When I go home to Rock Island, I usually do quite well with hookups. Being the new guy in town, I get approached a lot, I have the "I grew up here!" conversation starter, and in the absence of gay bars there's a lot of old-fashioned cruising going on. But earlier this week, when we stopped in Rock Island on the way to New York, I had the MOST DISGUSTING HOOKUP OF ALL TIME.
I blame Bob, the 19 year old economics major I met at the dentist's office a few weeks ago. He was with only one guy before me, but quickly warmed up to the idea of sharing and hooking up.
He had never heard of gay dating apps, and was eager to try out Grindr, so I promised that on our night in Rock Island, he could arrange some hookups for us.
Then I went to the gym while Bob got to work on Grindr, with the profile name "visiting" and nude pictures of us both to share. When I returned, he had the hookups arranged.
"I invited two, in case one doesn't show up, like you taught me," he said. "One for you, a teenager."
I'm actually more attracted to guys in their 30s. I just go with the twinks and Cute Young Things because they approach me all the time, and there aren't a lot of "regular aged" guys on the Plains. But I wasn't going to tell that to Bob the 19-year old, especially when he was so proud of himself.
"And one for me," he added. "Old, muscular, hairy chest, big cock."
Sounded like Bob's would be more my style.
Little did I know.
The full story, with nude photos and disgusting sexual situations, is on Tales of West Hollywood.