I'm the Big Cock.

Yeah. You heard right the first time.

Name of ... Gayvid Edgar RaCock.

Occupation? Big Cock.

Occupation right now? Just having fun.

What a Castro Party that was. The poppers were a-poppin', the assless chaps a-slippin', the hot, salty tang of sweaty testosterone was hangin' heavy, in the fetid air.

I looked across the crowded bar, and my eyes met ... Stephen's.

He had a reptilian aura to him, and the kind of other-wordly presence that could captivate the heart, and ass, of a New Age Ass-Ended Meister. One that had seen and done things best not thought of.

I eased over to his stool.

"Tho", I lithped. "You're the 'Disclosure' guy they all talk about. The one who turned down two BEEEELION DOLLARS, to continue your exposure work?"

"That's me honey. And my remote viewing team told me I'd be meeting you, here at Chaps. I took the liberty of hiring a cab, to whisk us away to my leather fuck-pad, in 'Lower Bottoms', West Oakland. Shall we?"