For me, it was in Nashville at a little dive bar. The country singer on the stage had tight blue jeans on. I accused him of stuffing his pants for the bulging specimen before me was something of greek mythology. He gets tired of me belligerently pointing to his bulge and saying BS. He approaches me, my heart is pounding with excitement at this point - he then unzips and this thing pops out like a worm firecracker, endlessly rolling out of his pants - my immediate reaction was to slap the foreign beast, "the hell away from me" I exclaimed! I made contact with it, bare. I'm guessing this was 50% homo. Thoughts on that percentage?
