Devin is a pal of mine. We once wrestled mostly nude in the surf at a resort in the Caribbean. It was sort of like when those two cartoon dogs are eating spaghetti and they realize they're eating the same piece, which brings them snout to snout.
Devin and I came snout to snout in that surf, but as far as i remember there wasn't any spaghetti around.
See, we were out swimming in the beach, and there were these big waves that would knock you clean off your feet. It was fun, but neither of us expected the end result would be a bizarre homosexual encounter. One particular wave came crashing in, and it knocked me into him, or him into me, and we both got flipped over a few times. Next think you know it's just like this.
Devin and I never spoke of it again.
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