thursday morning, and boy is my back sore – i didn’t bring my air mattress. in previous attendances of lbw when i was a single man, i never used an air mattress – that was only a bow to my bedmates. i love feeling the grounding effect of laying upon the earth. it energizes me like little else does. i guess, that the 37 year old body i inhabit has other ideas, so i borrowed a spare mattress from chuck and gordon.
i was getting into quite the little funk, obsessing over the men that i couldn’t have, and bringing myself down. after dinner, which went well, i sat down and was sulking when i decided to ask daddy-earl how he picks up on guys. that started this long ass-kicking that earl and david howe gave me on feeling sorry for my self, and how it doesn’t matter if a guy isn’t attracted to me, and that men are turned on by confidence, so get out there and rock that town.
truly, it was just what i needed. i know i’m reasonably handsome, can be charming upon demand, and such, so i put on my red wing boots, my come-fuck-me white shorts, and this year’s fiesta t-shirt and headed into town.
i walked into the russian river eagle like i owned the place, took one look at the place and turned on my heels, saying how tired it was. across the street, i saw
i dropped henry off at his princess parking, and headed back to the bunkhouse for some delightful dancing and such. the dj was pumping out some fun 80′s music, so i got on the dance floor, and for the next hour, danced my ass off by myself. there was no one else on the floor but me.
well, i got all sweaty and such, so i took a walk out to the trails down by the river, where i met a guy who i totally daddied out for, pinching the hell out of his nipples and shoving my hard dripping dick down his throat. after that, i met a guy from seattle who had the most enormous dick i’d sucked in about 15 years. what a herculean effort, getting this guy off – i worked his tool for about an hour, and i was rewarded for my efforts with his sweet sticky sauce. delicious.
i floated back to the willows, and had left my funk far far behind me.
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