I am staying at Cathedral City Boys Club – CCBC – in Palm Springs California. Alfy, who I met the first night I was here, refers to it as an outdoor bath house and he is pretty much right. There is cruising everywhere on what has been told to me is a 3.5 acre establishment. It doesn’t seem that large to me, but hey what do I know about how big an acre looks.
I have been here seven days and I have been cruising with varying degrees of success every day and night. It is beginning to get a little boring, but I will no doubt go for a little look around again before retiring tonight.
Many gay men would deny knowing anything about this kind of cruising for sex thing but most of us do. Most men would have given up on it by my age though. Perhaps it is because I came out late and still feel like I am making up ground. I have never had a full time lover, and quite frankly I enjoy the chase in places like this. Most of the guys I have met here at least want to exchange names and where we are from. I don’t really care all that much. I am not here to find a lover that is for sure, and really not even a friend. I am just looking for a warm body with whom I can share some intimacy.
A friend once told me that I seemed to go for exotic men. I can now add, Egyptian, Cuban and Mexican to my list of exotic breeds.
Gay Life's Like That 