He clunks the glass down on the napkin in front of him on the bar. Her tale of woe sung with a sorrowful wail fills the jam-packed room.“Enough of this sad shit,” a man shouts, “sing a happy song. Gay sex Ron’s fingers weave a delicate net of interlocking paths through the forest of butt hair on Jacob’s ass. Get up!” Jacob says in a frantic pace, “I hear someone a-comin’.”The sound of the bathroom door opening, as it swings on hinges.Ron stands and rapidly turns his body to the urinal in front of him.Jacob hastily tucks his still hard and throbbing cock into his jeans. A twanky-sounding tune streams forth from the mouth of the cowboy hat wearing woman behind the microphone, she sways as woman if she were possessed by the music. Ron’s fingers weave a delicate net of interlocking paths through the forest of butt hair on Jacob’s ass. Another man can walk in at any moment and catch the pair engaged in their tryst.Jacob does not move.Ron does not move, except to pump the cock in his mouth like an oilrig.The gyrations are slow, deliberate. The saliva and cum mix in an abundance of tasty juice, which seeps down Ron’s throat as he applies more pressure from his learned
