We did wear masks, though. I varied the rhythm and intensity of my thrusts, giving it to him good until I felt one or both of us tense, ready to explode and then backing off, savoring the fuck, taking as much time as I could to hold off on one or both of us going to completion—until we couldn’t hold off any longer and in a moment of frenzied slapping of balls against tender skin and Jamie crying out, “Now! Gay porn That’s what’s happening in this neighborhood—a building where people come during the day and leave at night. And my car keys are up in my room. There was something “off” about how I was approaching him.Jamie was showing me what gay pride was about—and it wasn’t about dressing up and parading down a Charleston street.I think my failure with him may have started with me failing to admit I was really Clint Newsome, the professional tennis player.
