Tuesday, May 02, 2006
SO... I got a phone call this weekend from a guy I played ball with nammed "Shawn". There is a funny story about Shawn. While in college my team went on a weekend road trip that included a double header on Saturday and a Sunday Night game with two Universities in the same area. Our college put us up at a hotel in the area the entire weekend. The hotel was pretty big and had high speed internet in all of the rooms. We checked in Friday night and were told to NOT leave the hotel because we had practice the next morning at 10am. Some guys decided to check out the hotel bar and a pub across the street. Knowing that we would have all of Saturday night off and not have to play until Sunday night I stayed in with a few guys in a room and chilled out. Most of the guys put in a dip, watched ESPN and played poker. Usual stuff. After I lost about $40 in poker I took out my laptop and did some homework for one of my classes. While doing my homework I got the "itch". The porn itch. You doing a paper, and start thinking about porn. I had to stop because I knew that I would start getting hard and there were about 6 other guys in the room. So, instead I logged onto Gay.com
Now, if you are reading this you most likely know that gay.com is just a sight to find a guy and hook up with a him. So as I am doing my "paper" I am in the room chatting with some guy that has a picture of his chest that you see above. We start chatting and figure out that we are close to eachother. We get on AIM and he tells me that he is really horny and wants to get his rocks off because his girlfriend is away. So, I am getting horny hearing about his cock, one of the guys in the room who has an awesome chest has his shirt off I tell him that I am at the hotel next to ours and that i will meet him in the mens locker room.
the hotel next to ours is a little smaller but has a nic pool, sauna, gym area. We had stayed there last season. So I get up, turn off my laptop, grab my cell phone and say I'm headin outside to call my folks. The guys kept bullshitting and watching ESPN. I then started the walk.
I call it the walk because I get so nervous during "the walk". If you have ever arranged to meet a guy you know how nervraking it could be and you justify it in your head. I stop at the vending machines to grab a water. I see out of the corner of my eye a guy get out of the elevator and start heading toward the exit. He has a backwards Mets hat on. sweats with one pant leg up and a hell of an ass in his sweats.
I watch him as he walks out of the hotel sliding glass doors and look at the hotel that is across the parking lot. He whips out a cell phone, dials and starts walkin. No one on my team is a Mets fan so i know it's no one I know. I gather my courage and head outside. He is heading to the other hotel and I am about 50 yards or so behind him, also on my cell phone, listening to time and temprature back at my school. I watch his ass as he heads to the next hotel. In my head I am getting excited about the prospects.
I walk into the hotel and to my suprise I see a HUGE banner that welcomes the State High School LAX tourney. I slap my forehead. I'm fucked.