KrisParr

I was a probation officer for several years as I worked my way through grad school. I carried a very impressive badge that was housed inside a flip-top leather case. One time when I went on a “date” (wink, wink) I inadvertently left my badge inside my jacket pocket. And within a few minutes of arriving at my date’s place, when I took off the jacket, the badge fell out onto the floor and flipped open. The poor dude about had a heart attack. It was a mood killer for sure, and it took some effort to convince him that my arrest powers were for juveniles only. My dates during this time were always in far-away places.

A business trip took me to the Hyatt on Gay Street (seriously) in Knoxville, TN. The Rooftop Bar wasn’t busy at all, so I mostly drank my supper with some snacks. The hunky good-old-Southern-boy bartender was cute as could be and we struck up a nice chat while watching a ballgame - this was some time ago. Anyhow, it was getting late, and I was getting more intoxicated. The bartender actually suggested I slow down a bit, and said he’d be ending his shift soon if I needed anything. Hint, hint. There was definitely some chemistry and vibes which was odd since I was old enough to be his father. Fast forward, he’s telling me goodbye and I told him I’d walk out with him. We got near the elevator and he pushes the up button. I smiled and said, huh? The door opens, we get on and he pushes the 4 button. How’d you know that? Dude, you signed the bar tab. So we made it to my room, played a little grab-ass and the rest is sort of a memorable blur. I do remember a lot of wrestling around on the bed and he woke me up when he was leaving. Had two more nights of fun and games with him before I had to go home. Nice memories. Oh yeah, I do tip very well.

April, 1992. Hyatt Regency, Chicago, room 810. Found an ad in a gay newspaper. His name was “Gus” and he was a college student. I called, he immediately answered. He arrived in about 30 minutes. I had no idea what to expect. Knock on the door. Average-looking Italian guy with scruffy beard  and curly hair. Wearing a leather jacket and jeans. Sigh. He needed to use the bathroom, and came out with his stiff cock exposed. I gave him oral and we eventually lost all our clothes. He kissed like no one I’d ever had - deep, warm and delicious. He flipped over and I entered him. And in about 3 pumps, it was all over. There was absolutely no way I could slow down or stop. So, out of courtesy, I finished him off orally, which didn’t take much time either. Drained and satisfied, I gave him the hundred bucks plus twenty. We had one final quick kiss and away he went. Elapsed time probably less than 20 minutes. Omg, so this is my new hobby! 

Andrew … sigh. I drove 5 hours to Peoria once to spend a Tuesday evening with him. Amazing man in every way possible. Funny, kind, hot as F, creative, and me made feel like a rock star. I offered a generous tip which he politely refused saying it was too much. He finally accepted half, and proceeded to reward me with yet another orgasmic drenching of man juice.

Ya know, there are many different types of people in the world. Some are amazing, some are kind, some are thoughtful. Some are musicians, some are accountants. Some are actors. Some are con artists. Some have no integrity.  Some are assholes. Ok, class. Which of these types are we looking at? Oh yes, some can be multiple types rolled into one. Please write your answers clearly and be sure your name is on your paper.  Good luck.  Class dismissed.

Reminds me of the hot guy I met at a leather bar. He was wearing knee high boots and was a good 3 inches taller than me. When we got to my apartment and the boots came off, either he also had lifts in his boots or I was so fucked up, but anyhow, he “dropped” in height considerably. But he was a fun ride.

Ya know, there are many different types of people in the world. Some are amazing, some are kind, some are thoughtful. Some are musicians, some are accountants. Some are actors. Some are con artists. Some have no integrity.  Some are assholes. Ok, class. Which of these types are we looking at? Oh yes, some can be multiple types rolled into one. Please write your answers clearly and be sure your name is on your paper.  Good luck.  Class dismissed.

Ya know, there are many different types of people in the world. Some are amazing, some are kind, some are thoughtful. Some are musicians, some are accountants. Some are actors. Some are con artists. Some have no integrity.  Some are assholes. Ok, class. Which of these types are we looking at? Oh yes, some can be multiple types rolled into one. Please write your answers clearly and be sure your name is on your paper.  Good luck.  Class dismissed.

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I once did all the above, and something told me to run his “real name” (which was simple to find) through the state’s “MyCase” court system. The guy had several convictions and the most recent was a DV and assault charge. Uh oh …

I once did all the above, and something told me to run his “real name” (which was simple to find) through the state’s “MyCase” court system. The guy had several convictions and the most recent was a DV and assault charge. Uh oh …

Disgusting.  OSU should admit the harm they allowed.  But sounds like they won't.
So terrible. 
 

 

“Surviving Ohio State” on HBO - sex abuse scandal. If you ever wondered about Congressman Jim Jordan, this will erase all doubts. Sickening.

“Surviving Ohio State” on HBO - sex abuse scandal. If you ever wondered about Congressman Jim Jordan, this will erase all doubts. Sickening.

Are there any "great singers" out there today ? Ive heard that Stefani Germanotta does actually know how to sing...but who else ? Can't think of anyone. Meanwhile I would totally fuck Benson Boone whether or not he can sing. 

https://youtu.be/vL19WbWOxag?si=_nc1Wo27l0ietPwL
Funny, cute, and he can wash my car anytime. 

My “go to”  masseur guy always met me at the door in a jock, a smile, and a long, deep throat kiss. Bam! Every fucking time.

My “go to”  masseur guy always met me at the door in a jock, a smile, and a long, deep throat kiss. Bam! Every fucking time.

My “go to”  masseur guy always met me at the door in a jock, a smile, and a long, deep throat kiss. Bam! Every fucking time.

I was a probation officer for several years as I worked my way through grad school. I carried a very impressive badge that was housed inside a flip-top leather case. One time when I went on a “date” (wink, wink) I inadvertently left my badge inside my jacket pocket. And within a few minutes of arriving at my date’s place, when I took off the jacket, the badge fell out onto the floor and flipped open. The poor dude about had a heart attack. It was a mood killer for sure, and it took some effort to convince him that my arrest powers were for juveniles only. My dates during this time were always in far-away places.