dress up

I wouldnt go so far as to say that I miss Michael, but maybe instead that I occassionally notice that he is gone. Over the past 2 1/2 years I have the blessing of being able to try on Michael's freshly ironed, individually hung, Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirts while he was busy at work or toiling in the library. It was not uncommon for me to throw on one of these specimins of fashion and disregard my soiled corderoys in exchange for a half-naked T.A.T.U dance party. However, now I am in a bit of conundrum...until today. As some of you may or may not know Michael has disappeared. Rumor has it he is: a.) in the library b.) dead c.) dead in the library d.) actually still here, but unnoticed e.) in Spain (highly doubtful)...this situation has led to Adam and I acquirring a new roommate and with a new roommate comes new clothes to try on! Once I realized that our new roommate is a 24 year old professional woman, I though that my afternoon man dances had come to an end, but to my surprise they are now even better!! Seeing as how my GF wears nothing but grannie panties I have been unable to expand my horizons to less prudish under garments. But now I feel like Christopher Columbus!!! I have discovered a whole new world of g-strings, boy shorts, thongs, and stillettos!!! Without going into detail, lets just say T.A.T.U has never sounded so sweet and I have never danced so naughty!!!

Meatspinning away,


Gotty

PS Dipping the fleshy sac that once contained my testicles in hot marinera sauce did nothing to help my balls re-drop and only made for a very messy Italian meal on Valentines day...

SURPRISE!!!


As you all may have noticed, Boston has become quite the winter wonderland of sorts. The gentle beauty has made each passing day a glorious memory of which I keep nestled in the realms of my loins. The loveliness of the days juxtapose the horrors of the nights. This eminent cold front has reaked havoc on my love life. Not to say that it has effected the libido of my lover nor I, but the frost has sent my testicles in retreat to the upper regions of my groin. The perma-shrinkage that I've been cursed with is miserable as my private areas resemble that of a transexual mid-op. Though I used to regularly put on some blush and tuck my sac back, this handicap has prevented me of having the option of doing so. The combination of a manscaping accident (term I used to describe trimming my mane of pubic hair) has left my genetals resembling that of a 5 year old boy (dont ask how know, thats another blog...). I guess this entry is more an inquiry to a solution to my problem than an actual statement. If anyone with any prior experience with undescended testicles could forward their story to my email address it would be greatly appreciated by both the GF and I.


I await your response,


Gotty

Don't Tell Rochelle

I was almost as excited as Wendy was in this picture when I woke up today. Waking up next to her is like waking up to a pile of gold, except gold wouldnt be near as pretty or warm. Rochelle is nice, but no where near as loving. She makes me feel like a real man when she takes her dentures out and hums The Band's "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" and pleasures me. All i can think is, Laaaa la la la lala, lala, laaa la la la la la. i would encourage all of you to get an older woman to teach you how to love.

Today was adventurous:
I woke up in my girlfriends bed to her roommate looking at me with an alarming stare. I soon realized that my 4 inch penis was in full morning wood. It was like a fucking maple tree budding in spring. "eww gross she said" and i laughed in her face and told her to shut the fuck up. My girl came and told me that my breakfast was ready. Damn straight, i thought, i have trained this one well. After breakfast a wondered around the house in my boxers. After everyone left i went looking in the other roommates pantie drawers and seeing if i could find any of there dildos. I drank a few of there beers and then went home. I found to my delight that my roommates had got the cable hooked up so i took my clothes off and grabed a blanket. My ass started to sweat on the leather and monter truck show came on the discovery channel... I was in Heaven. Then i ate some food and now im going to a hockey game. Man today was a great day. Thats all for now... ill let you know how the game was when i get home tonight. tata

i hate doing laundry, so sometimes i steal my gf's. But they were really tight so i took them off after a few mins and free-balled it for the rest of the night

Me and pops

finances

Rent at South St...........ask Adam
Electric bill....................ask Adam
Food for a month.........ask Greg, Kyle, Adam, Rochelle, Michael,
Beer...............................ask Greg, Adam, Kyle
Condoms.......................ask Rochelle
Northface Jacket.........ask Adam
Cable bill.......................ask Kyle & Greg
Being able to sit around, watch movies, get drunk, eat food, have sex, never go to the gym, never worry................priceless

don't tell michael

it was last spring when i first realized it, but during one of my passionate love sessions with my mistress, i realized that michael, who was snoring before we started, had changed position and was quiet. it didnt really bother me until i noticed it again two nights later. after careful thought and deliberation i came to the conclusion that he was watching! instead of being disturbed or upset, i was arrosed. as my little smokey sprung to life i begged my gf for sex later that night, and believe me, i put on a show. wearing nothing but womans underwear, i climbed to the top of my desk and began singing Tatu's, 'All the sings she said' in fluent Russian. From there we got into a series of Cincinatti Bow-ties and rusty trumbones, all with excessive screaming and moaning. When we had finally exhausted each other (4 minutes later) I felt like a sexual God. Thanks to Michael, my sexlife has new meaning and passion, that without, I would still be servicing myself after each intercourse.

Thoughtfully,
Gotty

PS I routinely hide my used condoms in Michaels pockets, drawers, bed, etc...

gay? fine by me...i think

Stop me if I sound redundent, but I feel as if I do my finest thinking as I slowly regain consciousness after a fine night of drinking. Is it the dehydration? Maybe. Is it the confusion from blacking out? Possibly. Most of all, however, I feel it was the gentle finger strokes of the burly Brazilain/Hispanic/Latino (all I know is he resemble Enrique, see for yourself...) male on the small of my back. At first I was opposed to the proposition my girl friend presented, another man in bed, but after 3 1/2 wine coolers/Zima's I had a hard time refusing. The details have become some what of a blur, but I'll do my best to relay the details that still constitute my dreams: sand paper, 'Chocolate Thunder', Adam's defense stick, 7 clementines, 1 litre olive oil, Greg's bed, and Brians smile. Though the complete antics of the night before are clouded in an alcohol induced faze, it was the gentle, dry handjob as I awoke that made me realize how special it was to be held by a man. I've kept the GF around, but I've also kept my latin lovers phone number as well...we'll just have to see what happens next time I get my hands on a 6 pack of Mike's Hard and 'Chocolate Thunder'...

Warm Regards =P
Gotty

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