Jacob was one of the bar whores, ever ready for a trip to the shed in back upon the dropping of a fistful of franc notes.“Small, brown, cute. Gay sex I wanted him all the more for that.“Felix,” I murmured with a gesture of open arms, open legs, to him, but he just gave a little laugh, stuffed himself back into his trousers, turned, and returned to the bar. “I think there must be a deeper reason from him to want to stay here than that.”Felix laughed. He enjoyed covering me, but he wanted his favorite submissive back—and that, alas, wasn’t me.I took it all, moaning, feeling it penetrate deep, throbbing, fully possessing me in my central core. Very good. I panted hard and moaned as he entered, entered, entered me and slow thrust to the beat of the drums.As the youth plowed me in the dance of the fuck, Felix appeared beside me and whispered into my ear, “I am going to bed. They walked past me, though, headed for one of the tents, no doubt knowing where they could find drinks.I stood there at the end of the gangplank for a few minutes, taking it all in.
