should make that your practice too, Take it where you can. Then you will know that I am the best fuck there ever was.” He said it in such a warm friendly way, it seemed just like some good advice that I should follow.

We wandered into the Exhibit Hall where the various vendors were hawking their wares, and Coach met up with some coach cronies of his, and without being told, I knew that it would be best for me to just drift away, and I did just that. He caught my eye, and gave me an approving wink, and I was on my own. It did not take long, however, for me to feel a bit alone, and when one of the vendors engaged me in conversation, I was ready for the company.

I was not yet attuned to the fine art of cruising, and might not have known if I were being cruised even if I were. He sold sports equipment, and as we chatted, he made a few comments about “his balls being good” which had the double entendre, and a few comments about “jockstraps that could hold anything” and how they looked and felt good on any man. Even so, there was nothing else that I would have thought was heading toward any sexual overtures…until he asked where I was staying, and if I had my own room. That just had the titillating sound of something promising, and after all, Coach had suggested that I “take it where I could get it” didn’t he? The very thought that he might-could be had was causing my hormones to rev up big time.

The guy was tall, like myself, with reddish hair in a buzzed crew cut, had the macho attitude of a marine as well as the physical image, and also had a certain soft charm about him that I found attractive. Erik was about the same age of my Coach. He also kept rubbing his crotch and beginning to show a bulge. He was definitely doing all this for my benefit.

Taking a cue from the encounter earlier in the evening, I leaned over close to his face, and asked him if he were “straight”. He looked as though I had just slapped him, but when I went on to say that we would have more fun in my room if he were not straight, he smiled and said, “Let’s play it by ear,” and told me that he could be there in fifteen minutes. I was so excited that I was trembling at the knees. I went looking for Coach, but never saw him. I wanted desperately to tell him that I had lined up a guy but I headed to the room without being able to tell him. I was mixed with the emotion of wanting him to know and not wanting him to know.

I had barely gotten inside the room when there was a soft knocking at the door. I opened it, nervous and more than a little befuddled with what was going down. Erik asked if I were alone, I assured him that I was, and he came on in. Once the door closed, there was no longer any issue as to whether he was straight or not as he reached for me and clamped his lips over mine. We both fumbled and stumbled out of our clothes, including his company-issue jockstrap, and ended up on the bed pretty quickly. There was no conversation of any kind, but if I