There was no subtlety or foreplay with my tongue; my desire was so strong that I began lapping and tasting his depth as quickly as I could.A long moan erupted from the bartender the instant he felt my warmth on his skin. He hunched back into my face as I continued to lick. Gay sex Author’s Note: Special thanks for Gary and Terry for their suggestions and proof-reading. There was no subtlety or foreplay with my tongue; my desire was so strong that I began lapping and tasting his depth as quickly as I could.A long moan erupted from the bartender the instant he felt my warmth on his skin. He hunched back into my face as I continued to lick. Any inconsistencies, spelling errors, typos, or grammatical mistakes are therefore their fault.The Last HoorahThursday evening rolled around, and I showed up at a house just outside of Bridgeport, Connecticut, at the designated time. I didn’t have particularly high hopes, but if this was the only real chance I had of getting the money I was owed from the debacle that was the party earlier in the week. If nothing else, it would give me a chance to thank the bartender that had helped care for me in its aftermath.I still seethed when
