Well, I got my lines crossed and showed up at Mack for a non-existent Cockpit Party last Saturday night. I had planned to fuck my brains out, get tested for STDs, go home and lay off sex until the results come in...a week or so. There was no party...I obviously messed up on the date...but the guys from the City Health Clinic were there and eventually we went through the testing routine. There wasn't much going on at Mack besides the other couple of guys getting tested, a couple of trolls lingering in the shadows and a single silver daddy decked out in full leather gear. Leather daddy and I connected (there was nothing else goin') mostly because his dick, long and slender, was sticking out, viagra-fueled and ready to go. I immediately went down on him and confirmed the readiness of fuckstick, and before too long, I was on the bench taking his prod delivered in forceful, steady strokes. One of my peeves about Mack is that it's uncomfortable if you're 'nekkid'...it's a place to have sex with your clothes on. So while my butthole was getting worked over in a very superior way, my knees on the bench were annoyingly on my mind. I moved the action to the sling where dad fucked my ass nice and rough, with a constant pounding, he could keep goin' at length, without losing a beat...his dick was just right for my ass...it was long but not thick, and it was rockhard the whole time. I love slings but I wanted to get the feel of his fuckstick up my ass doggystyle....so I took him to the bunks upstairs and let him fuck me again, and again, but then I had to call it quits, since my appointment for my test was promptly at 930.
When I told him why we had to take a break, he responded, 'Well, I'm negative in every way.'
That earned him a second round of fucking after the STD test. I believe him, he's a mature guy who wears glasses and with a full head of white hair, maybe prematurely so but I doubt it. And this very good fuck did wrap up what could have been a disastrously dull night. If the tests turn up anything, then I'll have to go on a medication sabattical which means this might be the conclusion of my sex life for this year. Leather daddy says that he doesn't use the websites to hook up...his sex life revolves around Mack, especially on Tuesdays, which is Leather Night. Well, this might be a bit of useful information, especially if he's there. My attitude regarding Mack remains the same: SF needs better, and it's mostly about design and layout...the staff there, the music, the services have always been great. So, thanks for a good fuck at Mack...but not sure about the next time.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
STD's and the Fuckbuddy System
I'm sitting here writing this with a load of hot pozcum percolating in my butthole. In a while, I'll be able to shit it out and add it to my collection stored in the fridge. This load comes courtesy of a fuckbud whom I call Capt. Hook the Butt Pirate of the Caribbean because of the angularity of his equipment and his place of national origin, although he's also a sophisticated New Yorker and now a San Franciscan. He's a professional and we fuck during his lunch hour, as his place of work is just a short walk away. I really love this guy, as a person and as a sex partner, and he's very important. All fuckbuds are. I'll explain.
Tomorrow there's the Cockpit Party at the Mack sexclub on Folsom St. and Gehno and the guys arranged with the County health dept. for STD testing. This is a wonderful and greatly appreciated function...although not unique...the Berkeley Men's Health organization conducts similar services the the Steamworks.
But you know, your fuckbuddies are also good sources regarding your STD status. If something comes up, they'll tell you right away...and not only will you go and get tested, but you'll (assuming you are a mensch and of course you are) stop having sex until the issue is resolved. Relying entirely on your fuckbuds could lead to a false sense of security, but I don't think so...we're all adults. It's as good a buddy system as any.
I hate getting tested because of my embarrassing, Christian guilt issues. The people at the SF VD Clinic and the people at the VA couldn't be nicer, but it's still awkward for me...I still feel guilty for getting the clap or worse. I can't stomach the condom lectures which health care professionals are obligated to give. So that's why I'm grateful to the Cockpit and most of all to my fuckbuds...for all the hot anonymous sex in our lives, we always come back to family.
Tomorrow there's the Cockpit Party at the Mack sexclub on Folsom St. and Gehno and the guys arranged with the County health dept. for STD testing. This is a wonderful and greatly appreciated function...although not unique...the Berkeley Men's Health organization conducts similar services the the Steamworks.
But you know, your fuckbuddies are also good sources regarding your STD status. If something comes up, they'll tell you right away...and not only will you go and get tested, but you'll (assuming you are a mensch and of course you are) stop having sex until the issue is resolved. Relying entirely on your fuckbuds could lead to a false sense of security, but I don't think so...we're all adults. It's as good a buddy system as any.
I hate getting tested because of my embarrassing, Christian guilt issues. The people at the SF VD Clinic and the people at the VA couldn't be nicer, but it's still awkward for me...I still feel guilty for getting the clap or worse. I can't stomach the condom lectures which health care professionals are obligated to give. So that's why I'm grateful to the Cockpit and most of all to my fuckbuds...for all the hot anonymous sex in our lives, we always come back to family.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
NippleMaster Shoots Massive Load
I have to admit that I can't get into most of the fetishes embraced by many of you, nasty men. Leather doesn't count, and piss is something I do but thinkin' about it doesn't get me hard. Spanking, ho hum. Pinchin' tits never did it for me either. I'll do it gladly if it will get me laid, but I don't care for guys doin' it to me...especially by guys who don't know what the hell they're doin'. In short, I thought it was mostly bullshit. But now I see it in a different light because of this top who fucked my ass last week. This hot man is another Tom Shannon look-a-like. My friends chastise me over my admiration for the very excellent Mr. Shannon, but my admiration is serious and sincere: he's not only a hot man (now entering young daddy territory, and gracefully so) but he was the first barebacking top groomed as a star by Treasure Island Media. Oh yeah, they had Titpig in those days but like I said, I'm only a recent convert to nipple action.
Anyway, this guy who looked like Tom Shannon showed up with fairly modest equipment, all too obvious when he entered me missionary style grasping me from my shoulder blades and holding me close. The poppers were doing their job: in the very dim light his face was transformed into a skull-like presence, not unlike the TIM logo.
'Work my tits,' he commanded with such authority that I really concentrated on tweaking his nipples, not just in the usual half-assed way I've done in the past.
'Work 'em. Pinch those tits!'
He knew what he was doing. I got those tits so turned on that his cocktail-sized wiener swelled into something more along the lines of a Hillshire Farms kielbasa. Very impressive. I will never belittle nipsters again as being full of shit.
Almost Tom Shannon had a distinctive fuckstyle that worked for me: he rarely plunged into the deepest corners of my asscavern; he liked to work my buttlips with the tip of his dick and then swish it around a bit. Needless to say, he came and came bigtime, noisily and with vigor, shooting a massive load that went everywhere...belly, legs, mattress, walls...except where I wanted it...in my ass!
There have been tops who have pulled out before cumming, and thinking back, I think they thought they were doing me a favor...regarding poz cumload taking. I never discuss status before fucking...sometimes afterwards I have, and in those cases, the top always turned out to be poz. But some poz tops are doing what they think is right by not cumming in a guy's ass, especially a guy they don't know.
There are even poz tops who use condoms out of respect for anonymous bottoms. A leather daddy about to fuck me, began to pull on a rubber. 'Sir, is that necessary?' I asked, keeping in the mood of the scene we we're playing.
'Yes, boy...it is!!'
Enough said. You don't try to change a leather daddy top's mind, and begging would be out of character for me.
Nipples, fetishes, HIV status, rules of the game. Enough said.
Anyway, this guy who looked like Tom Shannon showed up with fairly modest equipment, all too obvious when he entered me missionary style grasping me from my shoulder blades and holding me close. The poppers were doing their job: in the very dim light his face was transformed into a skull-like presence, not unlike the TIM logo.
'Work my tits,' he commanded with such authority that I really concentrated on tweaking his nipples, not just in the usual half-assed way I've done in the past.
'Work 'em. Pinch those tits!'
He knew what he was doing. I got those tits so turned on that his cocktail-sized wiener swelled into something more along the lines of a Hillshire Farms kielbasa. Very impressive. I will never belittle nipsters again as being full of shit.
Almost Tom Shannon had a distinctive fuckstyle that worked for me: he rarely plunged into the deepest corners of my asscavern; he liked to work my buttlips with the tip of his dick and then swish it around a bit. Needless to say, he came and came bigtime, noisily and with vigor, shooting a massive load that went everywhere...belly, legs, mattress, walls...except where I wanted it...in my ass!
There have been tops who have pulled out before cumming, and thinking back, I think they thought they were doing me a favor...regarding poz cumload taking. I never discuss status before fucking...sometimes afterwards I have, and in those cases, the top always turned out to be poz. But some poz tops are doing what they think is right by not cumming in a guy's ass, especially a guy they don't know.
There are even poz tops who use condoms out of respect for anonymous bottoms. A leather daddy about to fuck me, began to pull on a rubber. 'Sir, is that necessary?' I asked, keeping in the mood of the scene we we're playing.
'Yes, boy...it is!!'
Enough said. You don't try to change a leather daddy top's mind, and begging would be out of character for me.
Nipples, fetishes, HIV status, rules of the game. Enough said.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Quantity not Quality
Men, it's been a while since I posted and it hasn't been so because I wasn't getting out and around...in fact, since my last posting, I have been fucked by about 30 guys and while it's been a nice experience, there hasn't been a really spectacular fuck worth blogging about. Who wants to read about routine sex? What kind of a blog would that be? Nevertheless, there are some stories to relate; namely some fucks that were extraordinary in their ordinariness. Does that make sense?
I had the experience of getting fucked by a top who never really got hard...at least I couldn't really tell if he couldn't get it hard or if he had a really small dick. What I felt was a squidgy mess of wet, sloppy flesh that kept trying to get in and then delivered what I took to be more of a shadowfuck...but the top was really diggin' it and passionate in his own spastic way, and made a big noisy moan that I took to be a faked orgasm. No matter; it was better than staying home. When I did get home (this all happened at my local bathhouse), I did have that 'full' feeling but since I didn't think there was a load up there, I pretty much didn't give it any more thought. The next morning I had that familiar 'filled up' sensation that usually comes with a buttload of cum. But I thought it was just plain ole crap so I made for the john, but what I shat was a massive load of cum that floated in the toilet water. It was so enormous that I was able to scoop it all up with a spoon and add it to my cum collection receptacle which I store in my freezer. Who would have thought that Squidgy unloaded one of my biggest gifts of the year? Thanks, Squidge, whoever and wherever you are.
Another surprising fuck came from a top I call Pink Pearl...that's an eraser familiar to all of us from gradeschool days...because that's about how big his dick was. Now I'm not about to diss any guy's equipment...any dick is fine with me. A small dick can deliver a decent fuck if the bottom is smart enough to handle it. Small dicks should top missionary style; they get better purchase when on top and get as deep as they need to plug a hole. I got on my back, legs up and pulled my buttcheeks wide apart so that Pearl was able to get in and shoot a decent wad up my big hole. In all fairness, Pink Pearl did grow into a Large Pink Pearl...and I was happy to have him.
During my last visit to Steamworks, it was so crowded I had to bide time with the waitlist. So I headed straight for the gloryhole area and staked my position on the fuckbench where I took a succession of dicks, maybe 12 or so, in fairly rapid succession...none was truly huge, one was good sized, most were average and one was definitely in the Princess Tiny Meat category...and Princess was the one who shot a load up my butt. No complaints. But you know what? I'm ready for a really big piece of meat. I'm not counting my fuckbuds, all of whom are well-endowned and great tops, but the whole point of gay sex is the 'thrill of new meat.' And we are ready.
Now as we approach the end of the year, it is time for STD testing. There's a plan to all of this; I can let myself be a bitch in head for the next week, and then it's abstinence prior to the tests, and then we'll see. Maybe the last fuck of this year will be THE fuck of the year. Happy Thanksgiving, guys.
I had the experience of getting fucked by a top who never really got hard...at least I couldn't really tell if he couldn't get it hard or if he had a really small dick. What I felt was a squidgy mess of wet, sloppy flesh that kept trying to get in and then delivered what I took to be more of a shadowfuck...but the top was really diggin' it and passionate in his own spastic way, and made a big noisy moan that I took to be a faked orgasm. No matter; it was better than staying home. When I did get home (this all happened at my local bathhouse), I did have that 'full' feeling but since I didn't think there was a load up there, I pretty much didn't give it any more thought. The next morning I had that familiar 'filled up' sensation that usually comes with a buttload of cum. But I thought it was just plain ole crap so I made for the john, but what I shat was a massive load of cum that floated in the toilet water. It was so enormous that I was able to scoop it all up with a spoon and add it to my cum collection receptacle which I store in my freezer. Who would have thought that Squidgy unloaded one of my biggest gifts of the year? Thanks, Squidge, whoever and wherever you are.
Another surprising fuck came from a top I call Pink Pearl...that's an eraser familiar to all of us from gradeschool days...because that's about how big his dick was. Now I'm not about to diss any guy's equipment...any dick is fine with me. A small dick can deliver a decent fuck if the bottom is smart enough to handle it. Small dicks should top missionary style; they get better purchase when on top and get as deep as they need to plug a hole. I got on my back, legs up and pulled my buttcheeks wide apart so that Pearl was able to get in and shoot a decent wad up my big hole. In all fairness, Pink Pearl did grow into a Large Pink Pearl...and I was happy to have him.
During my last visit to Steamworks, it was so crowded I had to bide time with the waitlist. So I headed straight for the gloryhole area and staked my position on the fuckbench where I took a succession of dicks, maybe 12 or so, in fairly rapid succession...none was truly huge, one was good sized, most were average and one was definitely in the Princess Tiny Meat category...and Princess was the one who shot a load up my butt. No complaints. But you know what? I'm ready for a really big piece of meat. I'm not counting my fuckbuds, all of whom are well-endowned and great tops, but the whole point of gay sex is the 'thrill of new meat.' And we are ready.
Now as we approach the end of the year, it is time for STD testing. There's a plan to all of this; I can let myself be a bitch in head for the next week, and then it's abstinence prior to the tests, and then we'll see. Maybe the last fuck of this year will be THE fuck of the year. Happy Thanksgiving, guys.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The Art of Bottoming
Some latin queen hogged the fuckbench for the whole time that I was at the Steamworks last week...an unusually long time, 10 hrs., since there was a promotional 10 hr. rental on that day, 10/10/10. Actually, he did me a favor, for I spent the whole stay in my large room, hosting a dozen butt-hungry sex hounds...here are the standouts:
Black Daddy...this slender muscular mature top had a snow white goatee, and a longish dick that he used like a swirl stick whipping up a bucket of paint.
Branch Bank Manager...I don't know if he works in a bank but he sure looks like it, with a serious demeanor, average build, hair that's just combed not styled and...he wears his glasses when having sex...but with a big dick. Banker had also knocked back a couple, judging from his stale bourbon scented kiss, and a fuckstyle that can be described as haphazard. His fucking was unsteady, and unrhythmic with that big dick sideswiping the walls of my asschute like the dick had a mind of its own...but this is not a bad thing, actually. That long rod kept slipping out and I had to put it back in, much like putting the gas pump hose into the gas tank, and that made me feel really slutty.
Then I said something one never hears in a bathhouse, 'Just fuck me 'til you cum.' Banker said, 'I think I have to share the wealth,' which was a way of saying, 'shut up, bitch, I'll cum when I cum.' No matter. He never got the chance...drunken banker tried to climb on to the mattress, slipped and fell to the floor...pretty much killing the moment...though it was great to hear him mutter, 'Hot Ass!' as he left the room.
Stealth Cat...this man-boy/boy-man stood at the foot of the mattress and pondered my ass for a few moments (I was looking at him by way of the wall-sized mirror) and then pounced on the mattress and shoved his dick up my ass. This was the smallest dick of the night and the best fuck of the night. He got on his haunches and clutched my ass close...and by grasping him by the arches of his feet, we turned into an in-synch fuckmachine. His grinding fuckstyle resulted in a load planted deep in my ass...I shat out the load the next morning, hours later...it took hours
to work itself out.
Nur...this Middle Eastern looking guy fucked me rabbit style and I was sure he would come, but he didn't...but it was a good workout.
PozMan...I don't know if he's poz, but I think so...I looked like the way I like my poz tops to look: ravaged face, salt and pepper buzzcut, well-toned bod, tribal tattoos, and of a certain age. This coupling led to a missionary style pounding with intense eye to eye concentration, and he chose to pull out before cumming, denying me that poz load. This was some hot sex nonetheless.
4 White Men...these guys all looked similar: similar meaty builds, similar degree of baldness, all sure of themselves grabbing me and putting me where they wanted, all good fucks. I don't bother to discuss condoms anymore; I keep them under the mattress and if a top asks, I let him use one. But I just smear some lube on their dicks (I hate stuff that squirts or has to be squeezed) and let the tops go for it. All these four went for it...and they all knew what to do when I pushed back...they retracted their dicks, teased my hole and then plunged right back in. There is an art to bottoming, you know...you just can't lay there, you've got to work for it, and that means working that hole. So I should thank that latin queen for keeping me off the fuckbench...and for giving me hours to perfect my art. Thanks,dude.
Black Daddy...this slender muscular mature top had a snow white goatee, and a longish dick that he used like a swirl stick whipping up a bucket of paint.
Branch Bank Manager...I don't know if he works in a bank but he sure looks like it, with a serious demeanor, average build, hair that's just combed not styled and...he wears his glasses when having sex...but with a big dick. Banker had also knocked back a couple, judging from his stale bourbon scented kiss, and a fuckstyle that can be described as haphazard. His fucking was unsteady, and unrhythmic with that big dick sideswiping the walls of my asschute like the dick had a mind of its own...but this is not a bad thing, actually. That long rod kept slipping out and I had to put it back in, much like putting the gas pump hose into the gas tank, and that made me feel really slutty.
Then I said something one never hears in a bathhouse, 'Just fuck me 'til you cum.' Banker said, 'I think I have to share the wealth,' which was a way of saying, 'shut up, bitch, I'll cum when I cum.' No matter. He never got the chance...drunken banker tried to climb on to the mattress, slipped and fell to the floor...pretty much killing the moment...though it was great to hear him mutter, 'Hot Ass!' as he left the room.
Stealth Cat...this man-boy/boy-man stood at the foot of the mattress and pondered my ass for a few moments (I was looking at him by way of the wall-sized mirror) and then pounced on the mattress and shoved his dick up my ass. This was the smallest dick of the night and the best fuck of the night. He got on his haunches and clutched my ass close...and by grasping him by the arches of his feet, we turned into an in-synch fuckmachine. His grinding fuckstyle resulted in a load planted deep in my ass...I shat out the load the next morning, hours later...it took hours
to work itself out.
Nur...this Middle Eastern looking guy fucked me rabbit style and I was sure he would come, but he didn't...but it was a good workout.
PozMan...I don't know if he's poz, but I think so...I looked like the way I like my poz tops to look: ravaged face, salt and pepper buzzcut, well-toned bod, tribal tattoos, and of a certain age. This coupling led to a missionary style pounding with intense eye to eye concentration, and he chose to pull out before cumming, denying me that poz load. This was some hot sex nonetheless.
4 White Men...these guys all looked similar: similar meaty builds, similar degree of baldness, all sure of themselves grabbing me and putting me where they wanted, all good fucks. I don't bother to discuss condoms anymore; I keep them under the mattress and if a top asks, I let him use one. But I just smear some lube on their dicks (I hate stuff that squirts or has to be squeezed) and let the tops go for it. All these four went for it...and they all knew what to do when I pushed back...they retracted their dicks, teased my hole and then plunged right back in. There is an art to bottoming, you know...you just can't lay there, you've got to work for it, and that means working that hole. So I should thank that latin queen for keeping me off the fuckbench...and for giving me hours to perfect my art. Thanks,dude.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Captain Hook, Butt Pirate of the Caribbean
First thing, he IS from the Caribbean and he IS a butt pirate as he's savaged my asshole a few times now, to the point where he's becoming a regular fuckbuddy. He's also a chef who's worked in New York and San Francisco, but what makes him Captain Hook is his phenomenal cock: it's got a crook that's almost a 90 degree angle...I'm exaggerating a little to make a point, but I've seen and taken a lot of dick in my time, and this one is unique and for real. I've discovered that my best position for him is my fuckbench, actually a sofa with a low back where I can hang my arms or snort poppers while he fucks me. We've fucked on the bed and on the floor and standing up, but not missionary style...not yet. I'm really curious to feel how that dick fits in and what places deep in my ass it's going to prod and stroke. When you get a top who's average to small, you get on your back, spread those cheeks and stretch your hole to make it easy for him to stuff it in. With bigger guys, it's problematic. You'll notice that most bottoms take mega-hung Lito Cruz doggy style although I understand Tim Skyler takes it in a sling, that's rare: big guys can hurt. I'm wondering if this crank is going to hurt. The only way to find out is to do it, which I'm hoping will be next week, and with another bottom in a tag team scene. I'm not a territorial bottom; I love having other bottoms around, it makes it all that much nastier.
I'm not at my best right now, recovering from an ailment encountered in the desert, and Captain Hook just called...he comes over during his lunch break...and I had to tell him not today...damn! Next week...missionary style...2 hot poz bottoms...one hot poz Captain Hook...worth waitin' for.
I'm not at my best right now, recovering from an ailment encountered in the desert, and Captain Hook just called...he comes over during his lunch break...and I had to tell him not today...damn! Next week...missionary style...2 hot poz bottoms...one hot poz Captain Hook...worth waitin' for.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
HDK's Bill Gardner Remembered
It's been over a week now since HDK founder, and Grandaddy of Bareback Porn, Bill Gardner, died of lung cancer in Delaware. Bill had returned Back East after his cancer diagnosis, about a year ago, but for years, he was a mainstay of the gay community and culture of Palm Springs, which is where I met him.
Bill was maybe the kindest, most unaffected guy I ever met, and his passing is a real loss for everybody, not just the gay community.
If you want to see and listen to this guy, check out "Sex/Life in LA Part 2," where Bill talks about bareback porn/ His good-natured self just comes across effortlessly and naturally. A reviewer of this video called him a 'happy chappie' and that about sums it up.
I did a little porn for HDK around the turn of the century, and was a loyal and frequent participant at the bareback parties hosted by Bill and partner John Singleton. These were truly the nastiest sex parties ever, thanks to the design and lighting of the expansive play space and all the pervs that seemed to come out of the woodwork to fuck like adrenalin-fueled fiends. I actually used to close the parties...at 4 a.m. as I recall...pig that I am and hoping for one last plug...I was NEVER disappointed. I never left sayin' 'well, that wasn't very hot.' Once I left a dildo behind...the play spaces were divided by hanging fabric (black, of course) creating piles of fabric on the floor, and my Doc Johnson get lost in there. I called Bill about the dildo...yeah, the guys had found it, and he sent it back to me by FedEx overnight...what a guy.
Bill never played during these orgies...he used to man the 'registration desk' and at times pulled security outside...this was in the north end of Palm Springs, an estate closed off by tall walls of trees, if you know the city, then you know how windy it gets up there.
He didn't play at the last party I saw him, either...at a subsequent house John & Bill had moved into on the more suburban south end. These parties were also fisting parties and I topfisted a hungry older bottom on the fuckbench, really working him over. I was too involved and didn't notice that Bill had been watching me. "I hope you'll fist me like that some day,' he said. He said this in a very affectionate way, almost fatherly, as ludicrous as that may sound. "Sure, Bill,' I said, meaning it too. Alas, it was never to happen.
Take care, Bill. I'll make it up to you when we meet again in that Big Playroom-in-the-Sky.
Bill was maybe the kindest, most unaffected guy I ever met, and his passing is a real loss for everybody, not just the gay community.
If you want to see and listen to this guy, check out "Sex/Life in LA Part 2," where Bill talks about bareback porn/ His good-natured self just comes across effortlessly and naturally. A reviewer of this video called him a 'happy chappie' and that about sums it up.
I did a little porn for HDK around the turn of the century, and was a loyal and frequent participant at the bareback parties hosted by Bill and partner John Singleton. These were truly the nastiest sex parties ever, thanks to the design and lighting of the expansive play space and all the pervs that seemed to come out of the woodwork to fuck like adrenalin-fueled fiends. I actually used to close the parties...at 4 a.m. as I recall...pig that I am and hoping for one last plug...I was NEVER disappointed. I never left sayin' 'well, that wasn't very hot.' Once I left a dildo behind...the play spaces were divided by hanging fabric (black, of course) creating piles of fabric on the floor, and my Doc Johnson get lost in there. I called Bill about the dildo...yeah, the guys had found it, and he sent it back to me by FedEx overnight...what a guy.
Bill never played during these orgies...he used to man the 'registration desk' and at times pulled security outside...this was in the north end of Palm Springs, an estate closed off by tall walls of trees, if you know the city, then you know how windy it gets up there.
He didn't play at the last party I saw him, either...at a subsequent house John & Bill had moved into on the more suburban south end. These parties were also fisting parties and I topfisted a hungry older bottom on the fuckbench, really working him over. I was too involved and didn't notice that Bill had been watching me. "I hope you'll fist me like that some day,' he said. He said this in a very affectionate way, almost fatherly, as ludicrous as that may sound. "Sure, Bill,' I said, meaning it too. Alas, it was never to happen.
Take care, Bill. I'll make it up to you when we meet again in that Big Playroom-in-the-Sky.
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