San Bernardino, Fall 1993"Ok, mes amis," Matt says, "I'm going to tell you about the time j'effrayé les chevaux."
Lane and I have driven 70 miles to San Bernardino to spend the weekend with my first boyfriend, Fred, and his partner, the 27-year old Cute Young Thing Matt. Their friend Jerome, a Daddy months away from becoming a Geezer, has joined us for dinner, and now we're swapping stories of dates from hell, supersized penises, and fantasy hookups.
I told about how Alan and I hooked up with the kept boy, Jerome told about how he almost had sex with his own father. Now it's Matt's turn.
"You frightened the horses?" I translate.
He nods "When Mrs. Campbell heard that gay people exist, she said 'I don't care, as long as they don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.' Well, mes amis, right in the bar, right before the very eyes of the scandalized patrons, the bartender and moi...well, you'll see what we did."
The rest of the story, with nude photos and sexual situations,is on Tales of West Hollywood.