I must say I'm actually a little anxious about plans made for my Birthday tomorrow (May 5th). Of course, I fully understand that with the entire world stricken with plague there might be a lot more out there to be concerned about. Maybe I've been in my cage for too long. That the cage happens to be my parents 7-million-dollar estate in Coral Gables, Fl. means at least my suffering hasn't been too severe. Far from it. In fact, I feel pretty fucking guilty at the moment to have lucked out so well. I'm home alone, practically in paradise with a 6/7-bedroom canal situated/ocean view pad with a very large home gym and home cinema to boot. My mother's staff has been making me friggin CRAZY however as they are constantly wanting to make sure they are keeping things up - the way she would want it. Sometimes I have this gut level fear that my mom might be a real bitch when I'm not around. The reason I get so annoyed is that work has been - well actually fucking WORK for the last month. I'm continually having to get my ass up at 3:00 or 4:00 am to get on the firm's own ridiculous version of Zoom to calm down some client in the Far East.
Needless to say, I've been working out like a mother just to keep from completely losing it. I've by now met a number of neighbors on my daily jogs (most very nice already retired couples in their 50s, some only in their even 40s). They seem to know who I might be right away, either because I look so much like my dad or because the ladies are all gossiping about my horsecock over bridge. But speaking of which I did notice a gradual increase in frequency of house lights going on and off every time I got out of the pool after my late-night nude swims. That is something I don't do every night thought. And sometimes I would make the swim even later (especially on the weekends). But I'd still note a flurry of activity. In spite of all this no one has tried to contact me in any way that I'm aware of.
I did however (about 10 days ago) get to me the young couple that owns the house/estate and sailboat almost directly across the canal from us. I was taking a brief tanning session out by the pool (which I almost never do) and they came out and started doing some work on their sailboat: a magnificent 55' black Beneteau. They called out to me asking me which one of the sons I was? They seemed REALLY nice and friendly for the neighborhood, especially given the fact that both are (and I just need to say this right now) pretty stunning physical specimens. You would expect them both to be personal trainers if it wasn't for the fact I know that the guy is basically a trust fund stud (from a Texas father in Natural Gas) according to Dad. Anyway, the guy (Caleb) is 32 and she (Bethany) is 28. They had me over for cocktails and I had them over for dinner (had to show off the personal chef). They may have the sailboat, but in the battle of the jaw dropping cribs I think I won (thanks again dad!) -no contest. In just a week the two have gotten so curious about me it's made me a little nervous. Both are really very cool, pretty god damn dynamic people (and I thought I already knew all there was to know about A gamers) and really eager to get to know me better. Bethany is just so damn beautiful that Caleb (seriously) seems to be popping semi-boners almost constantly. He clearly is packing some major meat, but I don't expect he has anywhere near what I have.
When I mentioned at some point that my Bday was May 5th they said we absolutely HAD to go out on the sailboat. Fortunately, you can launch boats in Miami if they're tied at your own personal docks. They say they've had the boat out twice already since the lockdown. So, I'll just see what tomorrow brings. My family has already sent some actual presents -just in case it rains tomorrow or something (not likely).
Needless to say, I've been working out like a mother just to keep from completely losing it. I've by now met a number of neighbors on my daily jogs (most very nice already retired couples in their 50s, some only in their even 40s). They seem to know who I might be right away, either because I look so much like my dad or because the ladies are all gossiping about my horsecock over bridge. But speaking of which I did notice a gradual increase in frequency of house lights going on and off every time I got out of the pool after my late-night nude swims. That is something I don't do every night thought. And sometimes I would make the swim even later (especially on the weekends). But I'd still note a flurry of activity. In spite of all this no one has tried to contact me in any way that I'm aware of.
I did however (about 10 days ago) get to me the young couple that owns the house/estate and sailboat almost directly across the canal from us. I was taking a brief tanning session out by the pool (which I almost never do) and they came out and started doing some work on their sailboat: a magnificent 55' black Beneteau. They called out to me asking me which one of the sons I was? They seemed REALLY nice and friendly for the neighborhood, especially given the fact that both are (and I just need to say this right now) pretty stunning physical specimens. You would expect them both to be personal trainers if it wasn't for the fact I know that the guy is basically a trust fund stud (from a Texas father in Natural Gas) according to Dad. Anyway, the guy (Caleb) is 32 and she (Bethany) is 28. They had me over for cocktails and I had them over for dinner (had to show off the personal chef). They may have the sailboat, but in the battle of the jaw dropping cribs I think I won (thanks again dad!) -no contest. In just a week the two have gotten so curious about me it's made me a little nervous. Both are really very cool, pretty god damn dynamic people (and I thought I already knew all there was to know about A gamers) and really eager to get to know me better. Bethany is just so damn beautiful that Caleb (seriously) seems to be popping semi-boners almost constantly. He clearly is packing some major meat, but I don't expect he has anywhere near what I have.
When I mentioned at some point that my Bday was May 5th they said we absolutely HAD to go out on the sailboat. Fortunately, you can launch boats in Miami if they're tied at your own personal docks. They say they've had the boat out twice already since the lockdown. So, I'll just see what tomorrow brings. My family has already sent some actual presents -just in case it rains tomorrow or something (not likely).