#44898 - I slipped into a contented snooze, grinning peacefully to myself, still wet and full of my personal piston, my last thought before drifting off was: While I'm thrilled to still turn a guy's head and what a turn on that still is, when it gets right down to brass tacks, Pete's set the gold standard in cocks. and picked right up where we'd left off. Those times were puntuated with the freak shows we'd given on an AmTrak train to see his mother, the ten minute doggy style bangfest in Trump Tower elevator, servicing my man in the back of a chartered bus on the way home from a church outing, the near-miss hit we both took doin' it on a Macybed in the bedding displays, and three times in a portable stellaruim in a science museum in Queens.