As a kid I had a recurring fantasy about being taken away by a cowboy like the Lone Ranger or Hopalong Cassidy. I would ride on his lap and we would fight the bad guys. Sometimes I would be kidnapped by Indians and tortured.
Well, looking back I should have known I was gay at the age of five. Hence my avatar.
Last night I had a particularly strong erection at 4 AM. I got up, took a leak, went to back to bed and it kept throbbing back to life. Most times I try not to handle my cb and balls, but I couldn't help but pull on it to get some relief but it was impossible. I swear if the cable tie I use to lock the cb broke, I would have ripped off my tube and shot a load in seconds. I settled down eventually. Maybe I should have cried out for Lassie to tell Hopalong to save me!
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An older gay man's musings about sex, chastity, food, photography and whatever I want to talk about.
I can't imagine riding a horse with a CB6000. Riding a bike is hard enough.
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