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Jon Beason Makes Me Sweat and Should Cum Wipe Me Down

anyone remember jon (click here)?
i never forgot.

looooooove to see a man sweat.
especially after a good workout.
usually means he put in some serious work.
ain’t that right jon?

check why this wolf is covered in sweat and some other good bonus materials…

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All The Fine Wolves Go To The Brooklyn Muesum on Saturdays…

I have come to realize that a lot of good looking people live in NY.
A lot are very hood and you just can’t take them anywhere.
Sadly, you won’t know unless they take a bath and clean themselves up for an event.
They all head to the biggest event,
which is on 1st Saturday of every month at the Brooklyn Museum.

Basically the whole museum is open for the general public.
They have a ton of open mini events,
in the parking lot is a huge party,
and best of all: the iCandy is orgasmic.
Everyone puts on their most fashionable looks,
baby oils their body,
vixens get a fresh weave,
and goes to show out.
It NEVER has hoodrats.
They always seem intimidated to attend.
It always attracts the freshest and finest of the city.
Everyone from gay, straight, white, black, latino, asain, college, graduate, professional…
just come together and get along for one night out every month.

(I showed some visuals here here briefly…)

Last weekend,
and a couple weekends to be honest,
I have played hooky for some reason.

I don’t know if it is my mood or the fact I’m “re-inventing”, but I’m not interested.
I don’t know, but I did advise someone to go and I got a nice phone call about it…

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f0x mail: We Slept In The Same Bed Twice. Did I Mention He Was Straight?

FOX MAIL

I love your site and have been a fan of yours now since about February of this year. I love the advice that you give and the responses that you readers make, its not the usual gay agenda type bullshit lol. Anyways I read your post “Don’t Start The Fire If You Can’t Take Your Hose And…” and it resonated with me. This article describes my life to the tee and I hate it. I am 20 about to turn 21 in August and I have no true success stories from my gay relationships and I have been in MANY since 17 and I have yet to have to actually have anal sex I have topped once. Though I believe I am a Hybrid sometimes I exhibit werewolf qualities and it really bothers me that the only people who I really like are my straight male friends that exhibit some sort of unusual interest in me. I mean like they put me on a pedestal over their girlfriend or mama type shit and I don’t pay them any attention. This “straight” guy once told me that he ‘hasn’t cried in a while and the only way he probably would is if me or his mama got shot’ WTF?? I literally just stared at him and didn’t respond

Yet this one guy who has gotten underneath my skin but there are so many red flags. I met him at FAMU while he was dating my female cousin (1st strike). Once he found out that I was gay we became extremely close for some reason and my cousin started to get suspicious and we ended up falling out over a petty argument. He continued to be cool with me while dating my cousin even going so far as to text me at 3 am just to ask me what I was doing. Long story short he and my cousin broke up and he and I fell out.(Strike Number 2)
Fast-forward a year and we reconciled our friendship after breaking up with my cousin he left FAMU, went back to his ex girlfriend and got her pregnant, and now has a gorgeous baby boy (Strike Number 3). Since he was working two jobs to take care of his son he decided that he wasn’t making enough so he enrolled in the army. I also left FAMU this May so there was a chance that we would never see each other again and he wanted to see me before he left and even though I didn’t understand why but I agreed to meet him at our mutual friends house when he got in to town.

We had established that he had somewhere to stay before he came up here. Yet he gets to Tallahassee and he ends up staying with me sleeping in the same… damn… bed with no shirt on and his muscles and tattoos showing. It took a lot of self-control for me to not lose my virginity to him that night. I tried to make him sleep in the couch the next night and he refused and play fought me ending up sleeping in my bed again every night until we left. After I moved back home he started to ignore my texts and I sent him a message asking him “what happened” and he read it instantly and didn’t respond, so I left it alone and pushed past the situation. He left for the Army 2 weeks ago and I cannot stop thinking about him and worrying about him if he’s alright and its scaring me because I NEVER felt this way about a nigga before no matter how rich or good looking I usually never paid a dude more than dust.

Plus I would never want to date him because even though me and the mutual friend aren’t cool anymore, I feel as though it would be fucked up since she was once a “friend”. What should I do in this situation?