He continued pumping me until he tensed and jerked, tensed and jerked, and filled the bulb of the condom.I didn’t fight the man. Gay sex And it was all with the encouragement of my creative writing professor, Mark Upton. That included Youcef at the booth and the black guy at the bar. All I could do was moan and groan and writhe. I turned my attention to Guido standing down the bar from where the Algerian and black guy were huddling while my glass was refilled. Guido moved out of the booth at the same time and went to the bar, saddling up to a French dockworker he had picked out for himself.Not long after he left, the Algerian slid into the booth beside me. The closet door was hanging open and was empty. The booth bench was backed by a planter with fake foliage in it. His English was hesitant but sufficient.“American,” I answered, flashing him my idea of a shy smile.“Nice. He held for a moment for me to adjust to the size of him, but then he began to pump me and move rhythmically on top of me.
