A friend of mine recommended that I check out the Deadpool movie he was watching on Netflix. Man, what a ride! The character is full of that edgy humor and hilarious gags, not to mention the rampant sexuality throughout. Honestly, I found myself wishing for some of that crazy sex life like in the film. The scene where Wade Wilson and his girlfriend Vanessa are going at it through a year of holidays? Definitely one of the highlights! But I was a bit taken aback by how quickly Wade tapped out during that one scene where Vanessa took him from behind on International Women’s Day. I mean, what was going on there? Still, I can’t deny it was hot seeing Ryan bent over with her behind him. It definitely got my heart racing! This movie is a wild mix of laughs and steamy moments, and I’m all here for it!

I’ve been wondering lately—do actors and actresses really get naked in movies, or is there some trick to make their clothes invisible? After a movie came out and people started buzzing about a specific scene, an image leaked online showing how they actually filmed it. It got me thinking, though—are these scenes considered pornography? I mean, there have been full frontal shots where you see everything, and honestly, they’re pretty damn hot. I find myself getting pretty horny watching them.
I imagine these scenes take dozens of takes spread over hours to get right. Walking around naked on a cold or overheating set with a bunch of filmmakers around doesn’t sound practical or pleasant at all. And what about boners? Do they apologize to the female performers if they get one? Is it worse to not be hard or to be hard? It’s all so fascinating and a bit confusing, but man, those scenes are something else!

Today I was thinking about all my friends and their body hair. pretty much all my friends are getting hairy now. Like, armpit hair, leg hair, and (this is kinda awkward to write) about 3/4 of us have pubes already. Only a couple guys are still totally smooth. Crazy how fast things change – just last year in grade 7, we were all basically hairless.
I first saw hairs on myself when I was almost 12. But the ones that really bother me? These stupid little dark hairs on my upper lip. I’m paranoid someone will notice them. Been thinking about shaving them off – my friend Raj swears by this cheap hair removal cream from the drugstore that actually works.
But here’s what freaks me out: everyone says if you start shaving, the hair grows back thicker. Is that true? I don’t want to end up with a gross mustache. I have to keep shaving forever. Maybe I should just leave it!!??

So, it’s been a weird week. I had this proper streak of wet dreams about a week ago, but nothing since then. Typically, I’d say I get about 2-3 of them each week, especially after the 7th day or so. It’s odd how it can just happen, like I’ll be going about my day—doing work or chilling—and then bam! No erection or anything, it just sneaks up on me. I guess my tank is just too full or something.

The amount varies, too. Sometimes it’s just enough to leave my tip a little wet, and other times, I end up with proper stains in my boxers. At least I know it’s a normal thing, but now I’m kind of stressed. We have a vacation coming up in a few days, and we’ll be sleeping together in a hotel room or tents. What if it happens then? Ugh, I can’t help but worry!

What a day! After hours of driving, we finally pulled into a hotel late at night, desperate for a room. The light outside was blaring, shining in like it was noon and those curtains were just not doing their job. But honestly, we were too wiped out to think about finding another place, so we just signed in and crashed. With the curtain drawn, it wasn’t too bad, and before long, we were both out like lights.
I have no clue how much time passed, but I woke up to the sound of cars in the parking lot. I made my way to the bathroom, and on my way back, I couldn’t help myself—I peeked out the window and opened the drapes just a bit. That security light was a killer, casting a beam across the bed where Sam was sprawled out, still deep in dreamland. It was like a sign from the universe, and I couldn’t resist the urge for a little fun. I quickly shut the drapes again, then tiptoed over to the bed. With a teasing grin, I pulled the covers off Sam, who was, of course, completely naked as usual. What a night!

You know those mornings when you wake up with a boner? Yeah, I had one of those today. It’s gotta be one of the most normal things for a guy, right? But man, I was caught off guard when someone walked in on me while I was still sleeping. Picture this: I’m just lying there, cozy under the covers, and bam! There’s my little tent pitched up, thanks to my usual boxers. Talk about an embarrassing moment! I could practically feel the heat rising in my cheeks when they came in to wake me up. Have you ever been in a situation like that? Like, at a sleepover when everyone’s just chilling, and someone sees it? It’s awkward and funny all at once. Gotta loves those moments, right?

So, after our trip, we made it back to the hotel and ended up lounging around in just our underwear since all our clothes were tossed in the wash. Kavin, my best friend, was chilling there with me. I mean, this guy is a beast—football player with a rock-solid body and honestly, he’s ridiculously handsome. We’re super comfortable with each other, so walking around the hotel in the buff isn’t a big deal for us, especially at night when we make those mad dashes to the bathroom or raid the fridge for late-night snacks.

Yeah, we’ve seen each other naked a few times, and while I try to avoid staring—don’t want to get caught ogling him—it’s tough not to glance. He’s got that whole attractive vibe going on, and sometimes, I just can’t help but look. It’s wild how easy it is to forget about clothes when you’re just hanging out with someone you trust.

I still can’t wrap my head around why I said yes to it. Sleeping naked with anyone was a total first for me, and sharing that experience with another guy? That felt even weirder. But we were in a hotel room, just the two of us, and we’ve been best friends for ages, so it didn’t seem like such a big deal when Jake decided to go all in and sleep naked that night.

We got ready for bed, climbed under the covers, and I flipped on the TV for a bit. We chatted about everything that had happened during the day—just the usual back-and-forth that felt so easy between us. Before I knew it, I was drifting off, only in my underwear. It’s funny how things change; I never used to sleep like that. But as we grew closer, it just became this natural thing. Honestly, there wasn’t much we hadn’t seen at this point. It felt like a whole new chapter, and I wasn’t sure where it might lead.