Stuck in the Middle...

A nice way to spend a Sunday morning...

Boxing Day

December 26. I’m at the mall. Madness. Everyone is returning crap or trying to buy more crap on sale. I’m the former. My sister gave me a nasty sweater.

I’m quietly scoping out the guy in front of me. About 5’6”, hot bod, great ass, I want him bad. I lean forward, “You have the hottest ass.” He turns and smiles.

Larson is hot. He knows it too. He also knows I want him bad. He is also my sister’s brother-in-law. He’s straight; not narrow. I know he’s not going to fuck me, but he flirts with me enough that I think I can get him if he’s drunk enough.

The store won’t take back the sweaters. Bought on sale “as is.” My sister is a cheap as bitch. Larson and I decide to go to lunch—away from the mall. We make small talk on the way to my car. I offer to take him to my place to blow him. He asks if I’ll swallow.

We laugh. All a big joke. Except I’d blow him in a New York fucking minute.

We stand by my truck deciding what we want. I’m cold. I’m wearing only a t-shirt so I get in my truck. Larson jumps in the other side. We go back and forth on restaurants. I feel like Mexican. He wants Chinese. Whatever.

I ask him if he got laid over Christmas. He says “no.” I’m shocked. How can a guy this hot not get laid constantly? He shakes his head, “It’s a mystery isn’t it? To let this go to waste…” he points to his dick.

I grope his thigh. I tell him if he were gay, he’d be getting it all the time. “From you!” he laughs. True. Very true.

I don’t move my hand.

He shifts. He asks me to move my hand. I ask him if it’s because he’s getting hard (I can see his bulge growing). He lies and says no.

“So you’re not hard?” I move my hand to his bulge. He’s rock hard. I realize I’m close to getting him.

Larson pushes me away. I apologize.

We do “the dance,” where I convince him it’s not gay to get a BJ from “a fag.” I throw all the usual bullshit logic at him: it doesn’t matter who straight-guys are with, they think about someone else anyway, so close your eyes and dream. How “fags” give the best head. A top point earner: no one will ever know. I blow other straight guys all the time. And my favorite: it’s no big deal, you’re just getting your rocks off.

I know I’m going to get him. If he weren’t interested, we wouldn’t be talking. He needs me to beg. He needs to pretend to resist. Finally, a breakthrough: “So no one will ever know?”

He is mine.

I drop his seat back a little. The console between the seats gets pushed back so I have unobstructed access to his crotch. I pull his shirt up and kiss his hairy stomach. I love his silky happy trail. I’ve seen it enough at the lake that it’s memorized.

I move down to his crotch. I’ve been rubbing and groping it. He’s rock hard. I pop open the button on his jeans and unzip. I get a slight whiff of his crotch. Now I’m rock hard.

I pull back the band of his underwear and his cock slaps against his belly. Larson sighs. I slip my hand down to cup his balls and play with his taint. With my other hand, I lift his pulsating shaft into my mouth. He groans softly.

His dick is not that big, but he’s so beautiful that I don’t care. It’s a nice dick and it goes down easy. He coos just enough to be hot, without sounding like he’s watched too much porn.

I look up. His eyes are closed and he’s got a silly grin on his face. I take him back in my mouth and go all the way down. I gag a little. Even though he doesn’t make me gag, I know how straight-boys love that shit: “My dick is so big he gagged on it!”

Larson tenses and whimpers slightly. He doesn’t warn me. He just cums. I’d swallow anyhow, but I’d like a little warning.

His dick still in my mouth, I look up to him. His eyes are still closed and he’s smiling. I continue sucking. I’m thinking about blowing him again. I hear a car start. I sit up.

The mini van in front of us is pulling out. I don’t think the mom inside would have even noticed us if I hadn’t sat upright by pulling my head out of Larson’s lap.

“Shit!” Larson yells, “She sees us!”

The mother gives a sly smile as she turns to see if all is clear behind her. “She’s cool.” I smile, grabbing at his still-hard dick.

“Dude, she could tell!”

I ask him who is she going to tell? Besides, she smiled. We’re safe. He’s not convinced and starts to put away his still-hard dick.

“No seconds?” Larson stops. He looks at me. I think he finally realizes I’m not some drunk sorority bitch getting him off. I live for dick. His dick.

His dick flaps as he flexes it. I move back down. I take his hairy balls into my mouth and suck on them. They aren’t very big, but they have a fantastic musk.

I push his jeans down so he can open his legs and I can get in there better. I stroke his hardening cock and tongue his balls and taint. His ass is so close I can’t resist. My tongue pokes down by his hole. The guttural noise he makes tells me he is seriously digging this.

Jeans are off. Legs are in the air. Anyone walking by will absolutely know what’s going on. He doesn’t seem to care; neither do I. I poke my tongue into the dense mass of hairy along the crack of his furry ass. I get in deep. I chew and play with his musky hairy hole as he moans in pleasure.

Still jerking him, I move up and start licking his balls again. They pull up. He’s close. I feel his dick harden more. I take Larson’s aching cock into my mouth so he can nut. With my free hand I finger his hairy hole. Typical straight boy: loves to have his ass played with.

“I’m gonna…!” is the warning I get. My mouth is filled with his jizz. It feels like more than before. I swallow.

I pull up. He’s looking right at me. I get the feeling he was eyes wide open this time.

While we were busy another mini van replaced the empty spot in front of us. They’re not around. I’m sure they saw something. “I should go…” Larson is pulling up his pants.

“No thirds?” He double takes. I smile.

Larson gets out, thanks me and starts walking to his car. My cock is aching in my pants. I pull it out. I will not be able to drive with this hard on. I’m going to have to JO before heading home.

I look down and spit on my unit. Looking up I see Larson heading back. I assume he’s lost. I roll down the window. He stands there, insecure. His hands are jutted into his pockets.

“Um… were you joking about thirds?” He asks the ground, not looking up at me.

“No.”

He looks up, waiting for me to invite him in. I’m still stroking my dick.

“Um… did I thank you for the, um…”

“Yeah.”

He nods. He’s still waiting.

“Um… should I have done… you, um, know”

I don’t, um, know. I just look at him.

“Um… not [points to mouth], but [hand job motion].”

I nod for him to jump in.

He hops in chatting. “I got to my car and I realized that I was, um… fuck!” He sees my hard-on. I put his hand on my dick, close my eyes and kick back. I hear him whisper “big” as he begins to stroke.

Straight-boys give lousy hand jobs. However, because they’re straight boys, I’m into it. Their awkwardness is hot.

“Spit on it,” I command, eyes still closed. He stops. I open my eyes and look at him. “Lube it up.” I close my eyes again. He spits on it. The warm spit in the cold truck feels nice. If I wanted to I could nut right now. I don’t.

“A little tighter,” I instruct, keeping my eyes closed. With his free hand, Larson plays with my balls, my taint… His finger touches my hole. I gasp. He won’t lick my hole, but he will play with it. I like that. I like that a lot.

I open my eyes and look at him. He is mesmerized watching his hand pumping my shaft while the other pokes at my hole. “Want to fuck me?” I’m not joking. He looks at me. “Seriously. Do you want to fuck me? I’m tighter than any pussy you’ve been in.”

He lets go and sits back. I lean over and open the glove box. I pull out a condom and some lube (I was a boy scout and I’m always prepared). He looks around at the parking lot.

I want some dick in me, so I cut it short. “Look, no one’s going to see. No one looks beyond their own little world. Get your dick out of your goddamned pants and fuck me.”

I throw the condom at him. I lube my hole. Larson quickly pulls open his jeans and slips the condom on. He doesn’t take his jeans off. For some reason that turns me on more. I pull off my sweatshirt and put it on the plastic covering the spot where the middle console goes. It’s not going to be comfortable, but otherwise it will be annoying. I put a little lube on his dong as I slide into position.

Larson looks a little lost. I have to direct him. “On top.” “move over.” “That’s not it.” I guide him in. “Push.” “Harder.”

“Holy Christ.” Larson calls out as he enters. “Oh, holy Christ!” I pull him down so it’s not so obvious to any passers by what’s going on. Of course, my legs are in the air and his foot leaving marks against the steamed up windows.

Larson’s a nice fuck. Good rhythm. I keep telling him to fuck harder. He complies. I tighten my “grip” around his shaft. He is loving it. He puts his head next to mine as he fucks my ass hard. I tell him how much I love his cock. He grunts with each thrust. I wrap my arms around him. I want to kiss him. Bad. If I don’t get this over with I will kiss him and ruin everything.

“Are you gonna cum in me?” I whisper in his ear. I’m pumping my cock hard.

He begins to buck wildly and crying out. “Take it! Take it! Take it!” Sweet Larson is blowing his load in my hole.

I was hoping to cum along with him. It’s taking me longer. I pump my cock frantically. Larson sits up. He leans down and spits on my dick. He’s so close to sucking it. I nut.

Cum spews all over my chest. I lay there breathing heavily. I wipe the jizz off my chest and the lube off my ass with my t-shirt.

Larson looks a bit lost. He’s trying to process. I thank him and begin to dress. I’m making this casual. It’s no big deal even though it is a very big deal. I grab the back of his neck and tell him he’s an awesome fuck. I give his back a congratulatory smack. I want to say, “See? This isn’t gay…” but it is. We both know it.

He dresses and hops out. He looks back at me. I make the “my lips are sealed” motion. He gives a thumbs up. I see the condom on the floor. I flick it at him and it lands on the window of the car parked next to me. He laughs and shuts the door. I watch him (and his hot ass) walk off into the cold to find his car.

I drive off wearing the only top in the car: an ugly sweater. I’m going home to send my sister a thank-you note.

Fill Up

It’s Thanksgiving. I’m with my family. More about another exciting family weekend later.

Drove up to The Ranch. Grandparent’s owned the ranch for decades. It’s no longer the money machine it was in it’s day, but it’s self-supporting. The Ranch is also our “family compound.” Holidays are all held here. Miss out on a holiday and we will talk about you.

Almost there. I stop for gas in the middle of nowhere. It’s dusk. The sun has set. There’s still some light. The place has a lone attendant. He’s young and cute. He offers to put air in my tires. Why not? There is a pump in the front, but he motions me to the back.

He squats to put air in my front tire. He makes sure I can see his big package. Bending over for the rear tire, he shows off his ass. The kid is not subtle at all. His redish hair gets darker as the light dims. However, his beautiful smile radiates.

Standing up, he asks if I need anything else. He’s hard. His pants look as if they’re about to burst open. I bite: “Yeah, what’s in your pants?” I feel like I’m in a bad 70’s porno.

I move forward. He seems surprised that I’m unzipping his pants. When his warm dick flops into the cool evening air, he gasps. I play with it. Our faces are close together put he won’t look at me. I kiss his cheek. My lips scrape on his stubble. I move to his neck and nibble. He gasps again.

I think he’s dreamed about doing this, but it’s never happened. Baby, I’m gonna make your fantasy come true. I rub his muscled chest and arms through his old T-shirt.

I drop to my knees and pull his fat cock into my mouth. Hard before, he’s now like a rock. I can barely get it away from his stomach. I slurp for a few seconds and he unleashes his load. Thick and chunky. A lot of it. I milk him completely. Every drop is savored and swallowed.

Standing up, I move to kiss him. He turns away. There is no fucking way that he’s getting off without getting me off. I nibble on his neck as I tuck his junk back in his pants. I ask him if he wants to blow me. He mentions about going back to work.

Not. Gonna. Happen.

I unzip. Semi-hard, it’s out in a second. Moving forward, I slip it into his pants. I thrust forward. My cock slides through his flannel boxers and amongst his dick; his balls. It’s a tight area, so it feels warm and nice. I’m horny, so this won’t take long.

Thrusting forward, I grab the back of his neck and pull our faces together. We are breathing heavy on each other. So close to kissing. He won’t. Straigh-boy shit. My cock is rubbing against his bush and down to his balls. The soft underwear is rubbing against the other side. Feels nice. He’s getting hard again.

I hear a car pull up to the pumps and honk.

He tells me to stop. I just grunt and keep thrusting. My face is buried in his neck. He smells like grease and sweat. It makes me hornier.

The car honks again.

I thrust faster and harder. I tell him to grab my ass. He doesn’t. I say it louder. Out of fear, he grabs it and pulls me close.

“Anyone here?!” someone yells.

“Pluh… pluh… please.” He grunts.

I think I hear the guy approaching. I nut. It’s been a few days. Big load. Very wet. That makes me smile.

I push away. “Customer,” I nod to the front.

The kid runs off, zipping up his pants.

I drive around the corner. The kid is filling the tank of some SUV. I can clearly see the wet stains around his crotch. I dropped quite a load. I drive off rather proud of myself.

If tradition holds, that will be the first load of many this weekend. And if my luck holds, I’ll need to get some air in my tires on the trek home Sunday.

Friday Negotiations

Friday negotiations are the worst. The entire weekend gets put on hold in case a compromise isn’t met. I don’t know who scheduled it this way, but I want to find them and hurt them.

We’re negotiating the absorption of a smaller company. Actually, it’s closer to a hostile takeover. These guys are not happy—neither am I. I’m stuck in this room with a bunch of guys in suits. I’ve got a five day backup in my balls. Fantasies abound.



It’s Monday and I’m heading home from work. I catch a drink at a sleazy bar near work. The guys are hot, but they are avoiding the asshole in the suit: me. Frustrated, I leave.

I cut through a notoriously dangerous alley on my way back to my car. I’ve gotten more action in this alley than I’ve been mugged, so I’m willing to risk it. I pass by two couples who are going for it, big time. One couple is fucking: pants down to their ankles, leaning against the wall and groaning like animals. They are in clear view of the street.

The other couple, not too far from the first, also have their pants down, and jerking each other off. Right underneath the lamp to the delivery door. The older guy is chewing on a younger guy’s neck. The younger guy is looking at me. I’m sure he can only see that someone is walking by and this exhibitionist is getting off on it.

I continue on.

I see a guy standing just beyond the reach of one of the few working lamps. Jeans, t-shirt, leaning back, one leg against the wall. It’s a cliché for whore, but that’s what I’m looking for.

I walk over. He’s not too tall, nice body—but not too built—dark hair, and looks mostly harmless. I run my hand across his t-shirt. I check his pecs and his abs. Nothing to write home about, but okay.

He says hello. I put my hand over his mouth. I slide my hand under his shirt: silky smooth. Nice. I cup his buldge. It grows with my grasp. I look into his eyes.



I stop. “How old are you?” He tells me 21. Bullshit. I reach back and grab his wallet. I push him back and flip the wallet open in the light. 18. From Missouri. I hand him back his wallet. Fuck, now that I’ve got a better look at him, he looks like a little kid.

“Do you know where you are and what the fuck you’re doing?” I hiss. He’s traveling with his dad. Tells me he’s been doing it since he was 15. “Are we doing this or not?” he whispers.

I squat in front of him. His jeans are tight around his hard buldge. I lift his shirt, his cock is poking up, the head out above his waistband. I give it a lick.

I kiss his stomach as I undo his belt and jeans. No underwear. His ample dick doesn’t move. He’s fully hard against his stomach. I pull it down and begin sucking on it. I move down the shaft and bury my nose in his pubes. Pulling back, I feel his foreskin. Ah, farmboys and their thick uncut dicks.

I suck for a while on his dick, playing with the foreskin, gently licking and sucking on the head, playing with the shaft. He’s got a nice dick. It deserves to be treated right. His balls have tightened, so I stop. I don’t want him to blow and leave me hanging.

I stand. I don’t have to push on his shoulders, he drops automatically. He pulls out my rod and strokes it to bring it to full arousal. The kid respects the cock. He treats it well: gentle kisses, soft strokes, no teeth.

He quickly finds a nice rhythm. I place my hands on his shoulders and let him go. I’m pumping his face. He’s good. Too good. I feel my balls stir. I give him a warning. He keeps sucking. I tell him I’m close. He sucks harder.

My insides turn. I feel the build up. I’m so God-damned close—it feels so great. I grunt and nut in his mouth.

The boy does not stop. He keeps pumping until my shaft is drained. He stands. I lean in and kiss him. He seems surprised. I guess guys that fuck in alleys don’t kiss.

I see a red flash.

The cops have busted one of the couples at the end of the alley. I bend over and take the kid’s rod in my mouth. I’m not sure if I’m going to get him there, so I tell him to jack off in my mouth. He does. Big load.

We zip up and head out away from the cops. They will be driving down here in a minute.

The kid follows me for a while. At a stoplight, I look at him. Shit. He’s even younger looking than I thought. Cuter, too. I end up giving him a ride home. I think we say six words to each other total, including “thanks” and “good bye.”

My Monday nut feels very far away.

I’m not at the big table in our largest conference room. That’s for the big boys. I sit on the side with a member of my team, waiting to present. I have to stay all day in case questions come up that my team’s research and analysis can answer.

I end up making my presentation at 3:00pm. My team looks awesome. Every question has a ready response. I know a few guys at my company do not like it when one group shines. We fucking glimmer, so they throw some curve balls. Todd—a numbers machine—fires back at each question perfectly. We’re so good, I got a little wood.

We break at 6:30. Dinner wasn’t planned so we decide to break for two hours. The big guys head off somewhere together—their assistants frantically calling airlines, hotels, etc. to make changes.

I meet with my team for ten. We discuss any needed further research. Todd takes it on. I order the team pizza and decide to go for a run.

My run does not take me on my normal route. I find myself heading towards a bar I know. A bar with a notoriously filthy backroom. Usually, it’s not busy at this hour, but on Fridays, it does okay.

I walk in to the bar and start for the back. Standing at the counter are two guys we are taking over. We chat. They clearly know where they are and what they are doing. They ask if I’m going into the back. “That’s why I’m here.”

I leave them and go behind the heavy leather curtains.

The area is dark, save for a red lamp in the corner. One guy is jacking off. Nice dick, but I decide to move on.



The room angles back into an blue light. I head back there. Five guys are standing around jacking off watching two guys going at it. None of them are that interesting.



I go further back towards the dim amber light. Two suits are back there. Long, thick cocks hanging. It’s as if they are waiting for me. Both are older—late 40’s/early 50’s. Great shape. Handsome.

One of them is clearly the Alpha male. Just a bit better than the other guy: bigger, more handsome, better hung, uncut. I kneel onto the dirty floor before him and pull out my dong. If the other guy were there alone, I would have gladly jumped on his dick. He pales in comparison to this god-of-a-man. It’s good to be the King.

I don’t grab at his dick. He may not want me. I open my mouth and look up. He answers by sticking his meat in my mouth. King grabs my head and pulls my face forward and mumbles something. His hands block my ears.



King pumps my face. I open wide and let him fuck the hole. I run my hands over his muscled thighs. I would love to drop his pants and lick them, but I don’t think he wants his $600 slacks hitting the filthy floor: as I shift, I can feel the dried cum on the floor.

I reach over and grab onto his buddy’s dong. He’s rock hard. I push a little, and feel his big balls. It doesn’t take long for King to unload. He starts fucking a little faster and then dumps in my mouth. I drain King and start to turn to Buddy.



Buddy starts cumming before I can get to his dong. The first shot hits my neck, the second my lips. I catch the remaining shots. Buddy never makes a sound. I can’t even hear him breathing.

The two zip up and leave without a word.

I stand and turn around. Another guy is in the room. Not my type at all. He reaches for my dick. I push him away. He tries again. I smack his hand. He tries again. I raise my fist.

He smiles.



Bitch likes the abuse. I grab him by the throat and move him to the corner. I tell him to sit—he drops instantly. “Stay, bitch, stay.” I command. “You move when I tell you.” I tell him to pull it out—if he’s lucky, I’ll piss on him later. He moans “thank you, sir.”

Putz.

I spit on him. He laughs. Whatever.

I turn back and a barista my Starbucks is there. I have cruised this guy for months—he never gives me a second look. He’s looking today. I’m not sure if it’s King’s cum or the adrenaline from commanding Pussy to do as my bidding, but I’m ON.



I wave him over and point at my dick. He drops and is on it. I run my hands through his hair. I always thought it was too long, right now it feels good. His mouth is fantastic. He takes it all down. Barista treats my dick right. But he doesn’t forget my balls or taint. Good customer service.

The two guys I saw from the meeting walk back. Their dicks aren’t out, but they are hard. Pussy asks if he can suck them. I spit at Pussy and tell him to shut the fuck up. He thanks me. I notice that Pussy has his dick out. It’s fucking huge. I’m still not into him, but I gotta give respect to a giant schlong.

I wave the guys over. They do a double take on Pussy. The two guys have a similar build. 6’1”, 190, brown/brown. They are nice looking ,but one is clearly more handsome than the other. Handsome pulls out his dick. It’s decent. Definitely suckable. The Other One pulls out his dick. Very thick. Definitely fuckable.



I push Barsita off my rod and onto The Other One. I drop and take Handsome’s dick into my mouth. Pussy moans loudly. His dick stinks. Total musk. I lick his crotch clean and suck on his hairy balls. His cock is oozing precum. Like me, he’s a big dripper. I pull his shaft into my mouth and try and suck all the precum out of it.

The Other One nuts. His moan is high pitched and a little annoying. “Ee-ee-eeh! Ee-ee-eeh! Ee-ee-eeh!” I guess Handsome likes that because he blows too. His load is surprisingly plentiful.



I stand. Handsome starts to pull away. I grab his hand and pull down. He does not want to reciprocate and resists. I lean forward, “You want a job when we take over?” I have no power, but after shining at that meeting today, he thinks I might.

I move to the wall, so I can sit on the high bench. He won’t have to kneel and ruin his slacks. I pull my cock out through the leg whole, so I’m not sitting bare assed on years of DNA. He sucks well. His hands rub my thighs as he swallows my cock.

I look over at Barista and The Other One. Barista is begging for something. The Other One is resisting. I have no idea what the discussion is, but Barista is almost crying.

Pussy says something. The Other One and I shout “shut the fuck up” in unison. I hock a loogi. The Other One follows in kind. Pussy is happy again.

Handsome is really into my balls. Yeah, they’re big, and he fucking loves them. He pulls slightly on them which makes me quiver.

The Other One is obliging Barista’s request: he’s pissing in his mouth. Barista is leaning back and The Other One is letting a stream of warm piss flow into Barista’s waiting throat.



That’s it for me: I nut onto Handsome’s handsome face. No warning. Just jizz. He stuffs my cock into his mouth to get the remains of my load.

He moves up to look me in the eye. “Did I pass the interview?”

I tell him I probably won’t have any decision in the matter—but I will give him a stellar recommendation. He smiles.

We start to leave. Pussy is still in the corner. He let’s out a disappointed sigh. I look over and ask why he’s still sitting there.

“Get the fuck out here!”

I drag him back into the large red-lighted room. There’s a small crowd in there—nothing like it will be later tonight, but decent. I command him to drop his pants. “Show these real men your only worth!” I hold him by his collar and demand he show them his worthless load.

I ask him if he needs some lube. I don’t wait for an answer and spit on his dick. Handsome and The Other One shoot some slobber onto his schlong as well. I’m pulling so hard on his collar, I think he’s about to lift off the floor. I offer him as a spit bag for the other men standing around. Some cute kid spits in his face and Pussy unloads a huge amount of splooge onto my running shoes.



I immediately have him lick it off.

I run back to the office. I shower, change and make it back into the meeting about 10 minutes late. Handsome and The Other One saved a seat for me. I sit with my team—I can’t be distracted.

We make final agreements at 3:00am. The deal is solid.

I go to shake Handsome’s hand. He slips me his business card and his hotel key. The room number is on the business card. I’m tired.

But not that tired.

Details are a little more fuzzy on Handsome alone. Quick breakdown: we fuck. Fall asleep. Fuck. Sleep. Fuck. Sleep. Eat. Fuck. Fuck, again. Sleep. Fuck. Missing one hotel checkout and two flights back to Chicago.

I should find out who scheduled those meetings on Friday… and thank them.

You Are Now Entering The Seventh Level of Hell

I'm surprised. I thought I had the ninth level of Hell locked up. I gotta try harder.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Extreme
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Extreme
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Extreme

Take the Dante's" Divine Comedy Inferno Test

Ted Colunga: Magnificent Bastard

I love Ted Colunga. He went by the name Giovanni in a Brendon Marley BJ video. Brendon couldn’t take it all. I immediately fell in lust with the guy.

The name sucks. Totally unconvincing for a Hungarian to be named that. I don’t know who came up with that name, but they suck.

Apparently, he’s former military—he’s 5’11” with 10” of thick Hungarian meat between his legs. I want to fuck the living hell out of this guy.

I still haven’t finished typing up Vegas. Plus, two more really nice hookups. (And three shit ones.) Until then, enjoy some Ted:

Stories to Tell

I got back from Vegas on Monday. Still processing the weekend. Fucked more than I have in my life. Dick hurts. Serioiusly, hurts. Made some friends. Won some money. Lost a lot of jizz. Went to a Vegas version of a party. Makes the parties here seem like a little old lady tea party.

Stories will be told. Still resting.