I felt the pressure as he pushed inside. Gay sex Was I nervous? I work here… with the boys.”His voice was calm, but his eyes were hungry.I placed my hand on his thigh, slowly working up to his crotch. I licked them clean.They laughed and called me a filthy little slut. I could feel him stiffen beneath my fingers.“Can I suck it?”He nodded.He stood, pulled down his pants, and his cock—short but thick—sprang out. I needed a man. Or maybe more.So, one humid evening, I fired up Grindr. Sure. With a deep groan, he spilled into my mouth. Two were hot—young, rugged, with that unmistakable stare of men who’ve seen things and want more.Before I could say a word, a man stepped out from a nearby room. One guy, tall and lean, slid between my legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders. With a deep groan, he spilled into my mouth. I needed a man. The three guys from the rooftop entered, silent, eyes locked on me. He waved me in.Inside, we sat on the bed, and I tried to break the tension.“Do you do this often?” I asked.He smiled.
