A full mouth too, no doubt—seasoned, sure of itself.I felt strangely comfortable with the idea of an old wise man. And yet, there I was, melting into his confidence. Gay sex So I dressed quickly.Please stay behind the curtain. I then wondered if too much cock-sucking had injured his vocal cords.I passed him the poppers. Maybe he was a massage therapist.“Oh yes,” I heard him say as my dick hardened. That’s all it is. After hours of ghosting, bad timing, and “maybe laters,” wasn’t it obvious the universe didn’t want me getting laid tonight?Still, I had to squeeze the lemon for its last drops—or was it twisting a dry cloth, I forget—to get some action.That final drop turned out to be one last act of desperation: a glory hole at the edge of the night.If I wasn’t going to get fucked, I might as well put my penis in a hole—into the vacuum of the void—to get some sexual satisfaction out of it. As I placed my limp appendage through the hole, his eager mouth was on me, and my body was pulled forward.
