Going Deeper (Inside Strange Men)

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I check in, get my room key, and when I get to the room, it's got dirty towels on the bed. I like the room, so instead of having them switch me to another room, I wait for the guy who makes the rooms up to change the sheets, wipe down the surfaces, mop the floor. The guys are HUNGRY tonight - I'm standing in the hallway, far enough away that I'm not hovering over him as he works, but close enough that I can see when he's done, and there are two guys coming on to me as I'm standing here in the hallway, fully dressed, holding my backpack. I figure, what the hell, and I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. One of the guys is a lean, muscular guy around forty; he's got a shaved head, pale skin with dark hair on his chest and crotch but not much on the rest of him. He's really, really keen, and I shove it into his mouth again and again. The other guy is a muscular handsome Asian man, lean with a big chest; he sucks my dick, but also keeps grabbing my ass. I'm

Tonight at one of the local bars, I had something happen that's never happened before, and it was FUCKING HOT, and I feel really surreal about the whole thing, like it doesn't seem real, but I'm quite certain it happened, and it's just not possible with the way it went down, that this is somebody playing a prank on me or some cruel game kind of ha-ha thing. It was... intense. It was an ego-boost of enormous proportions. It was a sexual and erotic thrill that's really hard to explain, because it was not just about the "I read your Scruff profile" version, it was the "I've read the blog, and you're the top I've always dreamed of" version. I face-fucked my first fanboy.  This guy is clearly a little altered, being swept along in a group of people because the bar is crowded and you move or you have to get out of the path. He looks at me and reaches out his arms and says, "Why do you have to be so handsome?" and grabs my head wit

 I've been hot for Brock since he moved to Dallas several years ago. Husband hooked up with him back before he was even bar-legal (don't y'all get your panties in a wad, he was twenty), and he was hot then - but he's matured into this big muscular handsome hunk of a man, and he does massage for a living, and he looks like muscle bear porn. I've been chatting with him about getting a massage some time, and/or getting together for a play date, or combining the two - so when Husband asked if I'd like a massage for my birthday, and did I have a guy in mind -- well, yes, yes I did. I did have a guy in mind. Husband has been to him for massage as well, and knows he's strong-handed and technically skilled as well as hunky and sweet, and he likes us both, so it was a good thing all over.  He walks me up to his apartment, and shows me the room where he does his massage. It's simple, but elegant, with neat soft lighting and a music setup, a bear-sturdy big massage