Dore Story

I went with my friend to the Dore Alley Street Fair last weekend.

Dore Story

25 July 2010

We went for a weekend stay

In San Francisco by the bay.

The sidewalks and gutters were dirty

But the cruising men were flirty.

The sky was overcast

But that didn’t last.

The sun played peek-a-boo

As we greeted a friend or two.

Although it was a bit cold

We found hot cocks to hold.

We thought it would do no harm

To go in the bar and get warm.

Gradually the temperature rose,

Men began to shed their clothes

And the guys started to play,

First one cock then two on display.

I tell you the truth, I’m not joking

Before long several men were stroking

Somebody else’s bone

If it wasn’t their own.

Early on the barback warned against sucking

But later on there was outright fucking.

Tits were stimulated

As men masturbated.

Having a slight headache

Made the music hard to take.

There was a sense of euphoria

Mixed with some claustrophobia.

It was hard for a cocksucker to kneel.

The crowd made it easy to cop a feel.

Orgasms later we got out of there

Just to get some fresh air.

Drool Pool

Drool Pool

1 May 2010

I drove to the bar

In my little car

Where I ran into my friend.

There was no need to pretend

The holes in his pants

Gave the whole bar a chance

To see he was there

Without underwear.

The game was pool

And my friend is no fool,

He got the other guy distracted

By the way he acted.

While aiming for a shot,

Believe it or not,

My friend posed in the right way

To put on a gratuitous display

Of his private family jewel.

You could call it dirty pool.