It was 2 o'clock Sunday morning. I leaned against the Silver Bullet (the old Chevy Cavalier that I inherited from my grandmother) puking up cheeseburger, Rolling Rock, and the cum of the anonymous financial advisor from Phoenix I'd just blown at the Cherry Creek Marriott.
All I had wanted when I came home sweaty and horny from the gym, was a quick hookup to suck some cock, and maybe get laid - I'm 60/40 straight/gay bi, but when I go with doods, I'm a total bottom. Instead I ended
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