Ganymede255

In the mid 80s I found myself in Hawaii on business with my boss for a couple of days. I was still very much in the closest, but had begun to look for adventure whenever I was not at home. On this occasion, having done my research, I sat myself on one of the benches adjacent to the beach on Kalakaua Avenue in Waikiki around midnight. A cute guy much younger than I but to all appearances of age was sitting on the next bench. I had never picked someone up in this fashion and wasn't expecting the young'un to take an interest in a guy in his forties. Well, he did, and we started talking. He was visiting with his older brother from western Canada and, like me, had left his hotel looking for some fun. We clicked and were soon walking toward the very upscale beachfront hotel in which my employer and I were staying. My new friend was suitably impressed with the hotel and with my room, which featured an enormous poster bed complete with canopy. Clothes were quickly shed, and a night of amazingly hot sex ensued. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but in the morning I was so worn out that I had to feign a case of food poisoning to avoid having to meet my boss. As my friend was leaving, he asked me how I had enjoyed my night with an 18-year-old teenager. I told him it had been the best tryst I had ever had. We promised to stay in touch, but my subsequent travels never took me to western Canada and I never saw my Aloha friend again except in my half-waking dreams. Such is life.

In the mid 80s I found myself in Hawaii on business with my boss for a couple of days. I was still very much in the closest, but had begun to look for adventure whenever I was not at home. On this occasion, having done my research, I sat myself on one of the benches adjacent to the beach on Kalakaua Avenue in Waikiki around midnight. A cute guy much younger than I but to all appearances of age was sitting on the next bench. I had never picked someone up in this fashion and wasn't expecting the young'un to take an interest in a guy in his forties. Well, he did, and we started talking. He was visiting with his older brother from western Canada and, like me, had left his hotel looking for some fun. We clicked and were soon walking toward the very upscale beachfront hotel in which my employer and I were staying. My new friend was suitably impressed with the hotel and with my room, which featured an enormous poster bed complete with canopy. Clothes were quickly shed, and a night of amazingly hot sex ensued. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but in the morning I was so worn out that I had to feign a case of food poisoning to avoid having to meet my boss. As my friend was leaving, he asked me how I had enjoyed my night with an 18-year-old teenager. I told him it had been the best tryst I had ever had. We promised to stay in touch, but my subsequent travels never took me to western Canada and I never saw my Aloha friend again except in my half-waking dreams. Such is life.

In the mid 80s I found myself in Hawaii on business with my boss for a couple of days. I was still very much in the closest, but had begun to look for adventure whenever I was not at home. On this occasion, having done my research, I sat myself on one of the benches adjacent to the beach on Kalakaua Avenue in Waikiki around midnight. A cute guy much younger than I but to all appearances of age was sitting on the next bench. I had never picked someone up in this fashion and wasn't expecting the young'un to take an interest in a guy in his forties. Well, he did, and we started talking. He was visiting with his older brother from western Canada and, like me, had left his hotel looking for some fun. We clicked and were soon walking toward the very upscale beachfront hotel in which my employer and I were staying. My new friend was suitably impressed with the hotel and with my room, which featured an enormous poster bed complete with canopy. Clothes were quickly shed, and a night of amazingly hot sex ensued. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but in the morning I was so worn out that I had to feign a case of food poisoning to avoid having to meet my boss. As my friend was leaving, he asked me how I had enjoyed my night with an 18-year-old teenager. I told him it had been the best tryst I had ever had. We promised to stay in touch, but my subsequent travels never took me to western Canada and I never saw my Aloha friend again except in my half-waking dreams. Such is life.

In the mid 80s I found myself in Hawaii on business with my boss for a couple of days. I was still very much in the closest, but had begun to look for adventure whenever I was not at home. On this occasion, having done my research, I sat myself on one of the benches adjacent to the beach on Kalakaua Avenue in Waikiki around midnight. A cute guy much younger than I but to all appearances of age was sitting on the next bench. I had never picked someone up in this fashion and wasn't expecting the young'un to take an interest in a guy in his forties. Well, he did, and we started talking. He was visiting with his older brother from western Canada and, like me, had left his hotel looking for some fun. We clicked and were soon walking toward the very upscale beachfront hotel in which my employer and I were staying. My new friend was suitably impressed with the hotel and with my room, which featured an enormous poster bed complete with canopy. Clothes were quickly shed, and a night of amazingly hot sex ensued. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but in the morning I was so worn out that I had to feign a case of food poisoning to avoid having to meet my boss. As my friend was leaving, he asked me how I had enjoyed my night with an 18-year-old teenager. I told him it had been the best tryst I had ever had. We promised to stay in touch, but my subsequent travels never took me to western Canada and I never saw my Aloha friend again except in my half-waking dreams. Such is life.

In the mid 80s I found myself in Hawaii on business with my boss for a couple of days. I was still very much in the closest, but had begun to look for adventure whenever I was not at home. On this occasion, having done my research, I sat myself on one of the benches adjacent to the beach on Kalakaua Avenue in Waikiki around midnight. A cute guy much younger than I but to all appearances of age was sitting on the next bench. I had never picked someone up in this fashion and wasn't expecting the young'un to take an interest in a guy in his forties. Well, he did, and we started talking. He was visiting with his older brother from western Canada and, like me, had left his hotel looking for some fun. We clicked and were soon walking toward the very upscale beachfront hotel in which my employer and I were staying. My new friend was suitably impressed with the hotel and with my room, which featured an enormous poster bed complete with canopy. Clothes were quickly shed, and a night of amazingly hot sex ensued. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but in the morning I was so worn out that I had to feign a case of food poisoning to avoid having to meet my boss. As my friend was leaving, he asked me how I had enjoyed my night with an 18-year-old teenager. I told him it had been the best tryst I had ever had. We promised to stay in touch, but my subsequent travels never took me to western Canada and I never saw my Aloha friend again except in my half-waking dreams. Such is life.

In the mid 80s I found myself in Hawaii on business with my boss for a couple of days. I was still very much in the closest, but had begun to look for adventure whenever I was not at home. On this occasion, having done my research, I sat myself on one of the benches adjacent to the beach on Kalakaua Avenue in Waikiki around midnight. A cute guy much younger than I but to all appearances of age was sitting on the next bench. I had never picked someone up in this fashion and wasn't expecting the young'un to take an interest in a guy in his forties. Well, he did, and we started talking. He was visiting with his older brother from western Canada and, like me, had left his hotel looking for some fun. We clicked and were soon walking toward the very upscale beachfront hotel in which my employer and I were staying. My new friend was suitably impressed with the hotel and with my room, which featured an enormous poster bed complete with canopy. Clothes were quickly shed, and a night of amazingly hot sex ensued. We fell asleep in each other's arms, but in the morning I was so worn out that I had to feign a case of food poisoning to avoid having to meet my boss. As my friend was leaving, he asked me how I had enjoyed my night with an 18-year-old teenager. I told him it had been the best tryst I had ever had. We promised to stay in touch, but my subsequent travels never took me to western Canada and I never saw my Aloha friend again except in my half-waking dreams. Such is life.

A first report on Twisted Fantasies: lots of free parking; a well laid out facility with ample armchair and bar stool seating around the stage; a $20 cover charge, but with free “all you can drink” beer and rail liquor (at least on this grand opening night); no bar munchies; one show beginning at around 11:15; six dancers ranging from muscular to smooth to stocky; only one totally nude dancer (Nico, whose imposing member stood fully at attention); some mingling of dancers and patrons.
 
Scott, the impresario who has put this event together, plans to hold it every Saturday, adding a drag show once a month. He intends to increase advertising, including in the Washington metropolitan area. His initiative is worth supporting.
 
For those who live in D.C., the venue is one hour and 40 miles away by car from the U. S. Capitol. Maybe some of the congressman and staffers will want to take a break from their hard work....... lol

“My roommate’s asleep in the other bedroom” when in fact there is no roommate behind the closed door is sometimes a way of ensuring that the client causes no trouble.

“My roommate’s asleep in the other bedroom” when in fact there is no roommate behind the closed door is sometimes a way of ensuring that the client causes no trouble.

“My roommate’s asleep in the other bedroom” when in fact there is no roommate behind the closed door is sometimes a way of ensuring that the client causes no trouble.