GPP-107 Meet Me At the Baths

Excerpt

Presently a tall silhouette slid out from between the rows of trucks and sat down on the rock next to me. It was the man in the motorcycle cap I had passed earlier. For a long moment we sat staring out at the stagnant harbor. Then he started to come on to me with his eyes. I’d be damned if I was going to look back at him; I looked down at my feet.

But he was a bold one. “Much action around here tonight?” he asked casually.

“Enough.”

He was silent. Then very carefully, “What about leather action. Do you dig that?”

I decided to play it dumb. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” he answered, “S and M.” His voice lowered to a confidential whisper. “How would you like to try that?”

I paused. “I don’t think so.”

“How do you know? Have you ever tried it before?”

“No… but… uh… which are you? Are you the sadist or the masochist?”

He lifted his eyes and grinned up towards me. “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

“I don’t think I’d like to,” I said. “I don’t like to feel pain.”

“Oh, it’s not all that.”

“What else is it then?”

“Well, suppose you were locked in a room with somebody and they made you suck their cock.”

“I don’t like to be made to do anything!”

He looked at me with a sly grin. “Wouldn’t you like to be somebody’s slave?”

“Bug off, buddy!” I leapt up from the rock and walked rapidly back toward the trucks.