My mind fills in the details I can’t see – sharp sultry eyes; dark mustaches above parted, wet lips; leather jackets, leather vests, leather chaps revealing pale butt-cheeks, ripe to be swatted and spanked.I put my hands behind my head in a gesture of exaggerated confidence. He yanks me away from the wall and I feel my back hit his chest. Gay sex His groans of exertion and pleasure are formless and wordless. But all I care about is the cock in my mouth, and the man who owns it standing over me. He pushes into me savagely, then pulls out quickly, then shoves himself back in again.I start grunting with each thrust, a little yelp to match each push in. My butt starts to hurt, but I love it – this is what it means to be alive, this is what it feels like to be truly wanted, needed, used!It feels good to be taken this way. You need me inside you?”I need you inside me, Sir,’ I say. I figure we are, with this many horny men packed in such a small hot space.
