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Funny As Fuck
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Gay Male / 59
Gone Queer I'm Moving To Roatan To Be With My Buddy Jack
I'm leaving on a jet plane, ok I can't sing. But I am leaving on an airplane. Going to Roatan to settle down with a buddy of mine, and some offshore fishing. Jack and I met when we both were part of thin blue line in Atlanta, before all the craziness started to happen. We found that we had a love for fishing, offshore on a great big boat, and love of the surf and sun. Jack moved to Roatan several years ago, before the pandemic and all that and set himself up as a private security consultant. He has quite a customer list, lots of big money vacation there.
Halfway through our career, at a time we were both going through divorce, we roomed together. There was alcohol, but never any smoking stuff, long nights getting drunk and pissed at our wives for leaving us. I know now that they also suffered from burnout, but walking out on a cop is no fun for the cop. During those days we were rooming together we experimented, let's say. If the ladies liked, there must be something to like about it and the next thing you know we are swallowing cock . Good stuff by the way, don't knock till you tried it stuff, once you suck cock you're a cocksucker sort of stuff.
We navigated with it, and at one point we started going to this bar that had a reputation and being cops we were able to pick out the Johns and the service oriented types. Usually young guys and the Johns old farts looking to get laid. Damn there must be something to that and we tried by picking up a couple of young guys, they said they were going to college but that's a lie, they were a couple of queer whores is what they were. Well we tried it but frankly it didn't go well. We laid back and gave each other a BJ and went to sleep. Tried it, didn't like it.
Jack got invited to Roatan by a guy he moonlit for and he came back telling me that's where he was moving. Next thing I know he's given back his badge and he takes retirement and he is off to Roatan and with the help of his buddy he starts this outfit giving security advise. I go down to see how it's going, he walks me around the local bars and shows me the putos waiting to be picked up. How about that, he says, all low hanging fruit. If you like putos. But to tell the truth, a skinny over tanned guy in a speedo doesn't do it for me, no I was more into Jack's cock and I told him so. We spent four days, a couple of them fishing, and he asked me to come down and partner with him in the security advisory services.
That's why I'm a jet plane. I turned in my badge back in 2018, but stayed in town so I could see my sons. They are now in college and don't hang around, so I took up Jack on his offer. I'm going to Roatan, and some sharp eyed cop is going to say, see those two guys, their queer and their a couple. It's the body language, the look in the eyes, the familiarity that gives it away. Or maybe they will have a slick dick with a camera snooping around and catch me with Jack's cock in my mouth. I'm ok with that. I told my wife I'd gone queer and me and Jack were settling down.
Halfway through our career, at a time we were both going through divorce, we roomed together. There was alcohol, but never any smoking stuff, long nights getting drunk and pissed at our wives for leaving us. I know now that they also suffered from burnout, but walking out on a cop is no fun for the cop. During those days we were rooming together we experimented, let's say. If the ladies liked, there must be something to like about it and the next thing you know we are swallowing cock . Good stuff by the way, don't knock till you tried it stuff, once you suck cock you're a cocksucker sort of stuff.
We navigated with it, and at one point we started going to this bar that had a reputation and being cops we were able to pick out the Johns and the service oriented types. Usually young guys and the Johns old farts looking to get laid. Damn there must be something to that and we tried by picking up a couple of young guys, they said they were going to college but that's a lie, they were a couple of queer whores is what they were. Well we tried it but frankly it didn't go well. We laid back and gave each other a BJ and went to sleep. Tried it, didn't like it.
Jack got invited to Roatan by a guy he moonlit for and he came back telling me that's where he was moving. Next thing I know he's given back his badge and he takes retirement and he is off to Roatan and with the help of his buddy he starts this outfit giving security advise. I go down to see how it's going, he walks me around the local bars and shows me the putos waiting to be picked up. How about that, he says, all low hanging fruit. If you like putos. But to tell the truth, a skinny over tanned guy in a speedo doesn't do it for me, no I was more into Jack's cock and I told him so. We spent four days, a couple of them fishing, and he asked me to come down and partner with him in the security advisory services.
That's why I'm a jet plane. I turned in my badge back in 2018, but stayed in town so I could see my sons. They are now in college and don't hang around, so I took up Jack on his offer. I'm going to Roatan, and some sharp eyed cop is going to say, see those two guys, their queer and their a couple. It's the body language, the look in the eyes, the familiarity that gives it away. Or maybe they will have a slick dick with a camera snooping around and catch me with Jack's cock in my mouth. I'm ok with that. I told my wife I'd gone queer and me and Jack were settling down.
