The Viagra Bear
The Neighbor’s Hot Tub Creampie Show
The next time couldn’t come soon enough, but the wait was torture, every day dragging by, while Jim’s partner was away and mine was off dog-sitting. Finally, the timing locked in, a humid Friday night in San Diego, the kind where the air feels thick and heavy even after sunset. I packed light, an overnight bag with extra lube, a fresh towel, and that bottle of whiskey we both liked—knowing I wouldn’t be leaving until morn...
