I was wearing my usual outfit of a loose gauzy oatmeal colored top with almost sheer pants of the same color that showed off whatever underwear I’d chosen for the day. Gay sex All my fellatio skills came into play wrangling his thick cock down my throat, but eventually I got my saliva at the right level and my breathing rhythm at the right pace and deep throated that fucker like a champ. It was a small complex of seven units that used to be a motor court in the fifties and now catered to queer people. I threw on my short little silk robe I’d gotten in Japan a few years prior and peeked my head around the corner.There was no plastic. Also, at some point in the night, I’d thought the thin sheet had become too much and kicked it off the side of the bed. Clearly they hadn’t seen me.The calm was shattered when his young assistant squatted down.
