A Friday with Bagelbuoy

Wanna hear about what I did Friday night? NOTE: I said what, not who!

Here we go:

So, anyway, I've come to the conclusion that alcohol and gay men are not a good mix. "Details, boyo", I hear you say. "Details!"

Let's just say that I went out on a "date" to see if me and this dude were compatible. You know, it's one of those sites where you have the option of not showing the face. He said his name was Erico, so I was thinking "Latino". Latino I can do. So, we're talking (before the date) and his voice isn't Latino and that fact that he's in dreadlocks makes it clear. Not Latino, just Ghetto. BLAH

So I meet him at one bar (named Q-Bar) and we have a drink, but that bar is boring and we move on. The next bar is Score, a gay sports bar of all things. We get our drinks, talk a bit, then see these two guys come in. Of course, we're checking out the asses (a, um, habit of mine) and we got a pic of them. LOL, it was so funny so see two guys, waving their camera phones around trying to get ass shots of these two other guys.

Now, of the two, I was focused on the tall, thin, flossy boy with a thick head of hair (a must for me). Erico was focused on the other, all like the first except shaved bald. We drool for a bit, then go out on the patio to enjoy the night air (it was in the 70s). Guess who follows us out. DELICIOUS! So, I position myself to, um, stare at my cutie. While we're talking, Erico is like, I can get their picture. LOL, riiight.

We're going to leave and I say, dude, you forgot the pic. Next thing I know he's gone after them. They're still on the patio whilst I sit at the front door. Then he comes back in with them, they pose, and BAM, I got me my picture. LOL, I wish I had the balls to do that, but I just wasn't drunk enough.

As we're leaving, Erico says, "They almost came over to talk to us. As much as we were checking them out, they were checking us out." Now, Erico ain't much to look at, unless you're into Ghetto, which I'm sure they were not. So I'm thinking they're checking me out and thinking, "What's that poor lil white boy doing with Ghetto??? Let's save and slave him!" OMG, I'm so bad.

Next stop is eXile. I haven't been there in a while, and I was right. Not someplace to hang out. We were there long enough for me to find small, dark, and studly, only for him to get away. So, Erico, me, and this guy go down the street to the Sunset bar. Um, GHETTO! We had a very overpriced, under liquored drink, then left.

Next stop, Tradewinds. Ah, a little piece of gay heaven floating just above the slime of the sewers. It's a nice place, just a bit creepy at times. So in we go, liquor up, and start browsing. Out on the patio we find out that the studly duo from Score has hiccuped their way to Tradewinds whilst we adventured. However, we only found the bald one, not my tasty lil hunk of manflesh.

So I start moving around when I bump into Scott, this guy I worked with over 10 years ago and sorta kinda had a crush on. This was before he came out, so all's good. We talked a minute, then we break off. Then I'm heading back inside and wooo, there's Scott again, with his partner of 7 years. BITCH! He comes out and finds his LTR in under a year. GAH!!!

Anyway, they're there with Trevor, who's having his birthday. SO, me being the giver that I am, I give him a b-day kiss. I thought that would be a good gift for someone I don't know. Evidently not. Next thing I know his hand is down my pants copping a feel. He did that 3 times in the course of 10 minutes. Somewhere along the line Scott disappeared, so I was entertaining Trevor (so much fun), when next thing I know SOMEONE ELSE'S hand is now down my pants. WTF! I turn around just in time to here Scott say, "Yay, I got to feel it too. Very nice, David!" LOL

So, I dance a bit, do a few jell-o shots, have fun. Then I go out to torment hot dog boy. He's a guy I know that runs a hot dog stand outside the bar. He's funny, witty, charming, and not much else. I love to torture him. Of course, as I'm doing that, I'm looking around and I see this dude walking up wearing sun glasses. I'm just looking at him, not thinking anything much, and he says, "I'm not going to tell you who I am."

WELL DUH! "I know exactly who you are, Tony. I just didn't expect to see you here." Hehehe, last time I saw him he was married and a successful realtor. I guess last time I did business with him (about 2004) he was still the above. During 2005 he came out, divorced his wife, got a nasty settlement, and has since been getting as much dick as he can. We talk for a bit as I walk to his car and, before he leaves, he says, "Here's my number, give me a call sometime and we'll have some fun."

I almost forgot how good I am at finding trouble to get into. Of course, that's not all that happened that night. I do remember what happened, but they're a little x-rated for a simple post. Let's just say that, somewhere in the night, the horny lil slut I keep locked up escaped his chains. There was this cute boy, some porn, and... :)

Um, wait. I lied. Let's just say the cute boy went away unsatisfied. No bareback with strangers, fucktard! The porn was still there, and I got off 3 times in two hours before I passed out. I really wanted to go for a record...

GODS, I shouldn't write about my adventures. Even I think I'm a slut.

A domani!