Some of the Str8 guys I've been with

[Candyapple]

Thanks a lot for clarifying my 'hetero reason' question, Newboy. I love the way you think. That's the most complete answer I could have hoped for!

[I'm being serious here, not at all sarcastic. It's a brilliant answer.]

Triple figures is pretty slutty, isn't it??! What can I say, I'm the female you... But I've never barebacked, except with my husband. I had pregnancy to worry about too.

See you soon!

 

[Heartbreak]

What you have described is a man on the "DL" Oprah did an entire hour on it.

While "DL" men are somewhat appealing, nothing beats the real deal. A "DL" man is like a fake fur. You knoewyou need to go into the wild straight jungle with your lasso and chase the real game.

You haven't lived till you have bagged a real straight man.






There really is not allakazam involved. You see a hot straight you just go after him, Bagging a straight can range from 1 - 10 on a difficulty scale.


Once well actually twice it took me almost a year to bag the straight i wanted. It takes ALOT of patience but you have to stick it out. You have to wear them down.

I remember this one straight in particular. I saw him i wanted him and i had to have him. So i befriended him, thats the first step in bagging a stranger straight (there are so many rules and steps and procedures i should write a book, oh but i am its called THE ART OF THE STRAIGHT MAN SEDUCTION, look out for it, but i digress) is to befriend him. You have to be his friend, and get close to him. Although you don't always have to be friends because i have had alot of quicky hookup stranger straight sex but thats for another thread. In this case i felt it necessary to first befriend him. So a few months into the friendship something happened and i asked him if i could suck his dick. He said no. A a true gay doesn't take no for answer. I kept at it. First it was 2 day intervals, "can i suck your dick, can i suck your dick" almost like pestering him. Then i waited every 2 weeks, "can i suck i suck your dick, can i suck your dick?"

147 days later he finally gave in and allowed me to pleasure him orally. It was so hot and he shot the biggest load. It was so hot that i almost didn't mind that he made me wear a shoulder length wig before i went down. You see sometimes as a gay male you have to subject yourself some form of indignity for the greater good that is bagging a straight, like having to wear a wig. But also sometimes when a straight man is topping you especially a thug he will use borderline abusive language while dicking you down.

sometimes the straight man would say, "suck that dick you f_ing f_got"

"You f_ing c_nt"

And sometimes after the sex you up they act like they don't know you or sometimes are viloent towards you because they feel they have to prove their masculinity, but you know you have to develop think skin because we live in a straight world and you just have to get it anyway you can.

I don't like the straight that like like they are doing you a favor by letting you pleasure them or the ones that request payment for sex. What the hell, why should i pay you to sex me? hell no, if money is changing hands you are taking dick.

Ah well heartbreak go out there and bag yourself a straighty before the year is out.

I already have step one down,now all I need to do is work up the courage to ask "can I suck your dick/cock ?". I'm still in the closet

 

[drdivo]

Well, say what you like, but their ten years of sucking cock didn't come until after *I* got'em.

 

[drdivo]

About a year ago, I answered a CL ad from a guy who claimed to be married and looking for his first penetration. He and I exchanged an email or two, and he asked about coming over.

He worked for a large department store chain; he's 28, 6'2", dark hair, nice build, little tummy, nice floppy, meaty cock.

All he wanted to do was take it up the ass.

How could I refuse to accommodate?

We had about as much fun talking as we did fucking. He never got hard, was very polite, and hit the road - never heard from him again.

 

[drdivo]

So, the Centexan tonight emails, and tells me that he is "probably" going to start staying with me during the week, but that his girlfriend would need to come down and check out the place at some point.

Which he thinks I'd object to.

Someone, just shoot me.

My room mate (who's never been straight in his life, not even for a moment) was asking me how I could convert him to be a permanent gay boyfriend.

 

[drdivo]

We'll call this one "one of the ones that got away."

A few years ago, my evil sister Mikey and I were hanging out at our favorite slimey watering hole, teasing the boy hustlers. One of the barbacks there was a very handsome late 20s guy with a shaved head. He was always a card - performing dance steps and such as he moved cases of beer back and forth.

This night, he was bitching up a blue streak. His brother had just thrown him out of the apartment (little did I realize that it wasn't an argument, the brother had had his fill of the boi's crack habit) and he was carrying on about how unfair it was. Blah, blah.

Me, ever the idiot when it comes to straight men in distress, just had to mention he could stay with me for a few days.

That next day, he called me and asked if I was serious about getting some lunch and talking about him staying with me. I went and picked him up, and he looked all boi-hot and lanky. We had something to eat, and he came by the apartment.

For about four months, I think.

Jason, that was his name.

Jason started off being a good companion and buddy - but continued working at the club nearly every night.

You KNOW the story - no car, no money, no .. nothing. So, I'm driving him back and forth to the club every night. He'd catch a ride home from the club most nights. Several times, he'd come in around 5 or 6 in the morning and jump into bed with me instead of the guest room. Several times, he got very affectionate.

He also used to call me into the bathroom to sit on the commode and talk to him nearly every day while he shaved .. well, everything. He has a HUGE dick and giant nads, and he's yap away about whatever business idea he had, music he was interested in, or where he wanted me to take him on a trip while he lifted that giant meat and shaved under it.

It was only after he moved in that I learned his original job at the club was as a male stripper - and he went back to that. He'd call or text and ask me to come on Fridays and Saturdays when he was stripping. Several times, he'd come out on stage and focus his dancing on me with an intensity that made me uncomfortable.

Okay, I was providing him with room, and ride. And some food. There was no sex, just all this flirtation, exhibition and quite a bit of affection.

About ten days after his arrival, I was headed to Vancouver to visit a friend. I hadn't been there for more than a few minutes when he called me - the bar had just closed, and he was tanked. He said that he missed me already, and he told me he loved me.

Yowie. Lesbian love!

After about six weeks, he began looking at used Toyota Supra Turbo cars on eBay and on the internet - later, I found out that he had convinced himself I would buy him one. And, I was going to take him to LA and New York ..

In all honesty, these conversations had taken place, started by him as an expression of desire and him showing me the pictures and the information he'd found, and my saying 'well, that's interesting." I never said I was going to do any of these things, but I suppose that by not busting out laughing and saying "you're kidding, right?"

The signs that things were not as they appeared developed quite quickly. His partying quickly re-established its primacy in his life choices, and strange drug addled persons began showing up in my apartment.

I lucked out in that he started dating a titty dancer about then, and began staying with her. A quick lock change, and he was pretty much out of my life. After the fact, several people spoke to me about how disappointed he was with me for NOT buying him the car, taking the trips, etc., and how glad they were that I had not been financially damaged or worse by him.

He's moved away, so far as I can tell. His email and cell phone numbers are no longer working.

 

[Apollux]

That`s a history I know quite well, lucky for me, only once was I the person been taken advantage off, most of the times it was a friend of mine been played.

In your case it was the hot club striper. On this cases it was the hot bodybuilder (who turned out to be an scort), the hot co-worker, the bigger than life (and super hot) TV celebrity, and the hot personal trainer at the gym... the same history with all of them.

 

[drdivo]

Oh, honey -

Don't for a minute think that my stupidity with boys who take advantage was limited to Jason the stripper. There have been a PARADE of strippers, meth addicts and other shiftless yet cute and flirtatious boys looking to exchange promise for housing and support.

In each case, when their stories came to no favorable end, and when my patience had been exhausted .. they each left with the harshest words imaginable, usually pointing out that I'm old, overweight and undesirable.

And, in nearly each case, months later, they'd apologize and thank me for everything I'd done to take care of them.

Usually, that means that their newest and latest supporter had lost the shine, and they were again shopping for assistance.

But, that's all fodder for ANOTHER thread.

And, this motivates me to write the story of Brad, the first Str8 guy I fell in love with...

 

[kingzulu]

This is so fake, wild wild imaginations, i dont even know where to start. Your stories are just too good to be true and does not make sense. When things dont make sense, its most likely false. Just be truthful and say you are a poor hungry writer that needs money to start a gay erotic line of novels. LOL

 

[james1200]

I've been giggling over that one since I read it. I can't help wondering what a 'heterosexual reason' is to visit a neighbour.

Shooting your neighbor in the face with a semi-automatic weapon is very hetero.

Just a few stories about some of the straight guys I've been with that are notable..

The cutest and shortest story there was a co-worker who was very cute in a dorky kind of a way. He and I were chums from work, and would occasionally go out for a drink. One night, we were at an English Pub drinking beer, and he asks me if I'll play darts with him.

I of course do NOT play darts. He says "c'mon, it will be fun." "I'm not anywhere near that straight that I play darts." "If you beat me, I'll let you fuck me."

So, now I'm a dart player.

Seriously, I smoked him in the dart game. Who knows if he was intentionally playing off of his game, or whether I was just motivated, but it was great - I smoked him. Two out of three games.

Of course, then he won't have anything to do with putting out. So, for a few weeks around the office I'm calling him "The welcher."

"Welching on what bet?" So I'd tell ANYONE who asked. He spent a number of weeks with a red face. So cute. His ears would turn red when he blushed.

One night, he comes over, and he says "let's have some drinks. I need to get drunk so I can pay up on that bet and you can shut up." Well, allrighty then!

After some serious vodka consumption, we go up to the bedroom, he gets down and naked in no time, and we're laying on the bed. He has a nice, big low hanging dick with seriously large nuts. Shaved up and ready for action, but he's as limp as a linguine.

Oral, manual stimulation - nothing gets his motor running. He gives an effort to giving me a blowjob, but isn't worth a shit at it. He's still a nice guy. I let him off of the hook on the butt torture, since he's clearly NOT into sex with another man at all.

Worst "Dear Penthouse" ever!

 

[drdivo]

Glad you're enjoying them. I'm sorry that your life is such that they're too good to be true. Not everyone's life is like yours is

 

[Kyanimal]

I'm really likin' your sharin' your "Tales"!!

And, I'm also enjoying your writing style, and "Turn of Phrase"!!

Of course, More would be Great!! And, if there aren't any just now ... guess You'll just have to "Make" more!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[kingzulu]

Glad you're enjoying them. I'm sorry that your life is such that they're too good to be true. Not everyone's life is like yours is

please you know you are a faker, come out and admit you are lieing, theres no way all those guys are straight, its in your head, make sure you get tested for stds with all these solicitations. its an obsession to want straight guys but they are straighttttt. stop obsessing and wake up back to reality those guys a re bi and i still dont believe they are real. FIBBS FIBBS FIBBS lol, anyone believing this ridiculous lies is trully pathetic lol

 

[drdivo]

(yawns)

I've recollected five more formerly "Str8" guys, the experiences for whom I'll write up today - three of those were when I had to migrate my Yahoo photo album to another service, reviewed all of those old pictures and said "oh, yeah - him."

I have photos of almost every one of the guys I've written about - just can't post them here .. I've posted them on my private blog though

By the way, ducky, "fibs" has only one "b."

Truly has only one "l."

Lying is spelled without an "e."

And, if you'll read more carefully than you spell, you'll notice that with almost every one of these guys, I was their first male sexual experience. They may have gone on to lives of vibrant, active bisexuality - and two have "come over to the dark side."

But, thanks for the fan club mail - it does help inspire the memory cogs, which don't focus on these guys anymore.

Did I mention that the motivation to record these stories was my anger with Secret Agent Man's behavior a few weeks back? The formerly totally straight man whom I've been doing for more than four years? Yeah, it seems that pissing me off inspires more reflection and writing.

Oh, and .. I'm not a starving writer. I'm a well-off mortgage broker.

Interesting how of your three total posts, two have been to slag me... Hmm. What does that say about your motivation?

 

[drdivo]

If you're not buying it, why are you reading it?

 

[drdivo]

Brad Lee was the first str8 man that I fell hopeless, irretrievably and foolishly in love with.

I met Brad my senior year in college. My then closest friend up and sprung on me that he was moving back to Detroit. Tomorrow. He had withheld telling me this because he was worried I'd react badly.

Ya think?

Anyway, Brad was the bartender at said bar, and friends with my closest friend, and at the bar that night but not working. He was a year younger than I am, 6'2", broad shouldered, athletic, with a big mop of curly golden hair and huge green eyes. Striking more than traditionally handsome, he knew how to dress himself well.

He called the day or so after my friend left for Detroit. We went out a few times to hang out and dance (with women; I was still closeted, but very clearly into men sexually.) He and I would get out on a dance floor with our dates, and the women would get frustrated as it was clear he and I were dancing for each other.

We spent that whole spring and summer of 1981 together. We went to the lake, drove all over the state going to nightclubs, festivals, parties. We each had a brand new black Camaro - mine with a V8 and red interior, his with a six and black interior. One night, he was over at the house and he met my stepsister - a few short hours later, he and she were at it in the basement - I felt short of breath, I was so upset.

The warning signs were there. I had redefined who we were into something we were not.

I was headed to graduate school in Texas in late August. I had given notice, had my farewell parties, and Brad was morose. He was nearly inconsolable. And then, about three days before I was to leave, he announced to the world (and surprised me) that he was going to move with me.

I was, of course, thrilled.

So, we packed up my black Camaro and came down here to Houston. I had on-campus housing arranged, and we both stayed in my dorm room for a few weeks - ten days, I think. It was miserably cramped. We leased an apartment. We had no furniture. We both got jobs at the same mall. We went everywhere together - all the big, glittering discos, the incredible shops, everything seemed so luxurious and refined as compared to our staid, Midwestern upbringing. We went everywhere in my hot car, feeling like we were really somebody. Somebodies that nobody knew at all.

And I was paying for everything. Every. Last Thing.

Brad's job nor mine paid worth a flip, and I was using my credit cards and my loan and grant money to supplement our lifestyle. I bought us furniture, and paid for every dinner and every cocktail.

At some point, he and I discussed my sexuality. I admitted that I was primarily attracted to men, and that it wasn't something I was happy with. He said it didn't change how he felt about me.

Friends from back home came to visit. I was starting to feel dissatisfied with how things were going. We went out one night with some friends from back home, and, as always, came home snockered. We were sitting on the sectional in the living room, and the lights were turned out. Brad asked me again about my sexuality. He suggested that perhaps I'd like to suck his cock.

I thought briefly, this sounds like a bad idea. Well, so much for that.

He has a big, pink rock hard joint. The head of it mushrooms out just a bit from the shaft. Little nads. Red pubic hair, just like his red body hair. It's gorgeous. I applied my best efforts. He was quite happy with it. After he blew his nuts' load, he went back to his room and I to mine.

The next day, he had to discuss that what had happened was a weak moment while we were both drunk, and that it couldn't become the definition of our friendship.

Famous last words.

For the next months, every time we'd go out drinking, we'd come home, enter the apartment silently, and go to our separate rooms. I'd undress, walk into the shared Hollywood bath to pee, and his door would be standing open, him lying on his bed (that I bought him) naked, on top of the covers and rock hard. I'd walk into his room, and blow him. After I'd finished, I'd go back to my own room and go to sleep.

I mentioned that I wasn't too thrilled with the arrangement, especially since Brad was keeping all of his earned money for himself and I was still paying for everything. He was now working in a very high end retail store making fairly good money and I was doing singing telegrams and making a killing. He was working at a brand new mall, about 20 miles north of us, and he started dating the manager at the store. She was very pretty.

He took her out to dinner. With my car and my Diner's Club. He didn't come home. It was after noon the next day; I'm without a call, a car or a card. I was mortified and furious. I called her house and got her room mate. Made a total ass of myself.

The sun was setting when he made it home that Sunday. I was lying on my bed, overwrought and very Gay Drama. He came into my room, still wearing his suit and tie from the night before. He crawled onto my bed with me, and apologized in a soft voice. He held me, and kissed me softly. He told me he loved me more than anything, and that he was very grateful for my having made his big date possible. After a short while, we were naked, and making love. That was the first night he fucked me.

Brad went back up to Michigan to get his car, and drove it home. That lent some freedom to the partnership, but things were still wobbly.

All this time, Brad had been dating a beautiful Mormon girl in Dallas. I drove him up there many weekends, and he and I spent the nights in Dallas sleeping in the same guest bed. Most of those nights, I was his sexual outlet, as the Mormon lass wouldn't put out. It was just strange to be working over his very familiar, ripped, fuzzy body and huge dick while his girlfriend and her family slept only a few feet away.

Then, we moved into a larger apartment, brought in a new room mate, and he started working at the singing ******** company as a stripper. I was the most popular singing ******** messenger act in the US at that time, and Brad was getting all of the attention, because his round fuzzy ass and big package were barely contained in his rayon g-string. My resentment grew.

We had poker parties, and the young men we had met through Brad came over to smoke cigars, drink liquor, and play cards. I increasingly felt like I was the caretaker, house cleaner, food prep, and sugar daddy. Brad scheduled more and more frequent parties for us, showing off our big place.

And, once we moved, the sex was totally cut off.

One night, we had a big poker party and Brad was very Oscar Madison to my Felix Unger. Everyone got totally pissed drunk and blacked out. I awoke in my bathroom on the floor with Brad and this smokin' hot married guy, all of us wearing only our t-shirts, the floor covered in drunken piss. I don't know how we got in there, or why we were all mostly naked. The married guy and I ended up in my bed together, still naked. Nothing sexual happened, but Brad was angry - he accused me of trying to manipulate the situation to get into the married guy's shorts.

The lease was up for renewal, and I arranged to move myself into a one bedroom apartment on the property. The lease was solely in my name where we were. One Saturday morning, the movers showed up to move me across the courtyard, and Brad and the room mate were both stunned .. "What's happening?"

"We're moving. You both have until the end of the day tomorrow to find a place to go."

Brad continued to work at the ******** company as a stripper for a while - and then went back into retail. He lived on property a couple of buildings away, so I saw him every once in a while.

I asked him to repay me for all of the financial support I had given him, and we fought over that for a while. Finally, he paid me a small portion of what I had asked for. After that, we had nothing further to say to each other, and he's now living up in the Dallas area. We haven't spoken for more than twenty years.

 

[drdivo]

Chaz was a guy I ran into in a Yahoo chatroom, back when those were the place to hang out, internetically. So, more than six years ago.

I hit Chaz up for conversation based on his amazing dick pic, which looked huge, was dripping .. well, jizz, and generally looked yummy. He was very open to talking about everything and anything, and confessed he'd never had sex with a man, but had certainly thought about it a time or two.

Chaz was a horn dog de-lux. Frequently, I'd be barely awake in the morning, slurping on a first mug o'joe, and he'd be performing a jack off cam show as he was about to head off to work. Most of our conversations were at night, though, late at night, and he'd tell me about his room mate (who was a geeky kind of a guy with a huge penis with whom he had had M-F-M three way sex, but no M-M touchy) and his curiosity about being penetrated.

Which is, of course, my very favorite subject. "Str8" men who want to find out about being penetrated.

He lived in Beantown, which is about 180 miles west of here, and said he was going to get over here to Houston some day.

He finally did that. He popped over to the apartment, and he was as nervous as a cat walking through a posse of pit bulls. Well, a cocktail or two and my cock was penetrating his very tight, very responsive tail.

He's a small guy, is Chaz, and driving in too deeply would cause him a lot of pain. But, he soldiered on, and blasted a huge load.

He moved here shortly after that, and we hooked up only a time or two - he was out on the west side, and working a job that didn't meet up with my schedule. Plus, he was really more of a str8 bisexual guy (now, before he met me, he was just str8 with curiousity) but, he began to discover he liked poking and spanking boy butt.

Last time I saw him, he had bought some wooden paddles for a smokin' hot lad he was diddling on a regular basis, and he had two extras. He came by and we hung out and chatted for a long time. He's a great guy. We've talked often about tag teaming a bottom together, but he's now moved away from Houston and is bored out of his mind in a small town in the hills north and west of here.

 

[drdivo]

Well, inside the ex-navy, anyway...

Steve was a guy I met online, too. Married, had had his dick sucked a few times, had plowed a few manholes. Was curious about getting penetrated, and as we've established, that's the best present in my Christmas stocking.

I didn't have to chat him up for very long before he was driving over to the apartment for his de-flowering. Of course, the "understanding" was that I'd let him have mine after I had his.

Yeah, huh.

Steve showed up at the door, and he was .. wow. Wow. He is a short guy, stocky and sturdily built. Gorgeous silver and blond hair, handsome face - wow - that face. Beautiful eyes, huge shoulders, big arms. Late 30s. We got him out of his clothes, and his body was very nice, not appearing in a porn magazine anytime soon, but very, very nice.

He was pretty nervous, but he was also totally turned on. His dick was small - I mean SMALL, but it was hard as titanium and ready for action. I just kept thinking of the movie "9 Dead Gay Guys," in which the "Queen" announced that anything "less than four" is just damned painful. Especially when it's hard enough to cut diamond.

Lube up, relaxed a bit and inside him, Steve went haywire. I mean, his brain short circuited. He was moaning and yelling, his whole body was twitching - and then he came.

Never mind what cum shots you've seen in the movies. Never mind how you shot up past your shoulder when you were 13.

This boy shot across the room. From the middle of the bed, where his body was at a diagonal with his head toward the wall and the window next the headboard, he creamed across his belly, chest, shoulders, hair, face - hit the pillow, the headboard, the WALL and the drapes.

Holy smokes!

He was embarrassed. I was amused. We did it a second time. He didn't have the same Olympic jizz performance, but he sure came a bucketload.

Never saw him again. He made about ten engagements with me to hook up, and blew me off every time. Kept running into him on gay.com and other websites, and talked to him some.

So, was he str8 when I got him? Not exactly, but he was clearly still living and defining himself that way. He's most memorable for his mountain topping cum shot, how handsome he is, and being a total jerk after.

 

[drdivo]

I have since given up parking my happy ass online, looking for someone to connect with. I have dozens of friends on IM around the world, I have my political and news blogs to keep me entertained, and there are the fun and frisky stories I can read online here and there. About VW Phaetons, and tweaking the stereo in the car I have, and well, sometimes, sex.

But, back in the day - seven or so years ago, I was wandering around the Yahoo chatrooms at night. On dial up. Yeah, it was a different world.

Yahoo had chatrooms back then (I haven't been back to see in years, so it all could have changed) that were arranged by sexual orientation, by sexual activity, by city, and so on. I usually hung out in the Houston rooms (for adults) because there were usually straight guys to hunt, and I already knew all the homos.

And, as Chaz' story reveals, I'm a sucker for a great dick pic. No pun intended.

And here comes this guy - I've forgotten his name, now, but his handle used the word "Curious." And he had a HUGE dick that had the most unusual shape - it was very thin at the base, it got fatter and fatter as it moved out the shaft, and the head was enormous. It was just captivating to look at.

Of course, I had to hit him up for the chat.

"What does it mean, you're curious?"

So, this one wasn't ENTIRELY straight either - he's been allowing for blowjobs since he was in the service at least ten years earlier. And, he was married with several kids and another horny bastard.

And he was getting no where with the ladies that night.

Soooo, he asked me if I was willing to blow him. Well, hell, I just wanted to see that monster live and up close, so I invited him over.

He was also very, very handsome, stocky, little belly, and great legs and an awesome, round ass. And that dick! It had its own zip + four!

Yeah, I gave him a little head. He made it clear he wasn't queer, and he wasn't going to do anything to assist me in my efforts to get off. Well, a little lube and my puppeteer magic finger got his stiffy twitching, and he confessed that occasionally a lady had used a dildo on him, and he had always been curious about having a cock in him.

NOW we're talking.

Before you could say "Mary Francis," he was on the receiving end, and he was loving it.

From that evening, he was a daytime visitor at least twice a week - came over, stripped down, hands and knees, fuck me daddy. He'd blast off at least twice while he was getting fucked, usually without touching his giant knob.

Then, he gets a job transfer to Dallas. Phooey. Not like it was ever going to be love, but he was fun with conversation and riding his butt was one of life's grander pleasures. He also got caught by his wife. With another woman, the wife had no idea about his other interests.

So, short leash, off to Dallas, that was pretty much the end of that. Or, was it?

You see, there was reserve duty - once a month. In Houston. Over a weekend.

Back to regular visitation! Now, it's at night, after duty, and after a few cocktails...

With a few drinks in him, he became more and more interested in activities other than presenting himself for inspection and mounting. One night, he was knocking at my door after 11, staggering drunk. That was the first night he sucked cock, and I must say he was pretty damned good at it. He didn't want to finish, though, because he needed that itch scratched.

The last time I saw him, he was pretty toasty, and when I entered his ass, his nuts unloaded right there on the spot. Ka-Blam - thanks, you'll be laundering these sheets today. He came twice more before we were through.

I hadn't really thought much about him after that - removed from the geography, tied to a tree in the backyard. Then, a few weeks ago, I got an IM from him out of no where. Divorcing, has a girlfriend now - in Houston, no less! Oh, but he can't play anymore. Has to keep the new girlfriend.

Okay, well, you didn't contact me to ask me for my turtle soup recipe, mister.

Yesterday, he hit me up again on IM. He LIVES here again, he's single, except for that girlfriend issue. And, he says we'll be getting back together again.

 

[Kyanimal]

Just a "note", Guys!

The "Chaz" He's talking about isn't Me!!

Kinda wish it was, though ...

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz