He grinned at me. I yelled and almost passed out. Gay sex In sum, Bruno was as desirable clothed as he was naked; those trousers were an irresistible invitation to get physical with him. “And did you ever dress like that?” I asked.Richard smiled smugly. ‘After all, you’ve had me twice so far, so that’s only fair. Apart from that, Richard played rugby and fenced. “Once I got to spend the weekend with Bruno. Suddenly the fountains began to play – this happened about once a month and we were near the Bassin de Neptune. Bruno’s look was modern and, while I detested the 1970s as ‘the decade that style forgot’, there was a fashionable look back then, about 1968-71, that suited him. You could only wear the smallest and thinnest briefs, or a thong, under them. I can’t tell you how great he looked, sprawled on the sofa, legs wide apart, shirt unbuttoned, dark curly chest-hair glistening. So we let him in; he ended by being spit-roasted.
