The Great Cock Hunt: September 2006.
Perfect, I thought, big, strong and dumb: I could fall in love. But not that perfect: he was in Brooklyn too. I didn’t know what was up with the apparent shortage of horny straight dudes in Manhattan, but it seemed like if I wanted any straight cock I’d have to drag my ass to Southeast Asia (the geographical equivalent to Brooklyn if you live in Manhattan). If I was going to do that, I needed to make it worth my while: I had a smarmy idea.
I actually think Brooklyn is very cute but I definitely feel that when dealing with a trick, random meeting, coffee... there is no way I am going to sit on the subway for 45 minutes to get coffee, dick, and debatable love.
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