On location

This post over at Land of the Bat reminds me of last Sunday*. I was on a giagantic bike ride and after about twenty miles or so I was parched. The city had not yet turned on the municipal drinking fountains. I bought some Gatorade and chugged it while walking around the cruising area in that one spot of the river bottoms. No leaves on the trees yet and with the bright hot sun it was like this arid desert, an elephant graveyard, and all the guys were just kind of wandering around in the bare sun and totally exposed.

I met this cute boy named Angel. He was latino, born in Texas but grew up in Mexico. Said he was bi and invited me to his friend's pool this summer.

We found a secluded spot and he was feeling me up. He said he had just come from work at a bindery and his crotch was smelly so he wouldn't let me take his dick out.

He was sucking me and we heard a crashing in the brush and he jumped up quickly but it was only a wild turkey lumbering around.

He was going down on me again when we heard more noises, only this time it was a big fat man wearing a tiny black bikini brief walking barefoot along the wet sand at the edge of the water, wildly scanning the opposite shore.

Angel gave me his phone number and made me promise to call him.

*except mine really happened