I was back in West Hollywood for my friend Larry's annual Oscar party. On March 25th, the night before, Lane and Randall the Muscle Bear with the Pierced Penis took me out to all our old haunts: Bodhi Tree, Different Light, the French Quarter, the Gold Coast, and the Faultline.
But we never made it to the Faultline.
I was struck by a twink sitting at the bar in the Gold Coast. A little shorter than me, broad shoulders, very handsome round face with sandy hair and glasses, kind of a Harry Potter look except for the lumberjack shirt.
I sat next to him. He said "Howdy, pardner," and held out his hand to be shaken.
I made a quip about Hogwarts. He countered with a quip about Lemony Snicket's Unfortunate Events.
Our legs pressed together under the bar. "Can I buy you another beer?" I asked.
"Heck, I'll buy you a beer. I'll buy everybody a beer. Drinks are on me!"
"Well, I don't really drink."
"A virgin margarita, then. You have to let me buy you something. I can afford it. I'm Harvey, and I'm always going to be Harvey, no matter what they say!"
Was that name supposed to mean something? All I could think of was Harvey the Giant Rabbit in the James Stuart movie.
"Ok, Harvey, a Coke will be fine."
He seemed a little soused, but not unbearably so. I reached out, unbuttoned a couple of buttons of his lumberjack shirt, and slid my hand down to feel his firm, hairy chest. Few twinks have that much hair -- I was hooked!
I reached down and groped him.
Nice bulge. Maybe an 8-incher beneath the belt. I was even more hooked!
"Hey!" Harvey exclaimed. "This place is dead! Let's go to the Rage!"
The notoriously noisy twink bar? But I was over 23
"Well, I'm here with my friends. We were going to the Faultline. We're a little old for the Rage."
"Nonsense. You're with me. Harvey can open every door."
The Rage was only a few blocks from our old apartment. Maybe it would be fun.
It wasn't. The music was blaring, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and poppers, and there were swarming munchkins everywhere. It was uncomfortable for everyone, especially the bears I dragged along.
They sat at one of the little round tables, Lane with a soda and Randall with a beer, while Harvey and I danced. Or did whatever swaying movements we could with the press of gyrating twinks.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Randall.
"Hey, either seal the deal and let's go home and screw," he yelled, trying to make himself understood over the roar, "Or drop this twink and let's go home and screw!"
"Ok, ok." I took Harvey by the hand and led him to a dark area where couples went to kiss.
"What do you want to do now?" he asked, grinning.
"What do you think?" I put my arms around him, and we started kissing. He allowed only a brief kiss-- not very impressive. I reached down and groped him again. His Kielbasa became aroused, but he didn't t grope me in return.
A bit cool, but I was too into him to notice. "Let's go back to my place. I'm staying in my friends' guest room."
He seemed a little soused, but not unbearably so. I reached out, unbuttoned a couple of buttons of his lumberjack shirt, and slid my hand down to feel his firm, hairy chest. Few twinks have that much hair -- I was hooked!
I reached down and groped him.
Nice bulge. Maybe an 8-incher beneath the belt. I was even more hooked!
"Hey!" Harvey exclaimed. "This place is dead! Let's go to the Rage!"
"Well, I'm here with my friends. We were going to the Faultline. We're a little old for the Rage."
"Nonsense. You're with me. Harvey can open every door."
The Rage was only a few blocks from our old apartment. Maybe it would be fun.
It wasn't. The music was blaring, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and poppers, and there were swarming munchkins everywhere. It was uncomfortable for everyone, especially the bears I dragged along.
They sat at one of the little round tables, Lane with a soda and Randall with a beer, while Harvey and I danced. Or did whatever swaying movements we could with the press of gyrating twinks.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Randall.
"Hey, either seal the deal and let's go home and screw," he yelled, trying to make himself understood over the roar, "Or drop this twink and let's go home and screw!"
"Ok, ok." I took Harvey by the hand and led him to a dark area where couples went to kiss.
"What do you want to do now?" he asked, grinning.
"What do you think?" I put my arms around him, and we started kissing. He allowed only a brief kiss-- not very impressive. I reached down and groped him again. His Kielbasa became aroused, but he didn't t grope me in return.
A bit cool, but I was too into him to notice. "Let's go back to my place. I'm staying in my friends' guest room."
More after the break. Caution: Explicit
