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6-29-2002 - 01:20 .
We all Scream for Ice Cream We're driving home from the Royal's Game. Big exciting win for the boys in blue, 14-10 over the Padres. Sweeney is now AL batting champ and has a HR in last 4 games. Top is down on the Miata and it's a hot, sultry summer's night. We decide to take a little spin thru the cruisey part of the park. You know the place, there's one in every city. It's where boys go to meet other boys for a little slap and tickle in the woods. We're not going for sex, of course. We are just going to see who's out and about on this fine June evening. Ok, don't believe me The joint is jumpin'! Young men, old men, twinks, daddies. Fat, thin, black, white and brown. There are some professionals and some species of chicken that looks like he just got off the bus from Topeka. Sexual energy is as heavy as the Midwestern humidity. Predator glances, a leer, a slight tilt of the head to indicate that you should follow the big bad wolf into the forest so he can devour the goodies you have in your basket I am totally digging the hot M4M action, laughing and joking with my boys, when the ice cream man drives up. Lights blinking on the truck and a tinny rendition of Beethoven's 'Ode to Joy' filling the air. Squealing men and boys pour out of the woods, waving their money and start lining up. A new kinda lust is kindled. The lust for frozen novelties. Some of them start running for the truck before they have completely finished rezipping up and are tripping over their jeans. Jokes are being cracked about fellating a bomb pop or a Nutty Buddy. Deep throating skills are demonstrated to an appreciative crowd. I get a Klondike Bar, Michael has soft lemonade. Ray ignores the double entrendre and goes for that Nutty Buddy. The enterprising Good Humor man makes a fortune Ahhh Hot Time, Summer in the City -
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