“Nice shorts.” That was how I got here, on my knees in a public bathroom stall with an exquisite cock pressing against my throat, on the verge of penetration. But let’s go back. I arrived at the Linc in Austin, the one in central Austin, or is it North Austin? Whatever, I will never feel at home in this town. I grew up in the Bay Area near Palo Alto where I could orient myself pretty much no matter where I was. Mountains...