I had just celebrated my 20th birthday and had recently come out of the closet about my sexuality. I had decided I was gay at an early age, and I had had my fair share of sexual experiences.
Starting with boys my own age and moving up to men as I found out the pleasure of big thick cocks that produce precum and cum.
Here I was 36 years old, in the prime of life and not getting any at home. I finally caved to my curiosities and like others I would steal glances in the locker room, shower, bathroom ... wherever and when ever I had a chance.
The man behind the counter when I got back was a solid built black guy, maybe late 30s, dark skin and with a really nice smile. The name sewed on his shirt over his left pocket was 'Jamal.
Pleased at his response, I poured more drinks and put on some Barry White to set the mood. Barry worked his magic because the mood changed quickly with Jean-Paul being unable to hide his excitement or the massive cock growing in his pants.
With just the boys and myself left in the Beach House there was a constant atmosphere of sexual tension as if at any moment we would set about each other's bodies.
He wasnt even looking me in the eyes he was below my neck. I snapped my fingers, "eyes up here. Listen its a unmarked car across the street. I dont know who it be, but watch it.
I was awakened by the wind, when I opened my eyes I could see that it was daylight. I climbed out of bed, walked to the window and looked out to see what was going on. The snow was thick, coming down in big flakes. The ground was covered with 10 or more inches of snow.
I'd managed to snag a job in in one of the better hotel near the DFW airport. I work the night shift. It is normally very quiet at night. I very seldom saw anyone. I was coming to UTA in Arlington and this job allowed me to work on my studies at night.