Cub on baby, let it happen tonight.
If I’m going to join the Mile High Club at some point during this roundtrip to WI, I’d best do so before Thanksgiving.
After spending the next four days stuffing mah gut with fatty Midwestern delights, I am sure to be teetering on the brink o’ twink: the only gay weight class that truly suits my frame.
More importantly, as integral as ab definition is to luring a man to the airplane bathroom, after I wrap my legs around his waist I’m going to need all the core strength I can maintain in order to keep him inside such tight quarters –
As my ass.
