The furniture was in the Mission style, an interesting choice for a high-end New Orleans apartment and his youth was evident in the music posters on the walls. Gay sex I laid down, stretched out and was soon deep into reading and enjoying the lovely weather as the ambient noise of the Quarter soon faded into the background. I was so engrossed in my book that I failed to notice the darkening sky until the first raindrop hit me in the forehead followed rapidly by another. “Suck them,” I ordered and he obeyed instantly, wrapping his beautiful lips around my left nipple while caressing it with the tip of his tongue, causing it to harden and inflaming my lust to a level of savagery I hadn’t experienced in years. Aw fuck yeahhhh, take it boy, take it all up your ass. I’m gonna fucking shoot. “Just go easy on me at first,” he said, “it’s been a while and I’m really tight down there.” “Nice,” I said with an evil grin, “now where’s your lube?” He reached into his nightstand drawer, took out a bottle of Gun Oil and handed it to me.
