Dirk Goes To Phoenix: Part 1

DirkPhoenix said:
Sex.

My mouth is having sex with itself.

I'd been in Florida for less than an hour, and I already thought about moving.

Despite Drool's warnings that by even visiting Fly's house, I would lose all rights to ever returning to Sarcasmo, my curiosity took the better of me. Armed with a rent car and time to kill, I headed up Interstate 17 in search of my quarry.

After 30 minutes, I realized I missed my turn. Way missed my turn.

Another 20 minutes later, and I found myself staring at what, at the moment, was the Mecca of gay sex. Fly's house. I initially felt let down by his meager menu of a penis, but after my airport vodka tonics I could have eaten April. When the girl said "69, please" I giggled, even though I was 70.

I must say, I never truly anticipated what I felt. It was a good dick. Not "not bad", but good. The balls were quite delicious, but I felt the tinge of guilt that only comes from denying my heritage. Sarcasmo's cock was my bread and greasy butter for nearly two decades. And I find myself, mouth still engaged in pleasure, wondering how many trips I could take to this place.

The drive to the hotel was silent. My post-coital mouth was just too tired. As I pulled up, I again thought of ways to excuse myself at least once more to taste the deliciousness of Fly.

Then I saw it. A gay bar, right next to my hotel.


My mouth is so screwed.


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DirkPhoenix said:
Then I saw it. An In N' Out, right next to my hotel.

I hate when that happens! Any thing else fun to do in AZ besides good burger joints?
 
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