About three quarters into my stay in Bellingham I got word that there was going to be a “hippie-rave” style get together in the coastal hills of Sonoma County. My good friend and I decided we’d attend. After all, we needed a break from our shanty living situation. He opted to fly, and I opted to go Greyhound.
At the terminal in San Francisco I waited a couple hours for my friends to pick me up. I browsed the area a little, had a smoke, and returned to the terminal to sit and wait. I sat with nothing to do, and quickly became bored.
A short amount of time passed before I noticed an elderly man looking at me. I thought nothing of it, and went back to spacing out, and thinking about the night ahead of me. A few minutes later I noticed him looking at me again. The next thing I knew he got up and sat right next to me.
He introduced him self as Mert, and told me he was 90. He said, “look, I have no teeth,” and removed a crescent piece of chewed up-filler paper from his gums. Then he showed me his ID card. Sure enough he was 90.
He began to tell me about his life. I was fine with it. I’m the type of person who enjoys conversation with all kinds of people. After listening to for a while he told me that I have a good looking face, but he phrased it in a non shalant manor. However, a few minuets later he said it again. At that point the light on the situation turned rainbow in color.
He went on to compliment all parts of my body and told me a story about taking a Taxi, and how his first Gay experience was with the driver. He told me how in recent years he had paid to give oral in the Castro dist. of San Francisco. Then he propositioned me. He asked me if I would go to the men’s room and allow him to suck my nipples. Most people would have gotten up and left, but the voyeur in me wanted to stay. i simply told him, “hey now Mert. I don’t go that way.”
He continued to bathe me in his gayness, telling stories, sizing me up, and re-propositioning the nipple offer. At times his gayness would peak out and he would say, “aye yay yay yay yay,” but the true peak of his words were yet to be experienced. He finally let it all out when he told me that he wanted to put me face up against a wall, while i “totally” let go, and suck my butt hole.
My friends finally arrived and Mert tried to give me his info. I introduced my friends to him and we went on our way. I’ve got to admit that Mert made my wait seem a lot shorter.
