First impressions

I went out for a friend's birthday dinner on Saturday night, and got seated across from the only other poofter at the table.

Of course.

And I instantly disliked him.

Of course.

A 19 year-old, retail queen, super skin tight jeans, super camp. Everything I hate about gay men was wrapped up in this twinky little package.

All the women at the table loved him. He was just so fabulously entertaining - apparently. I was doing my best to flirt with the waiter while ignoring the girly talk opposite me.

As the evening wore on, and the wine flowed into me, I was barely able to contain my disdain for this man-boy. He still lives at home, he works two shifts a week at Tarocash at the DFO... seriously, what is attractive about you?

I disliked this man so much I did the only reasonable thing - I bought him home and let him pleasure me. Anally. Several times.

It appears him redeeming factor is his massive dick.

Moral of the story - twinks sometimes have big doodles? Or maybe first impressions don't always count. Or maybe anal sex is fun.

Yeah. The last one.