A Bizarre Foursome
Being gay, I, naturally, frequented all the usual gay hangouts. The one exception to this habit was that I often popped into a straight bar near my home for a drink. I had no delusions about the clientele, and although being there was as fruitful as a desert to a duck, the place seemed to attract the most amazing looking straight guys. As you might imagine, apart from practically drooling on my shirt, the ultimate consequence of my visits was frustration. The eye candy, nevertheless, was worth...
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