Recent Post: MONSTERS OF COCK MONSTERSOFCOCK was new to Seattle, having moved from New York, where his parents, both from Southern Spain, lived and worked. His father was a Moor, a North African from Morocco. His mother was a Catalan, who was raised in Grenada. His physique held the best characteristic of both cultures. He was about six-feet in height, with wiry, strong limbs. His shoulders and back possessed a powerful lightness that seemed to glide him as he walked. His jet-black hair was pony-tailed into a thick braid, twisted to perfection. Though I never did discover his age I am guessing he was about 35 years old. He dressed in loose fitting summer-weight hiking shorts and a skin tight tee-shirt that revealed his chest through the knit. His feet, which were immaculately clean, sported Kiva-style sandals. He was, through and through, an extremely erotic man.
I don't quite know what brought me to the next question I proffered to him, though running in the back of my mind was Al's oft repeated casual insistence that whatever I did would be fine with him (as long as I told him about it.) And so, on a whim, not cognizant why, but feeling absolutely certain, I said, "Would you like to come home with me?"
