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.

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Still – I look forward to touching the figurative stove and finding out just how hot indecent exposure is, myself.

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Any sex partner of my roommate or I need never worry about reigning in their roar when fucking in our house. We’re not voyeurs or exhibitionists. No. We’re not so deprived

that we must propel ourselves to the brink in sync with the sounds of the other on another. Gawd. It is 2010. We do have the Internet. As well as an understanding.

Hit it if you can get it.

Self-sacrificing though we may be, this benevolence does not extend unto those outside of our apartment. The human neighbors, sure. That’s funny. The ever-expanding clowder of alley cats mounting each other between our walk up and the matching complex? Not so much.

Sometimes it’s jealousy. Mostly it’s discomfort. Especially if their chorus screeches through the window while I’m harmonizing with myself.

I mean, HELLOOO. I’m a gay man. To us, pussy is supposed to be rev – oh – oh – OH – lting.

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