This was when it was for more than the money—when I was fully possessed by a man’s shaft. Gay sex I could see that he was already set up for pleasure, with lines of Coke laid out on a sheet of paper on the desk. The police were there right after I left. It was having a man want me, need to be inside me, covering me. The two men were retreating.The sailor fucked me there, in the alley, up against the wall. He slapped me across the face, slashing one way and then the other, snapping my head back and forth. Still, it was a question a male whore should not be trapped into answering. A couple of blond hunks were playing pool there. He was large of body, but powerful and mean looking, and quite clearly in command. The two thugs who brought me out to sea fucked me—roughly—for nearly an hour—each. Quickly, master—Usta—come into me quickly,” I murmured. This was when it was for more than the money—when I was fully possessed by a man’s shaft.
