I’ve been in the sack with several country boys in my lifetime, guys who wore ball caps and blue jeans and rarely wore shirts. The guy to the left here reminds me of one country boy in particular. His name was Dexter. I met him through a straight friend and I assumed Dexter was straight too.
The day after I met him he was knocking on my door around ten at night, a little drunk on beer and ready for a tumble in the bedroom. What a handful he was, and a total bottom. Of course he was totally closeted, but he kept coming by on a regular basis for about a year, until he enlisted in the military. I haven’t heard from him since and probably never will.
Dexter, where are you today?
I had a great workout and lap-swimming session at the YMCA and then I hit Home Depot for bags of mulch and a sprinkler head I’ll use to repair a broken head in my watering system. Now I’m home and ready for a quiet evening alone. Have a great Wednesday night, friends.