Wonkette has an exclusive new chapter in the romance novel that stars Sen. Larry Craig. A choice bit from the story (emphasis mine):
When we got to what reminded me of a rarely used guest room, he stripped me down, and the man’s hands and mouth were all over me. He kept his pants on, though, while laying me back on the bed to suck my cock. Then, he stripped naked and asked me to suck him. I complied for a while, then he disappeared and returned with lube and a condom to fuck me me with. It was a clumsy and unremarkable fuck, except that I wasn’t clean and he was frantic about not getting my shit on anything. Still, he blew his load, ripped the dirty condom off and ordered me to get dressed without wiping myself. He hurried me to the back door, again ranting, ‘You were never here. You don’t know me. Right?’
How romantic!
Of course, it’s not supposed to be; one night stands that start at a sex club rarely are. But if the story is true, and I truly doubt it isn’t all things considered, it reinforces (to me) what a hypocrite Craig is.
Incidentally, the good senator’s (Sorry, I can’t help but laugh when I write that.) choice of man meat that fateful night was David Phillips, bear extraordinaire and last year’s first runner-up in Metro Weekly’s Coverboy of the Year. I’ve seen him about at many a Bear Happy Hour here in town (when I went to them). So color me a bit surprised now that I’m two degrees of separation from Senator Dingbat.
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Yikes! I guess that means the rest of us (Brian and I for sure) are separated from the illustrious Senator by 3 degrees.
Oh my god. David’s partner is a close ‘friend’ of mine. This means that… oh god I can’t even say it.
Yeah… I’m uh, not discussing degrees at all. I think I might need a blog-sickness bag. :p