What’s better than a cold beer after a long day of manual labor? A hard dick. Or a tight hole. I’m not really picky in that department so long as everyone has a good time and gets off. The problem is finding a hard dick in the middle of December, more so with a solid foot of snow on the ground when you live in a small town with exactly one bar that isn’t even open on Tuesday after eleven. Anyone who might be interested in a no strings hookup is exhausted by actually having to be an adult on…