One great thing about living in San Francisco is that you don’t really have to worry about dressing too gay. In small towns you might worry someone will yell “fag” at you driving down the street, but here you’ll notice cars go suspiciously slow after passing. Neil saw me running in his neighborhood, got a hard-on, and immediately messaged asking to set up the gloryhole. My ass was already warmed up from the jog, so I hopped right on…