This is how we celebrated William's birthday.

I had chamomile tea and a cock poke out of a hole in a wall. How quaint.

"I want to show you how far I've come" Will said, "this was my life...and I want to show you how I managed to save this part of my heart for you."

And yes, it was pretty remarkable. Men were all around us silent and aloof.

Then there were the booths. Inside, pornos were playing. And to your left and right were various holes in the wall.

Peaking through, one could see other men jacking off or looking straight back at you. YIESHK.

Sometimes if you were lucky, a giant arm would reach through and try to grab you!

And you wouldn't believe how many cocks came probing at me through holes. My man and I laughed, of course.

This was pure sexuality. This stripped any meaning completely. No bullshit. No beguiling barstool hook-ups.

Just a bunch of cocks and mouths. It was neat! It made me think. It showed me how far I easily could have gone had I followed that life of brazen sexuality.

But I'd rather "make love", thank you very much. I'm not interested in flippancy. Only meaning now.