Quinby had only recently come out and told his family that he was gay. He had met some very supportive
people at the local LGBT center including a very obese lesbian named
Cathy. She had encouraged him to
get his ass stretched down one of the many bathhouses down in the Castro. He had taken her up on this advice and
soon trotted down there, lube in hand, rubbers in the other and before
long he was getting taken left, right and center and having a great time of it. He loved being gay. He didn't care about the rainbows or the pride events or even the fact he was now eligible to wear
fluffy boots with his white denims and shiny t-shirts. It was all about cock and taking as many as possible. He felt different back there in no time at all. He loved feeling all puckered and
loose and was sure that his balloon knot would now be prized by the many leather men in the city who would love to bend him over and give his ass a damn fine walloping.