't have sex with each other. It is possible.
Shit, Eric and Jeremy's taxi cab is almost here. I'll spill more on my life here soon enough.
Enjoying the Big City,
Paul
January 23, 2011
New Year You! | Get In Shape & Fit At Any Hot As Fuck Age
January 20, 2011
Flex & Flaunt | Whoa! WTF! React How You Will To This Flaunt! Jaw Dropping Moment At 2:01!
January 18, 2011
Pale Muscle | Looks Good From All Angles 5
January 17, 2011
Pale Muscle | Looks Good From All Angles 4
January 16, 2011
Pale Muscle | Looks Good From All Angles 3
January 15, 2011
Sorry Guys, Been Working Loads Of Overtime At My Day Job
Updates to start right back up Sunday!
January 11, 2011
A Man. Furry. Expensive Watch. Camouflage Shorts. Bachelor Pad.
January 10, 2011
New Year You! | Work That Hairy Pit Out!
Get that hairy pit of yours in shape for all those admirers. Stand in position. Now lift and flex that pit. Flex it good and then release. Lower and repeat. Make those pit muscles the best they can be this brand new year!
January 7, 2011
Learn 2 Lust | Your Friend's Really Horny Father
January 6, 2011
New Year You! | Start Working Out In Your Boxers And Or Briefs
You know, pop your dick out during a set. Enjoy an erection while you watch yourself lift in the mirror. It's a new year and a new you. Have fun in 2011.
January 5, 2011
Dishabille Resort & Spa | Room Number 6945
January 3, 2011
It's Time To Get Back To It
Back to working out harder, eating healthier, becoming a bit more careful on who you sleep with, saving money like you should be doing, taking care of family members when they need help when you know they need yet are afraid to ask, back to education and certainly back to finding love.
So... just get back to it.
