Friday, July 22, 2005
Flexing on a Friday
Happy Weekend!
I’m having one of those mornings where I’m horny as fuck. Well, let me clarify. I’m not horny to the point where I’m walking around with a perpetual erection. It’s more like I want to grind my dick against everything and everyone I see. Just grind. Nothing else. Just rub up and grind away. Sheesh. This week has fully turned me into an animal.
Our weekend superintendent is here today and he’s doing lots of hard labor right in front of my face. This guy has got the fucking best body ever. Huge, pumped arms, bulging chest and shoulders that I want to rub and climb all over. He wears really great jeans and his ass and legs looks fucking phenomenal in them. As most of you know, I’m heavily into muscle. I could care less about cock and balls or assholes as a general rule. But if you got some muscle packed on to your body, I will do whatever is in my power to get you to flex or take your shirt off and show me what you got.
Shockingly enough, a hot face does nothing for me. USUALLY. The super has a really hot face and it does add to his overall package, but if he didn’t, I would love him…er…lust him just the same. He doesn’t speak much English, so when we talk it’s kind of like playing charades or some shit. And it’s so hard for me not to look at him as though I want to lick him from the top to the bottom. Hell, I’d lick him from the bottom to the top if that’s what he wanted. No difference to me.
The Super and I get along pretty well and he’s constantly looking over at me, or actually…it’s me looking over at him and he catches me. Yeah. That’s definitely how it is. But when he catches me, he half smiles and I KNOW his mind is like “This kid is sweating me hard core”. And the thing is, I sweat no one. I play the game of trying to get guys to like me, just cuz it’s fun. But it’s rare for me to actually lose my game and get all insecure and nervous around a guy. When this happens, I lose my game immediately and become a blubbering gay goofball.
I know that the super is straight as he’s a 28 year old guy with 2 kids. And no, he’s not married. I just want to figure out a way to subconsciously tell him what I want to do with him. Most guys I’ve been physical with have been “straight”, but when I get off on their body and say things like “You’re so big” or “How much can you bench?”, there’s no telling where it can go. Sometimes I just touch their body for a while, sometimes I blow them, sometimes I even kiss them. All times it works out against me though. Cuz ultimately I am a gay guy and physicality only goes so far. While I may fall in love with one of these types of guys, they surely won’t fall in love with me. And most of the time that’s ok. I’m not in it for love. I’m in it for the muscle.
So I guess I’ll go back to fantasizing about the super coming over to my desk, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me to the basement where he will flex and pose and I will oil him up and feel every stretched muscle to the fullest. Then of course I will blow him, he’ll pick me up in his arms and kiss me passionately on the mouth. After that, I’ll smoke a cigarette and be on my merry way.
I’m sorry, but I just did my first commercial. I decide who I want and when I want it.
Happy Weekend!
I’m having one of those mornings where I’m horny as fuck. Well, let me clarify. I’m not horny to the point where I’m walking around with a perpetual erection. It’s more like I want to grind my dick against everything and everyone I see. Just grind. Nothing else. Just rub up and grind away. Sheesh. This week has fully turned me into an animal.
Our weekend superintendent is here today and he’s doing lots of hard labor right in front of my face. This guy has got the fucking best body ever. Huge, pumped arms, bulging chest and shoulders that I want to rub and climb all over. He wears really great jeans and his ass and legs looks fucking phenomenal in them. As most of you know, I’m heavily into muscle. I could care less about cock and balls or assholes as a general rule. But if you got some muscle packed on to your body, I will do whatever is in my power to get you to flex or take your shirt off and show me what you got.
Shockingly enough, a hot face does nothing for me. USUALLY. The super has a really hot face and it does add to his overall package, but if he didn’t, I would love him…er…lust him just the same. He doesn’t speak much English, so when we talk it’s kind of like playing charades or some shit. And it’s so hard for me not to look at him as though I want to lick him from the top to the bottom. Hell, I’d lick him from the bottom to the top if that’s what he wanted. No difference to me.
The Super and I get along pretty well and he’s constantly looking over at me, or actually…it’s me looking over at him and he catches me. Yeah. That’s definitely how it is. But when he catches me, he half smiles and I KNOW his mind is like “This kid is sweating me hard core”. And the thing is, I sweat no one. I play the game of trying to get guys to like me, just cuz it’s fun. But it’s rare for me to actually lose my game and get all insecure and nervous around a guy. When this happens, I lose my game immediately and become a blubbering gay goofball.
I know that the super is straight as he’s a 28 year old guy with 2 kids. And no, he’s not married. I just want to figure out a way to subconsciously tell him what I want to do with him. Most guys I’ve been physical with have been “straight”, but when I get off on their body and say things like “You’re so big” or “How much can you bench?”, there’s no telling where it can go. Sometimes I just touch their body for a while, sometimes I blow them, sometimes I even kiss them. All times it works out against me though. Cuz ultimately I am a gay guy and physicality only goes so far. While I may fall in love with one of these types of guys, they surely won’t fall in love with me. And most of the time that’s ok. I’m not in it for love. I’m in it for the muscle.
So I guess I’ll go back to fantasizing about the super coming over to my desk, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me to the basement where he will flex and pose and I will oil him up and feel every stretched muscle to the fullest. Then of course I will blow him, he’ll pick me up in his arms and kiss me passionately on the mouth. After that, I’ll smoke a cigarette and be on my merry way.
I’m sorry, but I just did my first commercial. I decide who I want and when I want it.
