Seriously? Man, if you gotta belong to a jack-off community, then you really, really have social or some other issues. Thanks to the World Wide Web a loser is nurtured every half minute. Devolution....
Don't beat it when you can go out and meet it!
A curious log concerning my goings-on in the curious, queer, and scandalous industry of illicit sex...and then, sometimes, what happens off camera too. Wicked.
condoms and lube stuffed down my crotchIt took hours before I got any action. The sexing I witnessed up until that point was clearly between couples who enjoyed being watched - correction: ogled. I concluded they were couples because she wasn't passed around -- much to the dismay of so many peckers. With no bitches catching my scent I was damned if I was going home without getting laid so...I opened up my options. (Be that as it may I still would prefer to go on a mixed night than an all-gay night because it is just a bit more exciting than being in the thick of unshapely horny Germans who decided to take a respite from anti-socializing on Gayromeo).
Then he whispered, Will you fuck me? I nodded.I thought that concluded my night and went and sat in a small lounge with dead TV monitors pitted in its red painted wall. A group of three drinkers - two men and a lady - sat opposite. I rested my head back and closed my eyes. Someone sat near me. It was a handsome, brown man I'd recognized throughout the night. His body was lean and hairless and he was sporting tiny white running shorts which nicely contrasted his bronze tone. Spent, though, I leaned my head back and ignored him. When his hand caressed my chest I didn't flinch; nor as it moved down to my crotch. I pulled it out for him to admire better. Right there before the watching eyes of the trio (I peeked) he took my dick in his mouth. I reclined and stared at the ceiling. Then he whispered, Will you fuck me? I nodded. Follow me, he grinned. We stopped the foreplay show and he led me to an area just off of the principal dance floor.
staring up at me with a satisfied grin like the sweet cocksucker that he wasWhen I left the Kit Kat I was surprised to see the bright blue Sunday morning sky. It was 7am.