Tales Of A Gay Man (Final)
Three guys crowded his ass, with one of them pounding him like an animal.
The other guys were hot, for sure, but the guy currently fucking the bottom was...too hot. I recognized his muscles, I had seen them all too often at work, barely restrained by his tight clothes. He turned his head to kiss one of the other guys, and I saw his beard. His hand rested on the bottom's foot, up in the stirrup, and it had his Kara, his iron bracelet, dangling around his wrist.
There wasn't any mistaking it. My manager, Jas, was fucking the life out of a bottom in a gay bath house.
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