Then a young, pretty fairy with lacy wings, and not much else on-(the waiter)-comes over.’There’s a small pre-party in the basement party room-down those stairs’-and he indicates narow stairs in an alcove.’Thanks, I’ll give it a try’, I say-and take my free drink and go downstairs. The barthender there is a stud weightlifter, with a big bulge in his shorts, dressed as a devil;(but had a sort of dead stare, as if he wasn’t all there-like the guy upstairs). The only other guy at the small bar was a werewolf-really good mask, blue eyes, nice body, and he had a fur cloak on with a fur loincloth-;(with a big dick filling the loincloth and really bulging out). He chats me up- I learn he’s a motorcyle mechanic, and he finds out I do massage therapy for a living.We have a couple strong Bourbon and cokes, and he says, ‘Want to go over to the Rec. Gay sex (I’ve been fucked a lot,so no problem there.);(and my big ass protects me from any damage.)Joel starts gently, then starts fucking harder and deeper, and I moan with pleasure.Hearing that he really starts fucking much harder, I moan again, and then he seems out of control fucking wildly, and giving deep grunts as he fucks me. Suddenly
