Going on vacation is fun and although crawling the coffee shops might not seem like fun to you, it works for me. It is an awful lot more cultured and more safe than gay bars. In any case I am not much of a drinker and coffee is my poison of choice. You would surprised at how many gay boys feel the same.

Attracting a better class of gay is my aim; I am no prude but I am also not looking for a rent boy who wants me to pay for sex. I much prefer someone who gives it willingly. In any case, I don’t want to pick up something else either, who does?

Finding a Gay Sex Partner hanging out in the right place is just as easy as finding one when you hang out in the wrong places and its also much safer.

I have vacationed all over the US, I intend to see every state before I die, and yes I will be going to Utah. This year, the letter “M” came up as I threw a dart at an alphabet chart, so Maine it was. The state is picturesque and it was autumn, so I couldn’t think of a nicer place to visit, the more picturesque the state has taught me by experience, the more picturesque the gay boys

The coffee shop dude was the owner and the moment we made eye contact, we knew, he was gorgeous Hello I didn’t even have to come on to him, the entire time I was sitting there, he pandered to my every whim, introducing him self to me as Dick, what a convenient name We arranged to meet after he closed up shop.

Dick was his name and it doesn’t get more appropriate than that. It actually sounds twee, it was such an appropriate name. He collected me at 10pm, skipped any niceties and suggested we go and “fuck” at his house. “perfect” I thought

Everything about Dick was fabulous, his dick, his home, his coffee and his looks. From the minute we entered the door to his home, he was utterly charming, slamming me up against the wall with his hard cock pressed into the back of me.

I thought “ooh, he likes it rough does he?” and he did, turning me around and squeezing my package to arouse me. His hands were everywhere, in, my crotch, at my throat, in my ass crack, he was like an insatiable octopus. Probing, prying and poking me in every crease he could find.

I am not going to go into anymore detail, mostly because I haven’t got the space for it. But let it be said Dick is now one of my favorite names and Maine is definitely one of my favorite states. I didn’t see a lot of the “fall”, but I got a lot of fresh air and exercise.

Vacations come and go and there was a lot of cumming and going this vacation. I had no regrets leaving, but I’ll tell you one thing, Maine boys, know what are in the know, don’t ever think this is a backwoods state, I will be returning for more in the future.

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