I’m back in my dorm room, it’s 9am. Gay sex Once back in my dorm room I shower and then crawl into my rack, I’m unusually tired, don’t even bother jacking off. He went to the Hill School in Pottstown. Didn’t he and I have a thing during basic? I’m back in my dorm room, it’s 9am. That was ok but weird also. Richard walks in and rocks my world.He walks up to the bar and buys two beers. You can see his obituary in the BayAreaReporter archives. He’s sort of doing a double-take on me as he gets my beer, he’s not used to seeing men like me walk into the bar. I’m looking for a faucet somewhere, is there a bathroom? I ride back to base as fast as I can pedal, takes me a good two hours to get home. Later it will happen again in a different form.The following afternoon I’m in my hotel room when the phone rings. “Hi Bob, here I am thinking about you and what you said the other day, can I come over?
