[Buffalo Wild Wing Disappointment]

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And to be truthful, that was the only reason I slept with a little person when I was 22.  And because I wondered if his cock looked like a normal sized cock, for the record it did.  Nor was it because I wanted to see how massive my cock would look like going in and out of his little butt.  For the record he was a top…but that’s another story.

I should be talking about Buffalo Wild Wings, but you have a habit of slipping in casual little asides, which by the way, make your blog ever so interesting, not to mention the entertainment factor. Well your little aside in this instance reminded me how when I was that age I had a thing about finding a black boy. Why? It was something along the lines of wondering what black and white looked like together, or perhaps a simple curiosity about black boys - I did find a nice guy - sort of - that is to say he was engaged with someone else. So all we did together, was talk, c'est la vie!

 

[Day Off...Cleaning...24]

"Polishing something else entirely..." That's also a boy thing!

If I told you about one of the guys I shared an apartment with when I was nineteen, well it might make you wretch. This was beyond slob, way beyond - it was good he never shared a bedroom. Too lazy, or too stoned, maybe both, but when we were having a general clean up, which didn't happen often, we went into his room and what did we find? Quite a few bottles pretty full of a dark brown liquid which wasn't beer or soda or anything drinkable unless you wanted to imbibe your own body fluids. Yuck! We closed the door and left it.