gay? fine by me...i think

Stop me if I sound redundent, but I feel as if I do my finest thinking as I slowly regain consciousness after a fine night of drinking. Is it the dehydration? Maybe. Is it the confusion from blacking out? Possibly. Most of all, however, I feel it was the gentle finger strokes of the burly Brazilain/Hispanic/Latino (all I know is he resemble Enrique, see for yourself...) male on the small of my back. At first I was opposed to the proposition my girl friend presented, another man in bed, but after 3 1/2 wine coolers/Zima's I had a hard time refusing. The details have become some what of a blur, but I'll do my best to relay the details that still constitute my dreams: sand paper, 'Chocolate Thunder', Adam's defense stick, 7 clementines, 1 litre olive oil, Greg's bed, and Brians smile. Though the complete antics of the night before are clouded in an alcohol induced faze, it was the gentle, dry handjob as I awoke that made me realize how special it was to be held by a man. I've kept the GF around, but I've also kept my latin lovers phone number as well...we'll just have to see what happens next time I get my hands on a 6 pack of Mike's Hard and 'Chocolate Thunder'...

Warm Regards =P
Gotty