Promiscuous Boy: Gay Backroom Breeding Erotica

I don’t just want a taste. I want it all. The options circulating around Club D, some shirtless, some in harnesses, all look delicious. I’m drawn onto the dancefloor by a sexy and sultry blond.

We don’t spend much time there. I let him know exactly what I’m looking for with the sway of my hips. We don’t bother to exchange names. We won’t know one another for long.

The backroom is intoxicatingly fragrant and filled with animalistic sound. After being used by the guy I picked up off the dancefloor, I’m approached by another … then another.

I’m gonna be filled to dripping tonight.