#smithopen

[americanxsin]

open to tops (entitled rich ceo type man or entitled instagram boy or anyone with a sense of entitlement) 

Smith’s eyes narrowed at the man that had cornered him in the bathroom. What was it about events like this that always lead to some guy who thought he knew what Smith was about following him around all night? Smith eyed the imported Italian marble tile that covered the floor, standing pensively at the urinal, feeling eyes on him. Situations like this required a buffer urinal, but the other man had obviously not gotten the memo, standing right next to him as they both held their dicks. Smith sighed, Texas accent clear in the sound, his eyes shooting down to his own pee shy cock, unable to go with the other man so close to him. 

[americanxsin]

open to m, preferably older doms

The event was boring. The events were always boring, but the booze was always free and flowing and the bartender wasn’t half bad. Smith had been stuffing his tip jar all night, making big puppy dog eyes as his father rubbed elbows with the other big Texas business owners, the politicians, the other 1%ers. Smith was just there for the old women to get their panties wet over, coming up to him, commenting on just how much he had grown, about how their husband and them knew him when he was just a bundle of fat and a tuft of blonde hair. And they’d hung him a little too long, all bone and loose skin, and they all spelled like Elizabeth Taylor’s White Diamonds powder, and they all wore giant fabulous rings, and Smith was bored of forcing conversation with them. No one here wanted to talk about queer politics or CrossFit or Britney Spears. No one here could keep his interest besides the bartender: all muscles and salt and pepper hair everywhere. And that’s why he waited a couple minutes when the man slipped away to the bathroom, slipping in behind him, locking the door behind them both, and watching the man’s back as he heard the tell-tale hit of urine to toilet water. He leaned against the doorframe, but being a gentleman and not peeking.... yet. 

[americanxsin]

open to m

The workout hadn’t been hard, Smith hadn’t pushed himself, he hadn’t bothered. He had a half assed leg day, and called it a day. The whole reason he had even came to the gym really was to enjoy the luxury steam room. It was a Monday, and most Mondays he had to himself, so he could sprawl out, completely naked on the warm wood and suck up the smooth vapors of primo California grown Purple Thunderfuck, his current marijuana obsession. And that plan had been magic so far, he had managed to get himself space cadenty out of his head, and he wasn’t coming down anytime soon.