The Sure Thing

When it comes to available sex, I'm a very lucky man. Not because I live in the Internet generation (which, if you ask me, makes hooking up just as likely to be a bust as a bang), but because I live within easy walking distance of three sex clubs or bath houses, not to mention numerous gay bars and other businesses. While lads in the suburbs are busy task switching between three or four different hookup sites, I can just throw on some shoes, walk out the door, and in minutes get my meat serviced by some of the best mouths in town.

Okay, it's not always quite that quick or quite that easy. But sometimes it really is. In this week's true sex stories, I recount one of my more memorable visits to a neighborhood glory hole — with some pretty glorious results. Check it out in Nakedism's True Tales department.