While weekends are usually where the action’s at, sometimes the week just brings that extra heat. Here’s how things went down…
- So, remember that gorgeous, fit black guy who hit me up last Thursday? Well, he and I kept the conversation going, and by Tuesday, we’d made plans to hit the gym together. I was buzzing all morning for this. It was more than just a workout – felt like a secret first date with all the delicious anticipation. When we met up, though, he was in serious mode, barely saying a word, and we each did our own routines. But the chemistry? Still hot, simmering beneath every rep and glance.Finally, after a good hour and a half, he wrapped up, and we headed for the showers. The locker room was packed, but the electricity between us was undeniable. We took stools next to each other, towels barely covering us. Quietly, we let our hands wander, showing off just a little, stroking until we were both thick, hard, and clearly into each other’s scene. He liked what he saw – I could tell by that hungry look in his eye. But with all the people around, we had to play it cool.So, we left the gym with our cocks still aching, and he whispered about the Royal Park nearby. We slipped into the shadows, finally alone in a secluded spot, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I knelt down, took him in my mouth, and he let go completely, his hips thrusting as he filled me with his taste in no time. But me? I wasn’t done yet. We said our goodbyes with a promise: next time, a hotel and a real, uninterrupted session.
- Wednesday was my day off, and I was ready to make the most of it. A bit of culture to start – hit up a new exhibition in Brussels, got in a solid gym session, and had plans to finish with a Grindr date. But, in classic flake fashion, the guy ghosted at the last minute. I was in the mood, so I went online, hoping for something even better. And guess who was online? Bearcage – the guy I’d been chatting up for months but could never align schedules with. I knew this was gonna be worth it.He invited me over, and wow, he was a sight – inked from shoulders to knuckles, with piercings glinting in all the right places, and eyes hazy from a joint. He offered, and I didn’t hesitate, letting the smoke relax me, heighten every sense. I got ready, my ass clean and primed, and once we got to the bed, he was wild for it. He took every inch I gave, growling, gasping, showing he’d been craving it as much as I had. Just when we were catching our breaths and ready for round two, his roommate came home – timing, huh? But he whispered we’d have to continue soon. (So Bearcage, if you’re reading this, you know I’m game…)
Stats over the whole week
- number of times fucked as a top: 1
- number of being fucked: 1
- number of being sucked: 2
- number of fisted others: 0
- number of fists received: 1
- supplies: Cobra 130, joints and poppers
- to remember: sucked in the Royal Park, finally meeting Bearcage
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