A cold day in hell? How stupid is that? Its a 110 degrees in here and the place is packed with fevered spastic throbbing bodies. At best barely clad and that in tatters...residual ecstacy dripping from noses. KY jelly and trojan foils on every table, the music screaming from 40 speakers and the band on stage don't even need the mikes.
OK. a stupid name for the hottest fucking gay gathering place in the Bay area. Only thing stupider is me, the owner and only guy in the place without a hook-up.
Fucking Larry done it again.....I can just hear him...Paul, Paul I promise, we open a new club...a fresh start...a new chapter in our book of life. Please Paul, I promise.
Right, what a gullible moron....got a fucking bridge for sale I'm buying. OK..suck it up. Reality time. Never mind those tousled gold locks and deep sea green eyes. Forget his impish grin and muscled torso. So what if his voice makes your cock tingle and his can barely be contained in an oversize Speedo, virtually 10 inches of magic wand he uses like the fairy godfather he is.........
Or was, he lays here backstage bleeding out. the rich little bookworm has finally turned..eh, for me 20 years maybe more...or just a really really cold day in the cell and then the peace that comes in the after life.
---maybe I should stick to reading