After yet no luck on the gay apps, I sat on a bench at a small park in Ferndale, almost a half-hour north of Detroit. Since it was practically the gay city of Michigan, I hoped I’d have some kind of luck. It was surprisingly more cool than cold today, a bit warmer than typical, but I was still able to see people’s breaths a little bit. I wore a lighter coat than my main winter one. It was like the day had yelled at me to go out and f**k like the Energizer Bunny. That was the only plus side of not having a white Christmas this year.
My phone chimed with a text notification. I checked it and smiled at Juanito’s message that read, Hey, Alexito! Any luck with your hot culito? ;)
I quickly told him I’d just gotten here, and that my culito was more of a culón with my big porn-star ass, thank y
