Heat
Tuesday, July 24th, 2007So Enrique’s hitting Florida to find hot models. I’d wish him well, but that’s like hoping a kid gets what he wants with a free pass to a candy store in his pocket. In other words, I think he’ll do just fine.

Truth is, I miss the Florida guys. It’s hot down there, y’all, so shirts and a lot else comes off pretty fast. And, with that steamy weather, even the straightest guys feel the need to strip off and get what they can. There was a video arcade in West Palm Beach I remember (I was there doing research. That’s right - research). A skinny guy came down the aisle, scoping out those of us wanking - sorry, doing research - in our open booths before taking his seat at the only ‘room’ available. Where he proceeded to watch his chick-on-chick vid and haul out what had to be an eleven-inch cock.

Did he know he was driving us crazy? I think he must have, as we waved hard dick behind him, drooling. Then he’d make a show of being all pissed off and try to shove that monster back in his pants. Until we left: then, he’d look around, wondering where his fans went…
Gotta go. Must check airlines, catch a flight.
- Jack X, a Florida boy still



