Masturbate Fantasy #133
Journal entry August 2nd.
In San Francisco attending a boring but necessary 3 day seminar. The city is alive, bustling! Good restaurants. Staying at an above average hotel with many gays around. What else would I expect? Nursing a cold draft beer in the comfortable lounge. At a nearby glass top table I notice the two black men. Well dressed, handsome. Sitting close. One is bald, the other huskier sporting dreadlocks. Rising to leave they hold hands. The bald one winks at me. I smile.
Please, I silently ask. Invite me along.
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"Hello. I'm Andrew or just Drew." His fingers are delicate, moist palm. His smile is genuine and inquisitive.
"Hi. I'm Don." My grip is firm, friendly and equally inquisitive.
"This is my partner Randy." He nods courteously.
"We...ah noticed you. And were wondering if you'd...ah if you'd care to join us for a drink upstairs?" We all exchange furtive glances but feel a certain connection within this lonely lounge.
"Love to." The elevator was empty and cozy and the piped in music corny as always. Room #445 is spacious and smells of incense.
"I'm going to take a shower," Randy announced, "You two can get acquainted." Lightly bussing Drew's cheek and mouth.
Andrew's eyes sparkled offering the lit joint. Don toked greedily, inhaling the sweet cannabis. They sat on the wide couch smoking and chatting amiably about themselves.
"This was my idea," He confessed, "Inviting you up. I think you're wicked cute."