It is 2 in the afternoon. Why hasn’t Manny appeared at my door, taken his clothes off and spoofed all over my chest by now? That’s my question for the day.
My cock is sore. I’m avoiding touching it. Ha, ha. No gaydar today, I’m bored with it. (Even if I’m writing nothing more hi-brow than my journals.) My cock hasn’t been played with by anybody else and it now wants to be played with by my sexy Greek boy. Is that too much to ask. Flesh on flesh. All of the above is just foreplay.
Where the fuck is he?
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