Flashback: Simpler Times

Remember when you could take a gang shower in a jockstrap while a guy takes your picture and prints it in underground physique magazines and you get $10 and you buy a new car with your $10?

I may have gotten the price of a car wrong there. But you could at least have afforded a three piece suit. By which I mean boxer shorts, dress socks and a bow tie. Which is pretty much all you'd need for a fancy night out.

It was simpler only because I like to imagine it like that. But actually jamming that mean looking toy in your ass probably would be complicated. Definitely would involve a lot of preparation, determination and perspiration.

Or just having a hungry asshole. Which is a condition that has stood the test of time. Do you ever wonder when you're out which guys you see have hungry assholes? Answer: all of them.

Now some would want a snack. Some a buffet. But all want something.

For example, I want that hideous rug under the guy with the hideous socks and hideous hair. Dare to dream.

And I want to tell the guy with his hand on his cheek that he looks dreamy and then I want him to say "Aw shucks, thanks" and cum in my mouth 35 minutes later and then I'd say "Aw shucks, thanks" which would make a mess on the floor and then we'd get gay married with a plastic ring that was a prize in a classic Cracker Jack's box. 

Simpler times.