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Sunday, May 23, 1999 During dinner last night, gazing at hazily beautiful mountains through a mass of black phone cables, Tom asked, "Does the rest of Vancouver look like this?" While he and the dog slept, I checked our guides. "Yeah," I told him this morning. The books said the island had "magnificent views, often blocked by pedestrian buildings." I'd also checked the Alaska-bound ferries for reservations, finding they'd been completely booked since early March. "Though there might be
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Saturday, May 22, 1999 There seemed a strange disconnect between me asking, "What's the best restaurant in town?" and people answering. This was repeated in Forks, at breakfast, with Tom's easy question, "Do you have any fresh fruit?" The waitress paused for a moment, then seeming genuinely confused, replied, "Is watermelon a fruit?" Now normally, I don't eat eggs. I just don't like them. But it seemed dumb to order cold cereal, my usual, on a trip around the country. So starting in
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Friday, May 21, 1999 Even with motel reservations, we'd been rushing the ends of the last three days, not our plan at all. But Mendocino had spooked us---we didn't want to be stuck again in the clone of that Ft. Bragg shanty. (Yeah, yeah: Motel 6 is a palace.) And yeah, again, the dog could always sleep in the truck. But Tom didn't really want that, and we were heading up the rural coast of Washington, home to few motel chains. So we went back to drifting---sort of. Over plastic bre
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Thursday, May 20, 1999 Why do we do things? You can ask Freud if you wanna dig him up, or you can work out the answer: I wanted to see Coos Bay because there was a neat restaurant near where I lived called the Coos Bay Cafe. It always sounded rock-bound. Which Coos Bay wasn't. Dinner, in a dark Italian place, had been dense, oversauced meat balls. Breakfast, in a retro diner, was nuked hash browns. Where was that great home cooking? Still, we might have stopped anyway: even bef
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Wednesday, May 19, 1999 This morning we doubled back again. To see Ferndale. Honest. Flaunted on billboards as both The Victorian Village and The Westernmost City in the Continental U.S. (They must've been really pissed when Alaska joined the Union---no one wants an asterisk in their Book of World Records.) We'd also heard about them in Mendocino---as the only other California town entirely landmarked. I figured we'd have an English breakfast---tea and something chalky---in some ove
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Tuesday, May 18, 1999 Tom walked the dog, showered, shaved, had free-but-rotten coffee in the motel lobby, and thumbed all their tourist lit before I got up. "What'd you find?" I eventually mumbled, squinting at the light. The drapes were transparent. "Some good things." "Like?" I wasn't up to complex words yet. "Couple things better than last night." "Yeah... well..." It was too early to apologize again. "And there's a good place in Mendocino. For brea
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Monday, May 17, 1999 Soon after breakfast, we were back at the dog run. It seemed only fair: the hounds hadn't been out to a slick restaurant the night before, and we didn't even bring them leftovers. Besides, exercise would probably tire Tom's mutt, and she'd sleep all day in the truck. Not that she'd done much else besides spin abstract tongue art on her window. Soon leaving Lisa and Lexy, we quickly sped by San Quentin, grateful to be two of the unwanted. I couldn't imagine t
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Sunday, May 16, 1999 Sunday morning, we all slept late. Except the dog. She'd spent the night in the truck, Nina and Jeff having one of those cats I'd mentioned. Though Tom reprieved her just after dawn, setting her free in the backyard. Still, when we were all finally considering breakfast, and Tom went out to feed her, she was gone. "You're kidding," I said from the inflatable thing I'd been sleeping on, stretched on the living room floor. "No," Tom replied. Tense. I
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Saturday, May 15, 1999 I'd seen Salinas, not that there's very much to see: The Steinbeck Center. Steinbeck House. Nearby Cannery Row gift shoppe 'n' mall. The Steinbeck Center's a combination museum and bookstore, built at the bad end of a town that never really had a good one. Old banks now sell antiques. Former office buildings are antique malls. You wanna buy something new, you gotta drive twenty miles. The museum's only recently opened, delayed for years 'cause Steinbe
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Friday, May 14, 1999 The dog woke me at 6 AM. She wasn't doing anything, just standing with her nose facing the door. Probably universal mutt sign for "Out! Now!" I wasn't about to walk her. And she couldn't walk herself, something she was used to doing in Tom's fenced-in backyard. And I wouldn't wake Tom. I went back to sleep. Maybe an hour later, I kinda knew Tom and the dog were going out. And some time after that I knew they'd returned. And maybe Tom can walk a dog, t
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Two guys and a dog load into a 10-year-old pickup truck and spend two months driving the perimeter of the United States. It doesn't directly show, but over the course of the two months, the narrator falls in love with the driver -- and with the dog.
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Thursday, May 13, 1999 "We're not leaving civilization," I told Tom. "We forget anything, we can buy it on the road." But Tom's more cautious than I am. Though not as obsessed as a former boss of mine, so intent on planning ahead, we sometimes got nowhere at all. Tom and I got somewhere, after only a kind of late start. We headed north from L.A. on a seven-week trip following the U.S. border. At least, I thought seven weeks: I had no idea how long it would actually take to drive
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Caged – Part 3 From Alan: “The Beach” is interesting. It wanders a bit in ways I hadn’t noticed in your writing before, maybe because your other stories all focus on sex, which gives them a built-in tension. Mostly, it seems like a lead-in to your having sex with the main character. Whether that happened or not, it might need to in order for the story to have the same power as your others. Also, in order to make room for the sex, some of the side stories may need to be edited. May
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Caged – Part 2 From Caged: Been very busy with work and haven’t written anything more. Will definitely let you know when I do. I used to think that jacking off was something guys couldn’t help, like peeing. Now I realize I don’t need to. And the last month has really been the first time that I’ve had zero problems concentrating for work. I’m still horny, mind you, it’s just that I can focus my attention elsewhere now for several hours at a time. If anything, a chastity cage is a g
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Caged – Part 1 Into role-play, dom/sub interaction, chastity devices, wrestling, sport/military gear, verbal teasing and humiliation, edging, more. Got hot for kink after visiting a club in Berlin, no kid. PICS TAKEN RECENTLY (yesterday to 15 months ago). Currently in longterm lockup in steel cock cage. Looking for learning and interaction around that. Like men who are confident, dominant, verbal, and like to train or guide. Also love role-play (nerd/jock, etc) and anything imaginativ
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Ticklish Straight ex jock 5'10" 165 37 brwn/blk goatee ex investment banker MBA deathly ticklish all over but get the most turned on watching m/m naked tickling and edging and gang tickling. I am so turned on and my wife is in the other room but I have to jackoff now. So turned on if some young guy has me tied and spread and exposed and vulnerable and ticklish. Back in grad school at U of I, but I live nearby in CR. In A+ shape and the best looking guy I guarantee you! From Alan: Marr
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Warren From Warren: Bind me and spank me please SIR and I'll be yours for LIFE. I also love CBT/TT/WS and the smell of leather. Hello SIRS. Thank you for reading my bio. After being single for 2 years, I’m finally starting to date again. I live and work in CR and have previously been in the St. Louis and Dallas areas, so I’m open to guys from basically anywhere. I’m 44, 6'0, 201, brown hair, and HIV positive for almost 25 years, so I am one of those long term survivors. Other
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Shain From Shain: hi there, visiting Iowa City next week.... From Alan: Great place to be, and right now, the weather’s good. From Shain: I’m just going on a visit. where are you? From Alan: Cedar Rapids, about a half-hour north. Been here before? From Shain: No, but I’ve visited friends in Illinois. From Alan: It’s not that different. From Shain: I always miss the midwest till I start eating the food. From Alan: Got to learn to cook. From Sh
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Tickler From Alan: Hey, what’re are you looking for tonight? From Tickler: Not looking - just checking messages. From Alan: I don’t know why I’m on tonight. It’s mostly the same guys. No decent conversation. From Tickler: I usually get a couple messages a day, but you are wrong about the pics. With as many as 100 pics per guy it’s some of the best amateur porn on the net - not so sure about the chat - I think meeting up would come in second then messages last. Fr
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3 From Alan: Your photo makes you look like the kind of man who’s happier naked. You ever free mid-evening during the week, at your place? I’m curious what you can do. From Duck: As a matter of fact, I would much rather be naked, and also tied up. And I’m quite the butt slut or just plain slut. I’m free quite often, usually from mid-afternoon on. But I have a roommate (older female) who doesn’t know about my behind-the-door activities. So if you can’t host we’d have to motel it. Su
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Ted From Ted: I’m looking for an in-shape guy who’s masculine and wants to get down and dirty. Also looking to meet and repeat. From Alan: How dirty can you be in a tub like that? Though I like what looks like a locomotive on the wall above your head. From Ted: I can get as dirty as you want, in or outside a tub. The pictures are of me in a friend’s bathroom, so the locomotive’s not mine. From Alan: As long as the pictures are of you. Though I can’t see much through
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Ike From Ike: Versatile guy. 37. 190. 6'-2" Dark brown hair and eyes. Sometimes a beard. Into forced nudity, degradation, and humiliation. Love the outdoors. Love role play. Will travel. From Alan: You’re a good-looking man. It might be fun to play. From Ike: Ok, but please understand this isn’t a fantasy of mine but something I truly do with other people. I want to be naked and humiliated in front of fully-dressed men, and I’ve done this before. I was wondering if
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Kev From Alan: That picture of you, tied naked to a door, certainly shows what doors are for. From Kev: Thanx. Tell me what to wear and where to meet you. Then rip my clothes off, tie me up, then send me home. Got your interest? From Alan: Got far more than my interest. From Kev: Can we meet in a really cheap motel? I like that. From Alan: Cheap motel would be perfect. I’ll leave you bound naked on the crappy mattress and take everything you brought. Plan on spen
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Prof From Alan: Do you live in Cedar Rapids or Iowa City? Or neither? I got the idea you were a businessman who lived in the Quad Cities and traveled a triangle whose two far points were Cedar Rapids and Iowa City. From Prof: No, I teach in IC, but I travel sometimes. From Alan: At the university? You were probably there when I was. I’ve got a couple of grad degrees. From Prof: I came to UI 18 years ago. Was at UM for a half-dozen years, then wandered a bit. Fro
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Gael From Gael: hello sir i am not too far away from you perhaps we can become better aquainted what types of things are you most attracted to From Alan: I tend to keep my clothes on these days. From Gael: hello yes i would like that it would be nice it is hard for me actually to meet men since i live with my estranged wife but i am going to progress with my divorce i would like us to meet and you can see how you like me and we can spend some time i am very discreet and masculi
