More! More! Gay sex 1. When I travel to my favorite city, I have one particular bar I like most. I had gone to the bar like I usually do in the afternoons for a drink and some social time. I had been walking around the patio and made eye contact with a beefy black man with a beautiful, huge, thick beard and a dense mass of chest hair coming out of the V neck of his t-shirt. Unfortunately, he was also engrossed in raucous laughter and conversation with three other friends gathered around a table. I continued on a little farther to see if there was any action going on around the corner where it’s not at all uncommon to find at least one or two men swinging on dicks. Today there was nothing going on. Not even anyone sitting waiting for someone to come around the corner. I turned back to head inside and when I turned the corner, the big beautiful black bear again looked up at me and held eye contact as his eyebrows elevated slightly. Slight enough that his friends probably didn’t even notice. I smiled and kept walking toward the door to go back inside. As I opened the door, I looked back and he was looking straight
