Boys keep swining
Sep. 24th, 2025 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
muckefuckWhat else to I come here for besides posting about boys? Time for a few updates!
It's been a banner season since I got back from Seattle. As lovely as that trip was on many fronts, it was really frustrating when it came to cruising. My fresh-meat status meant that I was deluged with offers but sharing a suite with my mother meant there was no real opportunity to act on them (except for the last day, when I took advantage of Mom's earlier departure time to lure a cutie to my room in the last hour before checkout).
I made up for this with a vengeance when I returned. When I look back, one of the striking things is how successful these were. Of the seven guys I was with that first week, I've since been in touch with all but one and I've fooled around with three of them again--all quite different. One is a tall, older, muscled bear who's really into fisting. He wants to take my whole hand, but we'll need a few sessions to get there. The second is a chubby little cub who loves to cuddle. He wanted to go to an orgy last Saturday but felt shy, so I offered to go with him. And then the last kinds of splits the difference: a married short king with amazing equipment who really loves mine. I invited him over expecting a quick session and really got carried away with him.
The same thing happened last night with a new transplant from Mississippi. He looked cute enough online and I budgeted about an hour in order to breed him; after two-and-a-half, I kicked him out so I could wind down and get some sleep. When we finally stopped making out long enough to talk, I found a more interesting man than expected, one who was as comfortable discussing philosophy as he was discussing dicks. I remember thinking "I could fall a little in love with you".
Still trying not to do that, though I am allowing myself to entertain the notion of enhanced FWBs. There's another smart one, a former mathematics grad student now baking bread for Jeff Bezos, who I enjoy talking to as much as I enjoy fucking. We've already had a couple dates of sorts, once visiting a museum and a yarn store together (he's a knitter) and once just canoodling on the back porch of his cohousing in Rogers Park. He's also young enough to be my son, which is bringing out a certain protectiveness as well. We'll see where that all leads us.
It's been a banner season since I got back from Seattle. As lovely as that trip was on many fronts, it was really frustrating when it came to cruising. My fresh-meat status meant that I was deluged with offers but sharing a suite with my mother meant there was no real opportunity to act on them (except for the last day, when I took advantage of Mom's earlier departure time to lure a cutie to my room in the last hour before checkout).
I made up for this with a vengeance when I returned. When I look back, one of the striking things is how successful these were. Of the seven guys I was with that first week, I've since been in touch with all but one and I've fooled around with three of them again--all quite different. One is a tall, older, muscled bear who's really into fisting. He wants to take my whole hand, but we'll need a few sessions to get there. The second is a chubby little cub who loves to cuddle. He wanted to go to an orgy last Saturday but felt shy, so I offered to go with him. And then the last kinds of splits the difference: a married short king with amazing equipment who really loves mine. I invited him over expecting a quick session and really got carried away with him.
The same thing happened last night with a new transplant from Mississippi. He looked cute enough online and I budgeted about an hour in order to breed him; after two-and-a-half, I kicked him out so I could wind down and get some sleep. When we finally stopped making out long enough to talk, I found a more interesting man than expected, one who was as comfortable discussing philosophy as he was discussing dicks. I remember thinking "I could fall a little in love with you".
Still trying not to do that, though I am allowing myself to entertain the notion of enhanced FWBs. There's another smart one, a former mathematics grad student now baking bread for Jeff Bezos, who I enjoy talking to as much as I enjoy fucking. We've already had a couple dates of sorts, once visiting a museum and a yarn store together (he's a knitter) and once just canoodling on the back porch of his cohousing in Rogers Park. He's also young enough to be my son, which is bringing out a certain protectiveness as well. We'll see where that all leads us.
