Spring is springing and a young gays loins turn to thoughts of filth...
I can feel that usual hunger beginning to rise in my manparts. A feeling which usually only precedes a sense of vague disappointment as I realise that the flesh is willing but the opportunity is weak.
See I hate being one of those perennial singletons who constantly harks on about how much more shiny their life would be if they had a somebody to share it with. Nearly all of the people I know who are in relationships seem to have nothing but trouble with them and I'm not keen to jump aboard that particular bandwagon. I can manage to have trouble without a partner to prompt it.
Look. Ok. The dirty truth is I just need some skin-on-skin action. I'm not gonna kid ya that I'm looking for the one when at the moment I feel like I might need two or three to satisfy this itch.
They (whoever they are) say that the gays are a promiscuous lot and in theory I think I agree. In theory simply because my desire to be promiscuous remains at this moment simply a theoretical concept yet to be taken out onto the streets for practice.
To my mind the main advantage of having a regular partner is that it means saving yourself the bother of going out every weekend looking for sex. Why have a dishwasher and wash your own plates? Yeah I think you know where I'm going with this....
I thought when I left my teens I'd leave behind the constant juvenile hunger for sex but it seems the hunger has followed me across the decades. My hands are down my pants as much now as they ever were. 31 going on 13?
I wonder if I could be like the Catholic priesthood and focus my thoughts on higher pursuits?
You know now that I think about it Catholic Priests are hot....
Mmmm Sacrilicious.
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