There was a time, before Ian and I got serious, when I would go into Forest Hills and go to this gay bar I knew that had a back room for cruising. It was a dimly-lit maze of flimsy plywood corridors and chain-link fencing. Every five or six feet there were holes in the walls. There was even a small area near the back where several guys could get together and suck anonymous cock face to face; no names, no talking, just quick, sleazy sex. That bar has been gone now for several years, replaced with a pet shop of all things! But when I then back to those heady days of free cock, I grow hard and thank my stars I didn't get anything worse than a face full of warm, sticky jizz.
No comments:
Post a Comment