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The staff party was earlier in the day at a local restaurant. Afterwards I worked in the mostly-empty office building, even the reception staff had left, for about 4 hours, then started for home. When I landed on the ground floor, I see one guy sitting at the reception desk who normally works on my floor.

 

He's about 30, a nice-looking, sweet-natured guy generally and all the more cute for it. He looks up at me when I walk up to the desk. His sunglasses are up off his eyes and across his forehead. He flops back into the chair and said in his native-Italian accent, "I ha' too much to drink" then flops forward and rests his forehead on the desk.

 

Well as many fantasies as would have raced through my mind had he been gay, almost as many went through my head about helping him home, seeing that he's safe in his apartment and maybe getting a great big squeeze and maybe one of those straight-Euro-guy kisses in gratitude. A young woman soon emerged from a nearby door and it turns out she's already helping him find his keys (locked in his office) and whatever else needs to be done. While he's helpless at the desk, we both figure out how to get the office open and she takes care of locating the keys. As I'm leaving I see her ministering to him about as kindly as I would have. *sigh*

 

Anybody else ever miss out on something that was maybe a nice possibility?

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I started early. I distinctly remember a time when I was a junior in high school when I blew the chance instead of the man, who happened to be the starting quarterback and cocaptain of the varsity football team. Unfortunately, I had the hots for his cousin really bad. (Their Mamas were identical twins.) And when he made what I think now was an open pass at me late one afternoon in an empty locker room - well, there was one other guy there who I think was basically asexual at the time, tending towards straight - OK, so the QB was taking his own sweet time getting dressed. I think the other guy was depending on him for a ride home or something. As the "coach's assistant", I couldn't leave til after they did and I made sure everything was locked up. QB was sitting sideways on the bench with his cock draped over it. He must have noticed me looking at it. It slowly got hard as we were talking. He must have said something about me looking at it and I blurted out something about, no, I was looking at the support collumn he was sitting by. Anyway, it went nowhere, so if y'all are waiting for me to get to the point, there just isn't one.

 

This reminds me of times way in the past when we as a group tried to write porn together. Someone would write an opening chapter, sort of like either of these, and someone would write a second chapter but wouldn't leave anywhere for the next writer to go with the story, and then four more people would write alternate second chapters and it got very frustrating. You would think that there would be more guys around here with more training in improv. Still, It think it might be fun if we would try to do that again. (Bearing in mind that I won't be around here much this month. Not good at computers when I'm traveling. Lack of interest, mostly. And I won't be in town for 16 days in August.) Still....

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During my college days, a beautiful guy from the soccer team used to stop in my dorm room after he showered. He had a broad, smooth chest and a tough "Brando" accent. He used to pull out his cock and flick it around. Then he'd say, "Let's mastrubate. Mastrubation is perfectly normal." At the time, unfortunately, I didn't think whipping it with him was normal. So I waited till he went next door, then I whipped it.

 

 

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Seems that there are many missed opportunities during college, and G*d knows I have mine... when I think of all the guys that were clearly coming on to me then...Lao Tze, but I get heartsick.

But then there was the ever-so-odd evening I had just after I'd left school...

 

I had moved to the San Francisco area and had been employed in a local large pet shop. A few months after I started working there, a guy named M**** started workin there. He was a beautiful man, latino, all muscles and tatoos, his hair slicked back and in a hairnet as was the style in the early '80's. He was close to thirty, I'd just earned 21.

I totally fell in love from him the moment I saw him. Not a day went past that I didn't moon over him, follow him around, compliment him on his every move. He was married, but in my single

mindedness, that didn't faze me... I worshipped him. The problem was, I guess I thought the feeling would never be reciprocal.

The employees of the pet store would every now and then gather at a local restaurant to eat, get drunk, and make merry. M**** never joined us in this reverie... until one evening, at my prodding, he promised to show up. And show up he did, dressed in his finest. He spent the evening orchestrating a macho bravura, flirting with every girl in the place, acting like the fucker to end all fuckers.

After midnight we all began to part ways, and M**** asked me if he could get a lift. Sure, I said...the problem was, I still wasn't out yet, and didn't know exactly what I was hoping for. But still, I was excited to have him in my car, alone. He asked to be driven to the nearest BART station. We got onto the freeway in silence... I was literally trembling with excitement, when he abruptly seemed to collapse, falling with his head on my shoulder. Noting he'd had a lot to drink that evening, I wondered if he had passed out. "Are you OK?" I remember asking, as he slouched against me. I put my hand up against his face, and he nuzzled it the way a cat would. Again I asked, "Are you OK, M****?"

 

I blew it. I didn't know what was going on, I couldn't read the signs.

 

Abruptly he sat up. "Yeah, I'm OK," he said. We arrived at the BART station, and he got out of the car wihout a word. The moment he walked away into the darkness, I knew what I'd lost. "Another chance! Another chance!" my heart cried. But, he didn't come to work the next day, or the next.

I never saw him again.

 

And that, boys and girls, Is Trixie's sad tale of regret.

 

La Trix

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I just remembered another.

 

I entered a "go-go" boy contest at a nightclub. I was in the 2nd round of contestants. I was waiting behind a table for the results of the "applause" measurement to see if I would go on to the next round. The guy who'd won the previous round came out from the back, having changed into a pair of tight short-shorts.

 

I was anxiously awaiting the results, resting with my elbows on the table, slid forward with my chest and stomach across the table. Since I was wearing a g-string, this put my mostly bare ass well into the air. Believe me I had no idea that my ass was in full view; if I had I would have responded differently when the other guy kinda swaggered up, leaned on the table and started chatting me up, a grin on his face most of the time.

 

Well, I was so anxious about the contest I kept trying to listen to see who they announced as the winner of my round that I only half- paid attention to him, which was a mistake since he HAD to have been a hot guy if he won HIS round. I don't know how it ended, but I sure didn't get a clue, much less laid that night (by him or anyone else). *Sigh*

 

Talk about your missed opportunities...

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