The drive took only a couple minutes and my dick was rock hard just thinking about going to a gay bar. If you read my story "My Gay Friend" then know ...that this takes place when I was 21 not 17. I didn't know anyone else who is gay and my old friend was in jail for who knows what. So I pull into the bar at about 10:00 pm. The parking lot was one way in one way out with slanted parking spots. I picked one where I could see the entrance to the door in my rear view mirrors. The place was pretty. I invited her to go into the club with me. She demurred by saying, “But if you’ll take me to a place where I could buy some toot I’m yours for the rest of the night.” I passed on that invitation, thinking that it would be too much of a hassle and somewhat dangerous. Today? I’d have taken that hot trannie to Duluth if she had wanted. In Chicago I was cruising the arcade floor of the Ritz Theater on Wells Street one night when I caught sight of this older gray-haired gentleman wearing sweat pants. It was nice and thick, at least 8 inches long and had the most amazing shine on his cock head, a single drop of precum was oozing out as he stood there giving it a little jerk and grinning."Why don't you suck it, see if you're really gay chicken out champion material" he said with a wicked smirk, I don't know what it was but the possibility he could pull his cock away at the last second and be disgusted was negated by how unbelievably horny I was, I had to let my cock out first. I unzipped my. Yesterday, she threw hot coffe at an old lady. Haha. Gotta love Billie. Nothing. She said a little too fast. Billie. Vlad said in a warning voice. She sighed and looked at the ground. IaccidentallyscratchedVladimirscarthismorning. She said. Vladimir and I did a spit take. You what?! We asked her at the same time. She looked at us sheepishly. Im sorry. You know Im a klutz. It isnt even that big. She said. Vlad started rubbing his temples. It hurts. Aah, it hurts. He said, closing his eyes. Go.