A puddle 9 inches deep

No lunchtime cock smoking for me today. It’s pretty grey outside this afternoon. Not to mention a bit rainy. For some people, it’s considered ugly. To me, it’s gorgeous outside. When the weather is like this, it makes it hard for someone with my kind of high sex drive (read: addiction) to keep it in his pants. I guess that is why there are bookstores to off-set for outdoor play.

Oh, I’m sure there are some peoples out there cruising the local parking lots and parks, but it’s too damn cold to be whipping my cock out when there is rain a drizzlin’. I guess I can wait until later when I get to the gym post-workout where I can show off my unit in the locker room showers like normal folk.

Actually, come to think of it, its better I didn’t venture out to the lunchtime cruising spot otherwise my truck would have been covered in mud – well worse than it is right now anyway. The parking lot is basically a dirt parking area where “on the DL” type married mens and pole riders on their lunch breaks meet for some in-the-bushes and/or in-your-car hi-jinks that could get someone arrested if the vice were to show up. Most of it is ignored, but I just know one of these days a cop vehicle is going to roll right through that bitch snatching up males who innocently just wanted to taste another man’s seed. There’s no crime in that. And there are no children around, so let a player play. Geez.

I’m hoping by tomorrow the sun will be out much more than it was today. There is a rumbling in my jeans that demands attention from a stranger. I can’t honestly say it’s a gay man thing, because it’s not. It’s a male thing. Testosterone can be one hell of an obstacle sometimes. It can lead to you have sexual relations with someone you find less than stimulating. Trust me. I think we all have been there.

If it doesn’t clear up, I’ll just have to take my happy ass over to the bookstore. At least if the other person behind the magic window is revolting (by my preferences btw – I’m not going to win any Mr. Gay Competitions soon myself), I can keep my eyes glued to the porn on the screen in front of me. Hell in that case, I can always give the other guy a show. They like that sometimes. And then they dirty up the booth in my honor. Narcissism is hot.