Chapter 35

This was different. Trek was different. In fact he was about as different as anybody Dan had ever encountered. Just looking at the guy while pretending not to had Dan as hard as a nightstick. He shifted in his chair to take some of the pressure off as his cock strained against the fly of his Levi’s. He took several quick, deep swallows of his beer. Man, I gotta cool off here. Even if I’m sure he’s gay too, that doesn’t mean I turn him on at all.

He emptied the bottle much too fast. Trek had barely lowered the frosty line on his. Scrambling for something to start a conversation, Dan asked the first question he thought of—well, the first innocuous one.

“How did you get to be a travel writer? It doesn’t quite sound like something you might have wanted to do ever since you were in second grade.”