Snaking one hand around to cup my chin and pull my head back into his chest, the cowboy grasped my cock and stroked me off as he fucked me.I woke slouched in a chair in the hotel lounge, fully clothed, not sure what, if anything, had happened. Gay sex I was easy.The train lurched to a stop, I could see the blur of lights outside as I clutched at his bare buttocks and moved with his thrusts. A neon sign announcing Rider’s Bar blinked down an adjacent alley.I had figured out by the time I approached the bar that this was a gay club. Sore enough to think something had. He was inside me, fucking me, both of us grunting and moaning in the silence of the raging blizzard outside. An intercom broadcast announced that the rails ahead were buried in snow. He was inside me, fucking me, both of us grunting and moaning in the silence of the raging blizzard outside.
