I must have been ten shades of red from the excitement and decided to make my way back to the front of the bar so I didn't go into excitement overload. Only this hole ended into a room with several men and a lot of moans and groans. Down the hallway was what looked like an endless black hole. I swiftly walked by this person and made my way around the bar and into a hallway. Hot, young, slim, and well endowed.Īs I entered the door of the bar I was immersed in darkness and the only thing I saw was a single figure sitting at the bar with a bottle of jack and a can of coke. If you had to categorize me I would be a twink. All I knew about this place was that it contained a back room, and at the time I personally thought that places such as that were nothing more than a gay urban legend of something only from the pastĪt the time I was 23yo, green eyes, dark blonde hair, and had a slim athletic build. The last stop of the night was a bar called the Trestle. What I mean by trash bar hopping is that we had decided to hit as many gay bars off the main drag as we could before the night ended. It was a chilly mid-December night and a group of my friends and I decided to go trash bar hopping.
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