Trainer update. I got cock blocked again yesterday. No tra..

Trainer update. I got cock blocked again yesterday. No trainer dick. Not in my mouth, and not in my box. Fuck. I may have to give up on this one. I really like the idea of fucking my trainer, but this is getting frustrating. You don't have to slap me in the face to see the big picture. Every time I show up, his wife shows up. This can not be a coincidence. He sends me mixed signals, and the game is getting tiring. He's a great trainer. My mind says let's just stick to the training, my box says, "fuck that, no really, you need to fuck that." I like my box's advice better. Did you ever get a fantasy that screams at you to make it happen? That's where I'm at right now. If I had balls, they would be blue. Something is up. He must be mentioning something to his chick. She wouldn't be there. It's obvious she doesn't like me. Plus, there is another chick in there as well, and those two are friends, so she probably gets a detailed report when she isn't there. Look, I just want a dick in my mouth. That's it. One, long, hard, trainer dick pointing at me. Just stick it in my mouth. I'll do the rest. You can have him back, I don't want him. I just want his dick. I promise he will be a happy man when he gets home. I'm doing everyone a favor, and it's a win-win. I have traveled the country in my RV's. I have had quite a few from class A buses to Cousin Eddie National Lampoon Rv's. I do conventions, travel from city to city, see fans, all that good stuff. I love my RV's. Right now, I have been denied that fun because of COVID. I would like to get out there and cross the country...It beats the crap out of flying in a bacteria tube. I don't goof around anymore. When I go, I take my 42 foot home away from home and just take my time. I get some excellent videos and pics as well. I do a lot of "Shut Up & Fuck" videos while I'm traveling. I have a fifth wheel right now, and the only thing I really don't like is the damn tires. It seems impossible to get good trailer tires that don't explode and take half of the trailer with it. Here is a video of it. Who knows, maybe one day you will see me cruising down the highway in it! I get a lot of correspondence in which the whole point is to show me the error of my ways. Look, I like to fuck. I'm not an addict. I can go without getting off no problems. I don't see why I would need to do that, but if need be, no issues. I understand. The thought of me sipping cum from a dick upsets some folks. If I make out with a girls pussy, that riles up a whole other group. The more you bring up your discomfort with my sexual activities, the less I care. The less I care, the happier I am. I don't follow the Masses because a lot of times, the M is silent. Sex with one person for eternity may be your thing. I'm afraid I have to disagree but respect your right to be stupid. I am just saying here. The weekend is here. I live on what is basically an island, you have to cross a bridge to get to it, and maybe 200 yards from the beach. Today looks like a beautiful sunny day. The town and all the hotels/motels are full. They have been all season. They don't care about COVID 19 much, which I have mixed opinions about. Nor do they care about the storm. It's hot out, my grass needs mowing, and the humidity is high enough you can almost swim in it. It's just another typical day in Daytona Beach. Tomorrow that should change with a storm heading this way. I can't even pronounce the name much less spell it. The wind will blow, palm fronds will fall, crap will blow in my yard because someone in the neighborhood won't tie their trash can down. My 1947 block house will stand like a champ like it has so many times before. So will everyone else's blockhouse. The few people with recently built stick houses take a gamble. I have four generators, eight 5 gallon cans that are always full. I am one of the shockingly few people who spend the $500 a year on flood insurance. I don't want taxpayers footing my bill because I was too stupid to understand how close I live to a massive, unpredictable body of water. This is a predicted category one storm. That is not something to run from. Unless it's a category 4 or 5, I don't bother worrying about leaving. I don't live in a large town. If I want to go inland at the last moment, across the bridge I go, traffic won't stop me or slow me down. I rather like storms. They give me a thrill, let , I know I'm alive, and if the planet wants me gone, it will send me packing. If you want to know the truth as to why people don't run from these storms, it's because they want the thrill of riding it out. It's a gamble, the odds are in your favor, but there is always that chance you will lose. It's a badge of honor around here. That is the truth. I know people who would ride a cat 5 out to rub it in the faces of those who ran if they survive to do so. That is if they survive. I think that's like hunting a shark with a fork, never a good idea. Anyway, I will be here, if anything cool happens, I'll try and get pictures. Catch you all in a bit, gotta mow the lawn, the grass is starting to tickle my lips..which really isn't a bad thing! Love ya Brooke