I love coffee shops, in fact when I visit a new town on vacation, the first thing I look up are the best coffee shops. There is a dual purpose in this, one, I love good coffee, and two, I am sure to find like minded gay boys who also love coffee, and hanging out too.

I recon that hanging out at a coffee bar is safer than a night club, and you attract a better class of person. You never know at a night club if you are going to pick up “rent” boy who is a drug user, and these days you have to be safe, you don’t want to “pick up” anything else either.

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I have vacationed all over the US, I intend to see every state before I die, and yes I will be going to Utah. This year, the letter “M” came up as I threw a dart at an alphabet chart, so Maine it was. The state is picturesque and it was autumn, so I couldn’t think of a nicer place to visit, the more picturesque the state has taught me by experience, the more picturesque the gay boys

The moment I sat down at the trendiest looking coffee ship in the little coastal village, I knew I had chosen right. Mr. Right in fact, the coffee shop owner, and he couldn’t be more perfect, his name was Dick (how apt). We hit it off from the get-go and arranged for him to collect me at my guest house that night, after he closed for business.

As arranged he collected me at my guest house at 10pm, and he cut straight to the chase, “let’s go to my place and fuck”. I wasn’t complaining, after all this is what my holiday was for, kicking back and relaxing.

Everything about Dick was fabulous, his dick, his home, his coffee and his looks. From the minute we entered the door to his home, he was utterly charming, slamming me up against the wall with his hard cock pressed into the back of me.

He hardly got me inside the door when he pushed me up against a wall and thrust his tongue down my throat and his hand down the front of my pants, asking to see what I had hiding away from him. Dick has a dick to die for.

I haven’t got much space left to go into great detail, but Dick is my favorite boy from all the states I have seen in the US. I really hope the dart pierces in the “M” again next year, I enjoyed Maine. If it doesn’t I suppose I will have to take my lust wherever it leads me.

Vacations come and go and there was a lot of cumming and going this vacation. I had no regrets leaving, but I’ll tell you one thing, Maine boys, know what are in the know, don’t ever think this is a backwoods state, I will be returning for more in the future.

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