I'm not a fag. So why was I hard from that hand playing with my ass in the crowded elevator? And who hacked my email at work to ask if I'd had a hardon? He told me not to wear underwear the next day. Bullshit. I always wore briefs. But I didn't. And he played with me again. And now he says I have to go to a video arcade at lunch, and wait for his dick to come through the hole. Bullshit. I won't. Will I?
When I woke up and eventually dragged myself out of bed on this New Year 's Day, I hadn't planned on writing a short story. But that's what happened, and here we are. A young man in his early twenty's, desperate for companionship, unexpectedly finds some company when he goes swimming. The meeting leads to the young man finding out more about himself and his desires.
I was inspired by the opening premise of Oliver Twist’s excellent “My double life as a whore,” where a surprise meeting in a hotel bar leads to many other things, to recount my own true story of my recent hotel bar adventure.