house. I had “things” to be concerned about after all. But there was his gun and badge sitting on my dining room table and I just had to touch both. “Wow”, I thought out loud as I took a hit off my bowl, and he walks into the dining room. “You don’t mind if I take a hit”, I asked him, suddenly being concerned about the situation and wanting to be at least semi-responsible. “Naw, I’m off duty”,
he very casually replied with a head cocked grin. What a relief, what a buzz and what a great night. It was so wild. A true fantasy. He had a huge cock, was just so cute, and spent the night, then said “see ya”! No phone numbers exchanged, no promises to “do it again” sometime. Just casual sex. Wow, was that fun! Thank you very much!
“Hey”, I realized out loud, “I’m really gonna like this fuckin’ around
shit.This is VERY fun!!”Since I'm recently single. Let’s see what adventure comes next...
Ok, not always good stories – the next 2 were bad... both of them. That sucked, but then came October of ‘85 (4 different guys – 1 a week, that’s not too bad. Sufficient lust, for me anyway.)