I walked out of the marina provisions shop carrying a bag of ice with my left hand and a twelve-pack of Old Milwaukee with my right. I peeked in the windows of Bobbing Buoys, the marina restaurant. Sure enough, there was Nate, waiting tables. I developed a yearning sensation south of the border. Mike was standing at the end of Dock C, gassing up his bowrider. He looked ready for an afternoon on the water: Cubs cap on back...

I was slowly cruising the narrow shady roads of Franklin Park. It was a little past four in the afternoon. There seemed to be more vehicles than usual, many with deeply tinted windows. Pickups outnumbered sedans, SUVs and convertibles. I drove with the window down, my flexed left arm resting on the padded door ledge. I had started my search near the boat ramp. Besides the F-150s with boat trailers, there were five passeng...

I stopped by the marina restaurant to grab a to-go coffee before driving home. I had a mild alcohol buzz and was hesitant to drive any great distance. I pulled my F-150 out to the service road and immediately turned right down the lane to the public boat ramp. I figured I could park, enjoy the scenery and sober up. I got to thinking about Mike and our aquatic adventure. I would have liked our hookup to have been truly mut...

I had hit a dry spell. Mike was down in Montgomery, visiting his daughter and new baby grandson. Plus, my pretty boy Todd had been canned from Bobbing Buoys, the marina restaurant. My waitress of the day claimed it was for “lascivious behavior”. It took a little prodding, but ultimately the server leaned into the booth, looked right and left over her shoulders, and whispered her understanding of the events. She suggested...

I drove home, grabbed a Narraganset out of the frig, and hit the shower. As I pulled off my cargo shorts, I saw the large wet spot of cum. Although Tim had done a yeoman’s job of releasing my tension, my balls still needed to drain the residual reservoir of jizz. I turned on the shower and chugged half the can of ice-cold beer. I developed an immediate brain freeze. It served me right. My mama had always told me to sip my...

I lingered for two or three minutes after the biker zipped up and left. As I exited the woods, I noted the Harley was gone, replaced by a newer model Nissan Maxima. The driver had backed in, so the driver's side was adjacent to mine. The driver had his window down, his elbow resting on the sill. I offered a “How’s it going?” as I walked between the vehicles. The driver smiled, answering, “Not bad. Jake and you hook up?” l...

I clearly had an itch that needed scratching. Like most mornings, I was sitting on the padded window seat of my kitchen’s bay window; feet up, an accent pillow behind my back. I held a cup of Caribou Mahogany dark roast halfway up to my mouth with one hand and my iPhone in the other. Each morning I scanned the cruising/hookup app, more out of boredom, than anything else. One profile caught my eye, “Bi-curious, fifty-six-y...