This year, I’ll be moseying over to them Texans there about June time. Maybe some bowlegged cowboys might like to try sitting and riding on my maypole and see if I might pollinate their hole with my DNA.
I’ve got to admit, a lot of traveling here nowadays and I’m fucking loving it . Texas always treated me right. So keep me in mind, Houston. I’ll be there in a couple of weeks or so.
It’s been heart wrenching for me, but I finally have been convinced that I cannot fuck bareback anymore. It’s just not safe. All the people who send me the hate mail, tell me I’m a sociopath, inform me that it’s just wrong to breed the bottoms… well, I’m inclined to agree with you. I’ve spread my seed to enough people, it’s time to stop. In fact, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to not only put on one condom, but two.
Too Much Pleasure So Two
All through these years that I’ve been fucking raw, it’s been wrong. I’ve just had too much pleasure. So I’ve concluded that I need to plastic protect my penis at least twice. It’s called “double bagging.” I’m going to put on two condoms. That way, I dull the pleasure twice as much. I’m not able to feel anything rubbing against me. I almost want to make sure I feel nothing when I fuck, just to punish myself. I don’t deserve any more pleasure. I must deny myself. No more fun. No more pleasure. No more enjoyment for me. I figure with feeling nothing, I can work purely for the bottom’s joy. Make the bottom feel good. Maybe I won’t even cum. I’ll make sure the bottom feels my condomed cock, plastic wrapped for his pleasure. I will put on one condom for blowjobs too.