what could make my stinking ripe sports socks any better? Well, a thick wet BEAST load! And then shove em in your face.
I often have to stop and take everything I managed to achieve throughout my life in. Not just socially or career wise but personally. It just so happens unlike most people my personal life and professional life are one and the same. For better or worse I made my life this way. So when guys comment on my chest it really does take me back to when I was a young boy discovering hormones and his sexuality and that the lights directly in front of the downstairs mirrors, in the front entrance of my family home would accentuate my chest muscles, that believe me at that time were far from what Shakira would one day sing about. But somehow those lights made em look like Cenas! And I would stand there pull out my little sausage roll and wank one out, every night, after my family were in bed, every day of the year for several years. I honestly do not know where my fascination with mens chests originated from or when, but from as long as I can remember, pecs, in their entirety, muscle, nipple, hair if any and all, were my biggest stimulation and turn on. So after being a self shamming, insecure, shy teen and transforming myself into the Beast Daddy Muscle King that you know me as today, I never fail to be humbled and pause when a guy says I have the best chest he’s ever seen.
PRIDE may be over in your city or yet to come! But you can wear my PRIDE T any day or every day because pride doesn’t have a schedule!
Back in London for the second time, I hope to now finally find that long over–due stability and base with my first home since 2016. (After leaving my awesome home in Australia because of an insane stalker! Wait for the book! Well, that wasn’t the real reason but it is true.) There are so many other factors involved, other than the issues I was having, in my decision to give up on the Madrid dream and move back to London. After all I had made that decision 3 years ago! And still had not managed to get my Visa. A lot FKIN changes in 3 years! Including finding a man who I never dreamed possible who had managed to resurrect my damaged heart and show me how great a partner can actually be. So the idea would have been, being in Spain for a few years on my own then ending up in a home with him in London. But that few years on my own has already passed, waiting for paperwork and living like a nomad. I also had my stuff being shipped over from from Australia. Initially, to Spain but now I was thinking it made sense to get it sent to the UK instead.
So here I am, writing this post in my mans apt as we look for our new love nest to move into together. I got my mum praying for this to be it. And as someone who has had to make all his own fortune, success and achievements in life on his own, (And no longer having to rely on someone else, like I was in Madrid) I plan on making this the start of the next chapter in my life and finding a happiness that has been vacant for quote some time.
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