How on earth do I describe Mark? He had to be one of the strangest yet most interesting guys I ever dated if you could call what we did date. All he wanted to do was hang out and party. Never wanted to go anywhere or do anything except party. Mark was a tall red head with even less inhibitions than myself and I didn’t have very many so I should have figured he’d be trouble. I first met him at Tim my friend and co-worker’s house. I was attracted to his intellect and I loved how tall he was at six feet two inches. I’ve always been more attracted to personality rather than looks so I thought I’d try to get to know him better.


He had a tendency to just blurt out the most inappropriate statements at any given time. It kind of made staying home and partying preferable to going out in public. He was also into experimenting with hard drugs a little too much for me though he never did enough to become addicted or to cause himself any problems. Experimenting with drugs to Mark was like doing a science project. He was really quite scientific about the whole thing researching his contraband to make sure he would use it properly to achieve the desired effect but never suffer the consequences of addition. I always liked a cocktail and a doobie but wanted nothing to do with heroin or cocaine or whatever else he might have. Sometimes I didn’t know what the heck he was on. He would offer me whatever the drug of choice was for the night but I wasn’t interested. There was however a fun little side effect to Mark getting shit faced on all that stuff. It made him very kinky! Sometimes he didn’t even remember what he did the night before.


Mark had a great big cock that was curved like a banana when he had a big boner.