It was the end of summer vacation with my folks. We had spent a month driving from Chicago to San Francisco to visit my uncle and aunt there. They just had a baby. Big whoop. I was sort of hoping for a good time. I was sixteen, and got to drive quite a lot. But, mostly, I was looking forward to maybe some action. I'm gay, and none of my friends are, at least not that I suspect. I really doubt it. Some are really verbal about disliking homos. So, yeah, I'm sure none of my friends are.
I was really hoping to get some action in California. I mean, I've read all these hot stories online about California being so open to gays, and I thought even I could get laid in San Francisco, even if it meant taking a risk or two.
We spent a week at my aunt and uncle's. I used my phone constantly, scouring the internet for places where I could meet up with someone and get laid. I mean, it was San Francisco! And I was way past due. I found lots of places for adults to meet, bars and all, but nothing for guys my age. Except school groups, and it was summer break. And I was really limited to how far I could go. There was no fucking way my parents were going to let me go driving around. I was used to Chicago and the burbs, so Frisco wasn't all that different, but my parents shot down even the first hints at my taking the car anywhere.
So, I went high and dry. By high, I mean stoned. I brought what weed I could, and spent a lot of time in the back yard smoking joints behind the garage. It was fucking hot out there! And by dry, I mean horny and hard. I beat my meat when I could, mostly at night while I lay on the cot on the back porch.
I walked around a lot, but they lived in a neighborhood that had nothing but little mini-malls and mostly Mexican places. There were some hot looking Latino guys, but I had no guts for finding out if any of them was interested in a white guy for some fast sex.
We went to all the usual tourist traps, and saw all the sights. And I was dying, seeing all the guys holding hands, kissing, and just looking so hot!
So, the week finally came to an end, and we started home. Dad drove for a few hours, then we stopped for food and pit stops. I got to take over. I drove until it started getting dark. Dad said to pull over at Elko. It was a small town right on I-80. It didn't look like much. He found a hotel with an indoor pool and cheap prices, and called and got two rooms. I was really glad of that. On the way out to California I had slept on the floor in the same room with my folks more than once. Ugh.
We find the place on the other end of the town. It was almost a Native American type hotel. It did have a casino, and an indoor pool, but it looked a lot like the Holiday Inn next door and the other hotels along the road. Anyway, we pulled in, I checked out my little room, had a shower, and met the folks in the restaurant.
The food was okay. The interesting thing was this guy who was eating alone in a booth a few over from where we were sitting. He was really cute. Obviously American Indian, mostly, with some Anglo. He looked about my age, maybe a year older or so, but no way over eighteen. He had longish black, straight hair, a long face that was just so Native American, and dark eyes. He looked sort of either soft and chunky or a little muscly, but I couldn't tell from across the room.
