I am an ordinary guy and a big ole geek. I never proclaimed myself to be anything more or less.
Okay. Maybe I am a stud. And I don’t mean a stud in some amorphous sense that one looks at a hot guy and goes, “Damn, he’s a stud.” I also don’t mean the term you might find in some urban dictionary where it refers to a general bad ass.
I am the animal kingdom version of a stud.
Definition: “An animal retained for breeding.”
Those who give me half a chance to get hard and shove my cock into their hole realize two things:
1. This guy has a very hard cock.
2. This guy knows how to fuck.
Given time, a third thing happens.
3. He breeds.
Knock on wood — primarily, my own — that’s what happens.
My blog here makes no secret of who I am and the type of person I happen to be. I should work out more. I’m not hugely fat. I have one tattoo. I wear geek glasses. I am not stud looking.
As he explained — in trying to leave and not have to see me naked — he’d assumed I was the beefy, tattooed guy who was fucking on my site.
Now I went through the last several entries. For the most part, all the porn stuff is labeled. So let’s say the dumb ass can read (but after chatting with him a bit, I’m not sure about that).
It leaves us with the escort entries on Chris, formerly of Detroit, formerly of Orlando, now I think he’s back in Detroit.
This means genius-in-muscles actually thought I was a bottom who was going to fuck him.
I didn’t fuck him because he wanted a pass. And who am I to rape the unwilling (and someone who’s six-f00t-six and got enough muscles to break me in half).
Truth be told, I got this beautiful, muscular Hispanic man with a gorgeous ass who came preloaded with two other loads that gave his ass this tangy taste!
But that’s another story.
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