Horny, Clearly
I woke me at 6am, Daniel was nagging me as soon as I woke up. He was pissy about something, I'm not sure what. I opened and closed my mouth several times before turning on my heal and heading back to my room.
Candy hasn't been around for a week, or so. I think I had better give her a call before my bro gets any more raggy.
I got up later, from all the commotion of Daniel leaving the house. He was banging doors and draws and seemed to be on the phone to several people. I stepped into the hallway, just as the front door closed behind him. Click.
Silence. Lovely.
I headed up Lygon Street a bit later than normal, thank you Daniel. Don’t you just love men’s arses in checked shorts. Round, firm, with sexy legs covered in hair, as I prefer them.
One guy, with white shorts with green checks had an arse like a ripe melon that I just wanted to eat my lunch out of. I followed him along Exhibition Street for quite a few blocks, getting half a woody from watching that material move across his delicious fuck hole.
It was a beautifully sunny day, as I meandered towards work.
A tall athletic guy jogged towards me in the shortest black running shorts and the longest legs. I could see his dick bouncing around under the black material, nice it was too. I could feel my cock agreeing with what I was thinking. I thought that I should have a shag soon.
I had a pull in the toilets midmorning. Thinking about the guy in the checked shorts taking from the guy in small black running shorts, uo a city laneway.
And the day passed without incident, or partners making demands, or HR being their normal insufferable selves.
I made risotto. It's therapeutic. I have found, cooking for myself, instead of picking up the phone and having whatever delivered, to be good for me.
I took Bruno to the park. The dogs ran around after the cricketers finished playing. The big muscly dude was there with his white bulldog. He's hot, blond hair, handsome face. He always wears those baggy soccer kind of shorts, which are always just a little tighter on him than on soccer players. He has a sexy arse, big and hard and thick muscular legs. I reckon he wears boxers as I can always make out the shaft and head of his cock flopping around under there. He wrestled on his back with my dog on top of him. Afterwards I couldn't help but notice he had half a hardon. Nice, it was too.
Daniel came home late and went to bed early, still in a foul mood. I contemplated giving Candy that call, but I didn't.
I watched all the American sitcoms.
I went to bed at 12.45am.
Candy hasn't been around for a week, or so. I think I had better give her a call before my bro gets any more raggy.
I got up later, from all the commotion of Daniel leaving the house. He was banging doors and draws and seemed to be on the phone to several people. I stepped into the hallway, just as the front door closed behind him. Click.
Silence. Lovely.
I headed up Lygon Street a bit later than normal, thank you Daniel. Don’t you just love men’s arses in checked shorts. Round, firm, with sexy legs covered in hair, as I prefer them.
One guy, with white shorts with green checks had an arse like a ripe melon that I just wanted to eat my lunch out of. I followed him along Exhibition Street for quite a few blocks, getting half a woody from watching that material move across his delicious fuck hole.
It was a beautifully sunny day, as I meandered towards work.
A tall athletic guy jogged towards me in the shortest black running shorts and the longest legs. I could see his dick bouncing around under the black material, nice it was too. I could feel my cock agreeing with what I was thinking. I thought that I should have a shag soon.
I had a pull in the toilets midmorning. Thinking about the guy in the checked shorts taking from the guy in small black running shorts, uo a city laneway.
And the day passed without incident, or partners making demands, or HR being their normal insufferable selves.
I made risotto. It's therapeutic. I have found, cooking for myself, instead of picking up the phone and having whatever delivered, to be good for me.
I took Bruno to the park. The dogs ran around after the cricketers finished playing. The big muscly dude was there with his white bulldog. He's hot, blond hair, handsome face. He always wears those baggy soccer kind of shorts, which are always just a little tighter on him than on soccer players. He has a sexy arse, big and hard and thick muscular legs. I reckon he wears boxers as I can always make out the shaft and head of his cock flopping around under there. He wrestled on his back with my dog on top of him. Afterwards I couldn't help but notice he had half a hardon. Nice, it was too.
Daniel came home late and went to bed early, still in a foul mood. I contemplated giving Candy that call, but I didn't.
I watched all the American sitcoms.
I went to bed at 12.45am.
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