He still had his briefs on, but a clutch of construction workers were zeroed in close to him, stuffing bills in his waistband and making offers, so I doubted he’d be up there very much longer. I instinctively turned left, toward the downtown area, and shuffled along with my hands in the pockets of my jacket. Gay porn They wanted me.The barkeep handed another bottle of beer to me as I kicked off my shoes – I wasn’t wearing socks – and balanced on the top of the cold bar on the balls of my feet. It had been much warmer just a few minutes earlier, when I’d gotten back. The tank was still there, even closer to me, and still with that sloppy grin on his face.’Next up!’ yelled the barkeep. If everything had been a blur before it was twice as murky now.I felt the hollow, cacophonous noise of the crowd and band music reasserting itself and the strong hands of the construction workers pulling me off the bar top and carrying me over to the table, where they had gangfucked the blond.The barkeep was yelling, ‘Next! . When I wasn’t so keyed up .
