This sexual drought is killing me. I couldn’t tell if the waiter last night was flirting with me, my gaydar is totally on the fritz and I’ve even found myself getting turned on by much younger men.
This afternoon I leave for my vacation at the beach, and although I don’t expect there to be any romance, I am staying at a gay B&B in the heart of the gay district.
Last night I passed on a bunch of good fuck options for one in particular I really wanted… then he bailed on me at the last minute. At least there’s a good gloryhole I know about right around the corner.