I love coffee shops, in fact when I visit a new town on vacation, the first thing I look up are the best coffee shops. There is a dual purpose in this, one, I love good coffee, and two, I am sure to find like minded gay boys who also love coffee, and hanging out too.
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.
I have vacationed all over the US, I intend to see every state before I die, and yes I will be going to Utah. This year, the letter “M” came up as I threw a dart at an alphabet chart, so Maine it was. The state is picturesque and it was autumn, so I couldn’t think of a nicer place to visit, the more picturesque the state has taught me by experience, the more picturesque the gay boys
Who would have thought that I would choose the perfect coffee shop on my arrival. It was providence I tell you, not the town, but the psychic thing. Mr. Right was there as though he had been waiting for me to arrive, and Mr. Right owned the trendy little coffee shop where I had decided to frequent. We got on l ike a house on fire, and arranged for him to collect me at my guest house.
10pm sharp, Dick arrived to fetch me, he was not in the mood for playing games, and as I got into the car he said “I don’t know about you, but let’s skip the foreplay and go to my place to fuck”. I was already turned on.
Everything about Dick was fabulous, his dick, his home, his coffee and his looks. From the minute we entered the door to his home, he was utterly charming, slamming me up against the wall with his hard cock pressed into the back of me.
He hardly got me inside the door when he pushed me up against a wall and thrust his tongue down my throat and his hand down the front of my pants, asking to see what I had hiding away from him. Dick has a dick to die for.
I haven’t got much space left to go into great detail, but Dick is my favorite boy from all the states I have seen in the US. I really hope the dart pierces in the “M” again next year, I enjoyed Maine. If it doesn’t I suppose I will have to take my lust wherever it leads me.
Vacations end, and so did mine, but it was nice while it lasted, Dick makes the best coffee in Maine, and I will return one day to sample some more of his wonderful hospitality.
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