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This is what I look like when I’m in fighting (and fucking) shape.

For 10 and 8 years, respectively, I had two tops who I’d see anywhere from once a month to a couple of times a week.

There was The Architect.>>

Total Daddy. Marlboro man come to life. For more than 10 years, it was always the same routine. He’d bring out a joint, we’d get high, I’d play with him for about 15 minutes, then blow him for 20-30. All he had to do was touch my ass and his cock became granite. He’d finger me. Then after he was rock hard from getting mouth worshipped for a half hour and watching my jockstrapped ass bent over in front of him we’d fuck. For over an hour. He always came at least twice. Went from slow and sensual to aggressive pounding. It was the same thing every time but different every time. Maybe once or twice it wasn’t great. The other couple hundred, off the charts hot.

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And then there was The King.>>

Aka the Master, the Rapist, Pretty Poison, The Bad Man. He had me practically enslaved. Probably a sociopath. Definitely a narcissist. Didn’t matter I did anything he wanted me to do and if I didn’t, he’d force me and while I’d yell and cry and whimper, it was fine with me.

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It took me forever to get away from The Bad Man.
But finally over a year ago I was able to break free.

Covid started and I was seeing Architect as much as four times a week.
Then he didn’t text me back for a couple of days and I thought the worst.
But when a woman answered his phone when I called, I knew before she even told me.
He was in perfect health but died of a sudden heart attack in his sleep.

So if you’ve done the math, you’ve figured out I haven’t had sex since the first week of June. I wasn’t suicidal or anything, but I’d never lost a lover before so it sucked. Covid didn’t help. Neither did the tres leches HEB carried that I ate one a week for months. Haven’t worked out. Nothing.

So I’m totally on board to come but I’m not gonna go into a house full of hunks with a gut. But YOU (god bless you you sexy kind motherfucker) have done what nobody else could: you’ve brought back something I was a little afraid might have been gone forever.

Is that tragic or what?

So if you’ve done the math, you’ve figured out I haven’t had sex since the first week of June. I wasn’t suicidal or anything, but I’d never lost a lover before so it sucked. Covid didn’t help. Neither did the tres leches HEB carried that I ate one a week for months. Haven’t worked out. Nothing.

Thank you, man. I know this is more than you EVER thought you were getting yourself into when you hit me back. But I just have to be honest. You’ve given me the motivation to get in shape, get back in the game, and move on from what’s been a too-long season of sadness.

So your invite is a fucking godsend. I’ve been on line and I just look and vanish. Nobody’s been able to shake me out of my blues to work out, to fuck, to stop eating candy like there’s no tomorrow. And it sucks because I’m a prime bottom fuck and I’m too young to go celibate.

Now if I haven’t totally freaked you out with all this oversharing and honesty, shoot me an email with some kind of reply (or text me at 713-828-5252) that says you get it, you understand, and I’m not making an idiot of myself. And I’m gonna be real honest here too: I don’t know who’s going to miss out more tonight. Me for not being your bottom boy. Or you guys for not getting the best head of your life and one of the best pieces of ass in this whole town.

You are a superhero today, man. I owe you a grade A fuck and a bottle of Grey Goose.

So get back and me, let me know if I can still buy those tokens. And tell me if I can use them in 8-9 weeks when you guys meet again.

And you guys will get to deflower a born again virgin. And receive an entire year’s worth of pent up sexual energy.

Seriously, Cody. Thank you. I feel more alive today than I have in a long, long time. And hopeful.

And that’s saying a lot because just yesterday I found out my big project just leapt its first hurdle. And not even the possibility of returning to television did what you did for me today.

Yours,
Ste7en