Boston Beef

This weekend is Pride in New York City. It's the 40th anniversary of Stonewall, so we're expecting a big turnout.

This past Sunday I got a note from a guy from Boston who's going to be in town for the festivities. As readers of this blog know, my taste in men tends toward beefy, hairy dudes; black men; and uncut men, in no particular order.

The man from Boston falls squarely within the first category: beefy, all-American. He's about 6'1", 205 lbs., with a killer set of quads and sports a cock with a huge mushroom head. His balls are a deep tan color and sit between two meaty thighs.

I spent the entire workday today emailing and texting with Boston Beef, generally getting worked up for a fuck session we have planned for Friday after work.

Boston Beef was kind enough to send me a few pix to break the monotony of my lawyer existence. Let me tell you, if I had clients like this, I could learn to love the practice of law all over again. One of Boston Beef's pictures really lit my fire: He's standing in a room with nothing but a jock strap and white socks, his thick thighs bulging out under the straps of his jock.

By the end of the day, we'd pretty much worked each other into blue ball misery. I told Boston Beef to hold his load 'til Friday, which he promised to do. I'm a relentless cocksucker when I know a man has a load to spill, and I'm gonna milk that load out of him before he sticks his cock up my ass.

Something tells me I'll have more to post on Boston Beef by the end of the week.