I wouldn’t say I was obsessed, but I did think about it often. From that day forward, I wanted to fuck him. His hair was still black, aside from the gray that had begun to appear at his temples. His muscles were well defined under his skin, and he had the sharp facial figures like a sculpture. He liked to do marathons and shit like that. My future father in law (lets call him Frank) was a runner. Joe and I had just started dating and we had gone to his parents house. From the moment I saw him, I wanted to fuck him. And that’s how it was with my father in law. Sometimes I dwell on them, and try to find out.
Is the fat old charge nurse into anal? What would that paramedic do if I asked him to piss on me? Would the clerk that checked me out at the store rim me if I went down on him? All of these and more race through my mind. I think about what kinky stuff they might be into. I think about how they would feel under my hands. So, Im going to be straight up for a second. People suggested I try writing something else so here you go. Some of you know have known me will recognize some of the people, but this is not how this actually happened.
