Here goes carking, stepping in shit again. If you really think that all of the "straight" boys on
Broke Straight Boys are straight, I have some oceanfront property here in Ohio I would like to show you.
We've been over this before; it has long been a theory of mine, long before I even heard of Kinsey, there's really no such thing as straight. Virtually everyone falls somewhere in between straight and gay, to varying degrees. The mere existance of this site supports the fact that even the most self-proclaimed "straight" boys have some sugar in their tank. If a guy is really, totally one hundred percent grade A straight, there isn't a dollar amount in the world that would make him play hide the weinie. Period. Some say it is for the money. Bullshit. A "straight" boy would dig ditches for the money instead of plowing furrows on the futon.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. I love Nelson. He's quirky. He's ornery. He has a very vivid sexual imagination. He, like me, loves cock. Also, like me, he loves cum.
When I was younger, they sold chewing gum that had a liquid inside. We jokingly called it cum-gum. If they could market that with genuine semen inside, specifically Nelson's or Tyler's, to mention a couple, I would buy it. In fact, I think I will invent it. I'll call it Spunktene.
Of course, the clinical trials will be handled by yours truly. Any investors?