He grasped his cock, already in long, thick, and jet-black erection, and, taking the hint, I leaned over his lap, took the shaft in my mouth, and gave him head. HH bellied up to the wall away from me, raising his arms and palming the wall, as his hips went into a thrusting motion.At nearly the same time, a chunky cock was pushed through the glory hole to my right. Gay sex For me sex was sex was sex. Lounge beds, haphazardly arranged surrounded the pool. This was the hedonist seventies, and sexual exploration managed to get past lie detectors. He’d long had my ass as well. Ziegfield’s was an even more popular club on the street at the time and one of the last to close. The main gay-clientele theater that moved was the Gaiety. I was there from the CIA, which was administering the programs. The center of gay clubbing returned to the 17th Street Dupont Circle neighborhood in the southwest.The plan for the evening was simple. I was balling Jenny constantly–she wanted it–but there was something missing by not going under guys too.”My wife is taking advantage of me being on duty tomorrow evening to have a girlfriend party at the apartment,” I said.
