YOU’RE IN LUCK
I brought a guy home with me from the bars one Friday night. Cute guy, we were both a little tossed, and he seemed anxious to get back to my apartment.
Once we got through the door, we started making out voraciously, pausing only to kick off shoes and toss items from our pockets.
“So what are you into?” he asked, unbuttoning my shirt.
I never quite know how to answer that question when put on the spot like that. There are the standard sexual positions in the gay world, of course, and making out, which is key. But running through a laundry list of the others?
“Regular stuff,” I said.
“Yeah, me too,” he replied.
We continued kissing and tearing each other’s clothes off. And then he uttered eight little words that I’d waited my whole adult life not to hear:
“I want you to pee all over me.”
Jesus Christ. I pushed him off me and, once he gathered his things, he was out the door.
Maybe I should get more serious about running through that check list.
And so ends another tale of West Hollywood.
ABOUT: TALES OF WEST HOLLYWOOD
Seeking a change in his life, the author moved to his own apartment in West Hollywood in 2008. The column is a look at the life of this single 29 year-old who’s enjoying his life while casually looking for Mr. Right…or Mr. Right Now.