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Originally published in PlayGuy magazine April, 2001

 

 

MESSAGE - EIGHT FORTY THREE P.M. - BEEP - "HEY, DUNCAN! IT'S ME, RANDY. ARE YOU THERE? WELL, LISTEN. THERE'S A PARTY GOING ON TONIGHT AND I'M GOING STRAIGHT FROM WORK, SO WHY DON'T YOU MEET ME THERE? IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU LEARNED HOW TO TAKE THE TRAIN BY YOURSELF ANYWAY. THE PARTY'S AT...UH, SOMEWHERE ON 27th STREET, I CAN"T FIND THE ADDRESS. JUST GET OFF THE TRAIN AND WALK A COUPLE OF BLOCKS, FOLLOW ALL THE CUTE BOYS. IF YOU GET LOST, CALL ME HERE AT THE RESTAURANT." - BEEP.     

I was really glad that Randy called. I'd been in the city 2 months now and hadn't gotten laid (except with Randy that one time, before we decided we'd be better off friends) and maybe I'd meet somebody at the party. I needed it bad. I'm eighteen and always horny. At the restaurant where Randy and I work I'm always popping a boner for delivery guys, customers, the bartender, practically everyone! Good thing I can hide it with my apron and tray. I grabbed my jacket and headed for the subway, praying there'd be an interesting guy or two at this party.  

     

 

 

Everybody acted like the subway system was so complicated, it didn't seem that difficult to me, numbers went north and south, letters went east to west. I tried not to stare at the Puerto Rican guy's bulging basket sitting across from me, and was sorry when I had to get off at my stop because he squeezed it and smiled at me. Man! I hoped that I'd be capable of regular horseshit conversation (and not just blurt out, "GIVE ME YOUR COCK!!! I NEED IT BAD!!!") because Randy's crowd seemed a bit restrained to me. I thought everybody in this town was like me, but I guess not.

I walked on 27th street for about four blocks and it all looked like deserted industrial buildings to me but I'd heard people live everywhere here. Just when I was about to give up and call Randy, I noticed a couple of hot guys walking determinedly in the same direction. They were queer so I followed them and turned into 25th street. Could Randy be that confused? Anyway there was a whole bunch of guys heading for this one building so I just went along with the crowd. What a diverse pack of men! Waiting on line, I realized that this was a bathhouse!

 

 

 

WOW! I grinned, thinking that Randy had meant THIS kind of party. I did exactly what the guy in front of me did and found myself in a crowded area stripping down and putting my stuff in a locker. I could smell SEX. I guess I'd had Randy figured out wrong, I never would've connected him with this place. Never in a million years!

 

I looked for him, but there was so much going on and I didn't know whether he thought we'd hook up (you know) that I just got into it. MAN! Dozens of guys in towels, naked with hard-ons, cruising, playing, you name it. I toured the whole bathhouse (it was so big and had so many areas) but didn't see him. He was probably in a room getting fucked.

 

 

 

I went looking for some ACTION!! It was heaven. Especially the steamroom, I had so many hands, lips and dicks on me (and a few in me!) that I shot off twice. Like I said, it'd been a long time so I floated around until I felt new juice swelling my balls and went to check out the rooms. BOY! Did I make up for lost time! Some of the guys were real friendly and told me about other "hot spots" I should check out around town. I left with a bunch of phone numbers, swollen lips and a leaking ass. I took a cab home (like real city boys do) and went upstairs. As I got out of my jacket I noticed there was a message on the machine.

"Beep. Hey! It's me. Randy. Not sure if I mentioned it or not, but the party is on the East side.I forget that you're new to the city. Not the West side. The West side of town in the 20's is terrible, full of some really seedy types. See you at the party. Beep."

 

 

 

 

 

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