Alfredo approaches, and I pull him to me and plant a deep kiss on his lips. Gay porn They certainly behave very close and they can’t be related since I don’t notice any likeness between them.“So, are you Italian?” I inquire to start the conversation.“Me,” Alfredo says, “si, Italiano, but Nico, no, is Espanol from Barcelona.”“That’s nice,” I smile as I remember one of my trips to Barcelona where I watched the gay parade and had a couple of interesting sexual meets (one of which was my first glory-hole experience). I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference, except that they sounded like they were singing a happy song.The apartment is small. A very nice city.”“And, you from?” Alfredo asks.“Oh, so sorry,” I realize that I haven’t introduced myself. “But we like how you dress. “I speak the English and Rico my friend he speak the English also.”“Perfetto,” I repeat, still smiling, wondering where this is going.“Rico my friend,” the guy says placing an arm around Rico’s waist, “wonder if maybe you got a cigarette for us?” They both glance at the packet of Winstons I have on the table.“Oh,” so they want to bum a cigarette.
