Big Galumphing Boys

BIG BOYS, BASKETBALL, RETROSPECTION

Big, galumphing Phil Gaudet. I like Phil. He kind of reminds me of Paul Ryan. He’s not athletic like Paul, but he has the height and the boyish, soft-spoken charm. I’d like to have a roll in the hay with Phil. Is he gay? Does he know he’s gay? I wonder if he dates women? How about men? I’d like to date him and play with his pee pee. You can’t always tell, but I’m guessing Phil has a big weaner. I’m guessing Phil is the kind of guy I’d want to lie next to in bed and have my way with his big dong. Phil might make a very pleasant bed mate, and I’d like to find out. One of these days, one of us will have to give in and ask the other for a date. One of those guy things: Hey buddy, wanna have a drink after work? Hey buddy, wanna meet me for dinner at Sam Diego’s? And, by the way, that’s a lovely big weaner you got there in them pants. Can I touch it? Mind if I stroke it up and down until you cum all over my hand? Yeah, you can touch mine too. Jack me off in the parking lot of Sam Diego’s.

It’s come to this. I’m a horny old guy who spent most of his life trying to take the high road. And, now I’m wondering why I tried so hard and wishing that I hadn’t. Why did I waste my time? Who did I do it for? Just for me? It wasn’t worth the effort. I made my own choices, as we are wont to do, the good ones and the bad ones, even if only to choose to let others choose for us. Popular, post-modern culture abdicates responsibility and self-determination to be ruled by ambitious others.  I chose to rule myself with an iron will and bear the disappointment of a lonely soul.






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