I’m leaning into the door, naked, stroking my p***s to keep it hard with one hand and holding the peep-hole knob up with another. I cannot take another dreary man, or an old man, or a tantric slave who tells me I’m sad. If this fellow does not look promising, then I’m ditching the binge, ordering a fatty Papa John’s Meat Lovers pizza and watching cartoons.
He’s from Grindr and calls himself ‘Jocko.’ Through the peep-hole he’s adorable, young, masculine and clearly a little desperate. I am studying his tiny face through the hole as he stares unwittingly ahead. This peep view is very similar to the tiny shots on Grindr. As he tentatively steps in I decide that you can determine a lot about someone through miniscule visuals.
Jocko is carrying a large duffle bag. He does not look at me, wh
