HOOKUP WHILE BIKING
You know you’re getting old when you can remember the days before Grinder and Scruff when you had a dial-up modem and things like AOL chat and more importantly, gay.com chat rooms. It’s pushing 20 years ago now, but in my 20s I spent a lot of time entering various rooms on gay.com to find my next husband and most likely that is where the thrill of the flirt started with me. I had just been fired from a job as an editor and so was taking some time to re-discover myself. I got a part-time job at a local deli which allowed me to do things like Mt. Bike, tan in a speedo and climb mountains. All the important things in a young gay man’s life. I barely could pay the rent on a monthly basis, but it was a good time all things considered and I have to confess, I was a bit of a whore. Would leave the door open for tops to breed me (in those days I used condoms mostly), would get fucked in the back seat of cars, had a bareback bottom buddy who was married and loved me cumming in his ass an...