Death of a Boytoy

The problem? I ain't getting enough! (It's flat-out addicting, y'all!)

I already have a boy toy, y'all, and he really is gorgeous, funny, charming, great in bed, well-hung (I saw that thread, LMAO), and is totally respectful of Mr. Web and our relationship. He is pretty much perfect in every way except one: he travels and is pretty much gone all the damn time. When we do get to play, it's awesome, but I think I'd like to have it a little more frequently.
OK, OK, I would like to have it a lot more frequently (LOL). What can I say? I'm a freak! So I am actively looking for another boy toy . . . or toys. Which brings me to my second problem: we are in the middle of freaking nowhere in the freaking Bible belt!

What is a horny (but fairly picky) chick to do? I think I'm screwed (or not screwed in this case).

Any suggestions, comments, and just plain ol' sympathy will be welcome (LOL).