When I was living in Florida, I got cruised by a guy in the Publix Supermarket. He said he was a friend of my ex, Wade the Beach Boy. So naturally I called Wade to "get the dirt."
Wade said that he was very nice, with a very nice physique, but they were incompatible. He wouldn't go into details.
Intrigued, I accepted the date.
The rest of the story is too risque for Boomer Beefcake and Bonding. You can read it on Tales of West Hollywood.
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