“Maybe you should stop drinking the hard stuff. Gay sex From where he was sitting Paul could see the stud’s fuck bulge. The dazed stud began to moan. His hunky body twisting in perfect time with the music. Less money for the room meant more money for partying.It was Friday night, only two nights left, and the guys couldn’t decide where to go. He bet it felt good up a girl’s cunt. The sheer gall this stud had to come into this place, dressed the way he was, was giving Paul the hardest boner he’d ever had.When the latest song ended Andreas huffed his way to the bar, breathing heavy. He was simply enjoying a night out with friends when he saw Andreas. “Thanks, man,” he said, holding the bottle while scoping out the dance floor. Paul went inside and finagled a room from the dimwitted clerk. Have fun for the rest of Break. All she could say was that the room had been paid for in cash. And he got hard. Separate the mark from the crown (his friends), befriend him, gain his trust, and voila!From his spot at the bar Paul kept track of Andreas’ every move: who he came in with, who he talked to, who he danced with, what
