Back Room of the Bookstore

Went trolling for a great cocksucker yesterday afternoon. I so totally fucking ready to pound a hot bro's throat. Went to a local bookstore. Cruised the DVD's and Mags in hopes of spotting a cocksucker-- obviously the mound in my jeans didn't hurt the cause. The Hot Little Blonde that worked behind the counter -- gave me big eyes. He ran his finger across his lips and asked if there was something he could do to help me. He had a tight swimmers build-- my height- and looked about 23 years old. He had a face that I could definitely skull fuck. I leaned across the counter and told him that I was looking for something wet to sink my cock into. He said that there was something wet in the back room if I was game-- and I instructed him to lead the way. He told one of his co-workers that he was going to show me something in the back room and he'd be back in a few. I knew it was going to me more than a few.

Upstart

First post in this blog- I will be posting happenings in my life. Friends have said that I should recount many of my sexual escapades. Given the fact that I'm a self confessed sex addict (just can't get enough), I wanted to share the trials, tribulations, and fun that envelope my life as I cruise the world wide web for cock and ass.

Keep in mind that this is not ground breaking stuff here- many bloggers have done a fucking fantastic job describing their sexual pursuits. I just thought it would be a helluva lot of fun providing you my insight-- and heres also hoping that I provide you with some one handed reading as well.