The conversation was light, he told a few jokes and bought me another round. Indian sex Two gents entered the bar from the street and greeted the patrons at the bar. I’d had run ins with the Alaskan Highway Patrol and partying in an RV will cruising down the snow covered roads just sounded like a night to be spent in jail. I rode him like this for a bit then got off and turned around so I was facing his toes. He stopped and waited for me to adjust. He said they throw a wicked party, everyone leaves satiated if you don’t mind being double teamed for a couple of hours. We entered his room and quickly shed our winter coats and after one passionate kiss, pretty much everything else we were wearing. I’m not a Fag, I’m not a Queer, I said to myself, I swore, it was a one-time thing, and it was just a stupid mistake I made while drunk. It started feeling amazing. I would roll forward to lift my hips high enough, so his mushroom head was just starting to crown then slam back down burying his cock balls deep.
