As I walked out, I put on my shoes in the dark and walked down the stairs. With a Buddha greeting me, getting killed was out of the question—right? Gay sex A couple of exhales later I said, “Thank you.”From the other side came a satisfied “Hmm,” soft and smug.“Shame, you didn’t get to try my ass,” he said.“Sorry,” I replied, “I couldn’t help myself.”“Was I good?”“Yes, of course,” I said.“Good,” he answered, followed by a pause.I pulled my jogging pants up.“How old are you, Reggie?”“Thirty-five.”I didn’t want to ask his age. He sounded like someone who’d lived a long, full life. Stop being a detective, Reggie! He sniffed, then coughed—not once, but several times. It would be quite a sensorial experience. I then wondered if too much cock-sucking had injured his vocal cords.I passed him the poppers. Finally, an open door was the sign that I had reached the fourth floor. That’s the point of a glory hole, wasn’t it? With a Buddha greeting me, getting killed was out of the question—right? I’ll either get turned on or tickled.
