Derek's smile (and his ass)

Oooh... I find it hard to concentrate when Derek walks into the room. I can't help but stare at...well, take your pick: his broad shoulders, his well-defined chest, his trim waist or his gorgeous bubble-butt. Mostly I stare at his ass. Derek is medium height and has a fantastic build. it's like he's a visual buffet and I'm starved.
To top it off he's an impeccable dresser... always wears stylish dress shirts, slacks cut to show off his glutes and thighs and perfectly polished shoes. He's an avid swimmer and runner, and boy it shows in the right places (did I mention his ass?).
He's well educated, very athletic, happily married, drives a down-to-earth car, and just had his first baby. And of course his wife is gorgeous. He's kind, sweet, and overall a great guy to be around. He's the kind of guy you naturally look up to. His smile warms my heart, not to mention other parts of me.
"Andrew what's up, man! Great job on that proposal..." He pats me on the back with a nod and a beautiful smile.
Thank God you can't know what I'm thinking, Derek! I just smile back.

The guy from Madison, WI

So I knew the cute guy wth dark blond hair and hazel eyes was an out-of-towner because he was wearing a San Francisco t-shirt with the Golden Gate bridge on it. A dead give away!
We got to chatting, and, of course, drinking. (Hey, it was midnight on a Wednesday. Why else would anyone be on the Castro?) I find out he's visiting from Madison, Wisconsin! Those of you that follow MESB know that my favorite brothers are from Madison. Such a small town with so many cute men in it... I have to visit again.
I was pleased to find he was a kisser and liked to snuggle. Too bad he had a flight to catch at 9 AM.... I would have loved an additional morning quickie with him, but he had to leave my flat at 6:30, and we'd only gotten to bed well after 2 AM. Not to mention I had to get my ass to work by 8. I was whipped all day but yeah, it was worth it.

The Cute caterer returns!

Remember the caterer? Well, I just ran into him again. I couldn't remember his name, it was either Steve, Peter or John... the 3 names scribbled on the 3 pieces of paper from last Friday. Anyways, I ran into him again. He's as cute as ever. He looks like Robert Downey Jr. except more down-to-earth. I gave him a brief kiss on the cheek, he smiled, I looked down shyly (it's a great way to check out someone's package without giving yourself away)... he's got a great package. His dick leans to the right which is unusual (but very cute). Nice tight faded jeans, nice ass, cute feet in doc martens. As he was leaving he slapped my ass and said to call him. I think I will, this time.

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Worn, dull, blue boxers (most of the time)

The depressing thing about the world is that most guys are unimaginatively straight. I've been doing an informal survey-by-observation at work, of what kind of underwear guys wear. Most of the guys at my company are adorable hunks. And the mensroom stalls don't have partitions, so you get to see what their "assets" look like, not to mention what kind of underwear they are wearing. In the past year, I've seen ONE guy go commando (incidentally he had a huge dick, and worked in the Engineering Department), a few guys wear colorful briefs, but the vast vast majority of guys wear dull, plain, ugly, worn grey or blue boxershorts. Not even black or red. C'mon, guys, have SOME imagination!

Blowing the Bartender...

...ensures you get good drinks. Joey's face always lights up whenever I approach the bar. And he makes me great drinks... vodka-cran means 99% vodka and a splash of cran. He's got a nice, thick, Irish dick. And a great smile too. And when he cums he contorts his face into the cutest expressions. His eyes close, his mouth goes all crooked and his tongue sort of sticks out. Problem is, I've only done Joey once and he's a busy guy. I haven't blown him in almost a year now, so sorta miss him. Even though I see him every week at the bar... it isn't the same. I want to see that cute Irish face contort like a Picasso painting.

Phillip wants a date

I've known Phillip for 4 months. I met him before Christmas 2005. He's one of the sweetest men I know. And suave in an East Coast Ivy-league sort of way. Not to mention he's got a cute smile and nice body. And a huge cock. (Yeah, I peeked once when he wasn't watching)
He called me today and asked me if I wanted to go to a concert with him. Silly man. Of course I do. Especially if it means we get naked later on.

MESB Chapter 13 is out

It took me a while but it's finally out. The more I write the more I am falling in love with these characters. In this chapter, baby bro grows up a bit.

Here's an excerpt:

... I heard Dan get off the phone, and rummage around in the fridge. I was too depressed and irritated with myself to get up and help him, so I just lay there. He eventually appeared with a beer and the box of Chinese food leftover from my lunch. He got into bed beside me and ate his food with loud chewing noises. I watched him, curled up in the fetal position beside him.

“So, it looks like you really screwed up this time, huh, buddy?” ...

Enjoy!

Saturday afternoon - Rico's bulge

Rico's hot. He's this cute 25 year old latin stud I know from the gym. Actually I don't know him at all except for when I run into him at the gym. Well, we got to chatting after our workouts on Saturday afternoon, and it turns out he lives a block away from me. I gave him a ride home, he invited me in, and 30 minutes later we both had smiles on our faces. He has a great cock. The bulge I always see in his gym shorts delivered! Stood straight out and pointed upwards. Yum.

Which one was the hot caterer guy?

Fuck, San Francisco mornings are cold! When I got out of bed I nearly froze my naked ass off. I saw my jeans (with my CK hip briefs inside them, intact) strewn on the floor, exactly where I left them when I took them off last night before passing out. Thank god my ex-boyfriend Trevor was at the bar to take me home.

I pulled on my red shirt and jeans. Couldn't be bothered getting different underwear, so I used the same ones. In my jeans pocket there were 3 phone numbers from 3 different guys I'd met last night. One was a hot 35 year old caterer with a face and body to die for. The other weren't memorable (in fact I don't even remember their names or what they look like). I looked at the 3 numbers & names and couldn't remember who was who. Fuck. Don't tell me I need to call all 3 of them just to get to the caterer guy.

I really want to get to know the caterer... actually, I just really want him. forget the 'get to know' part.