So… Saturday night. This is >96.37% true, and only tweaked so it flows better (like my cock was…)
I planned a visit to my local cruise bar (bar downstairs, glory holes, porn cinema, playrooms upstairs), and went for a couple of drinks with my (F) partner. She headed home about 9.30 and I went for some fun.
It was a bit quiet, so I had a bit of a wander around – I got a couple of come-ons, but I wasn’t ready yet.
The owner was delighted to see me again – one of the barmen, C, had been annoying him to call him if I came in while he was off. C, BTW, is about 35, hot, smart, interesting…
I got changed into my slut wear (lace top, corset, slutty skirt, fishnets, stompy boots), and wandered off for a toke and to find a couple of cocks to suck… which totally didn’t happen.
I swear, a lot of gay guys are awfully ‘straight’ when it comes to kinky fun.
OK, fine. I’ve had a toke, and I’m horny AF. C isn’t going to be here for an hour, so I’ll go entertain myself…