I flew into Anchorage Airport at 3:20 on a Friday afternoon. I found a hotel close to the center of the City and plugged in my laptop. The craigslist ad I’d left the day before had 5 answers already, and I responded to of them with the hotel room number and the other I discarded, sounded like twinks, and I’m just not into the girlyboy stuff. I took all but one towel out of the bathroom and put them and the robes in a drawer.
I walked down the street and found a drug store, bought some oil and lube, several types of condoms and some towels and t s. The clerk seemed unfazed by the obvious orgy kit I put on the counter.
“Have fun”
Was her only comment as I left. I stopped at a liquor store and bought bottles of whiskey, some vodka, wine, beer, soda and Kahlua. I was carrying quite a load as I headed back to the hotel. There were several “street people” hanging around on 4th Ave., I spotted a in his mid 20′s and stopped beside where he was crouched in a doorway.
“Hi, I’ll give you $20.00 to carry some of this a couple blocks for me.”
His eyes lit up and he jumped up and started taking bags from me, suddenly noticing I had bags full of booze.
“Sure, lead the way, man!”
gay twinks.