Going on vacation is fun and although crawling the coffee shops might not seem like fun to you, it works for me. It is an awful lot more cultured and more safe than gay bars. In any case I am not much of a drinker and coffee is my poison of choice. You would surprised at how many gay boys feel the same.
I recon that hanging out at a coffee bar is safer than a night club, and you attract a better class of person. You never know at a night club if you are going to pick up “rent” boy who is a drug user, and these days you have to be safe, you don’t want to “pick up” anything else either.
Finding a Gay Sex Partner hanging out in the right place is just as easy as finding one when you hang out in the wrong places and its also much safer.
This year I decided to vacation in Maine, not an overtly gay state, but picturesque enough to attract the type I was looking for and I hit pay dirt. I booked and paid, took off to enjoy a stay in a historic guest house, and watch the autumn leaves fall while I sampled some of Maine’s best coffee and the hottest guy in the state.
The coffee shop dude was the owner and the moment we made eye contact, we knew, he was gorgeous Hello I didn’t even have to come on to him, the entire time I was sitting there, he pandered to my every whim, introducing him self to me as Dick, what a convenient name We arranged to meet after he closed up shop.
Dick was his name and it doesn’t get more appropriate than that. It actually sounds twee, it was such an appropriate name. He collected me at 10pm, skipped any niceties and suggested we go and “fuck” at his house. “perfect” I thought
How God managed to send someone so perfect for me on my vacation is beyond me. Everything about him was fabulous, from the way he slammed me against the wall and kissed me, to the way he pressed his hard cock into me.
I thought “ooh, he likes it rough does he?” and he did, turning me around and squeezing my package to arouse me. His hands were everywhere, in, my crotch, at my throat, in my ass crack, he was like an insatiable octopus. Probing, prying and poking me in every crease he could find.
I am not going to go into anymore detail, mostly because I haven’t got the space for it. But let it be said Dick is now one of my favorite names and Maine is definitely one of my favorite states. I didn’t see a lot of the “fall”, but I got a lot of fresh air and exercise.
Dick made really good coffee too, and from one coffee connoisseur to another, if you ever get out Maine, ask for “Dick” place. Enjoy some great hospitality in a really great state, it is beautiful in the fall.
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