Today’s trail find…love these thick, young cocks I’ve been finding lately. I’m wearing the jock strap of another guy I met cruising (still smells like him).
“I looked between my legs and saw his chin moving to work the act into what it was, what it always has been: a kind of mercy. To be clean again. To be good again... To be reclaimed by that want, to be baptized by its pure need. That's what I was.†â