Two Bottoms

I looked at the time and said, “DAMN”, and felt a slight panic. I hurriedly pulled on my gym shorts and shoes and dashed out the front door.
How did it get so late? I wondered. One minute I’m reading gay stories on ‘Udatz’ and suddenly it is two-hours later!
I walked quickly to ‘Boner Park’. That wasn’t the parks real name, I forget now what it is called, but after dark it was ‘where-men-went-to-meet–men’. I lived three blocks away and I picked up my pace. I hoped it wasn’t too late to ‘hook-up’ with someone.
I crossed the street and walked on the high side of the park. It was almost shaped like a bowl and you could look down and see the park from above. I continued walking as I stared down at the walking path that went around the flower garden. I couldn’t see anyone, but that didn’t mean much, men seemed to come out of nowhere when you walked around the path.
I went down the hill and when I reached the path I slowed down to a casual stride. There were lamp posts and the path was lit up enough to see where you were going, but still dark enough for the ‘tops’ to hide in the shadows and watch the parade of ‘bottoms’ walking past them. It always amazed me that I never saw anyone until they were right beside me.
My goal was the Pepsi machine outside the men’s room on the other side of the flower garden. Someone usually approached me before I made it to the soda machine. Not tonight, though. I stood near the machine for a minute or two—the park was very quiet—I cursed myself for not paying closer attention to the time.
I turned to walk back and a man was standing in front...