In desperation to get to shelter, I dashed into a doorway of a bar across the street. The place was empty, with the exception of a solitary barman rea...ing a book at the bar. I whipped the rain from my hair and face and sat on a barstool.“What’ll be your pleasure?” the barkeep asked as he came to face me.“What kinds of scotch do you have?”He recited a litany of unremarkable brands. “That’s it?” I asked.“Well, we have the expensive stuff, but there’s not much demand for it in this area.”“What’s. The other guy had me finish him off with a handjob. I stroked his dick as fast as I could and it worked. I looked up at him. His eyes wereclosed and his jaws were cliched tight. I knew he was gonna blow any second. Then with no warninghis white sticky cum came shooting out. It went all over me. In my face, my mouth, everywhere.He did the same as the first guy. walking over to the corner, getting dressed and the guard let him out.The last guy wasn't even close. He kept fucking me harder and. .. Benefit for who though? Both of us I suspected with shock. I was feeling aroused and getting wetter between my legs. Roy was obviously aware of the new opportunity now available. Minutes later his hand left my breast and descended over my tummy. He moved his head a little, clearly so he could see what he was doing. Would he let his hand go onto my panty area, or would he lift off and try to pull up my nightie (which didn't have far to go before my knickers would be visible)? I suspect he. I moved into the men's room apartments about a year ago. It's been a pretty nice apartment for the money now that I'm retired. It is a great group of guys. I came back in after hanging out outside with the guys. We walked down to the liquor store and bought some cigars and beer. We sat on the benches out front most of the night. It was a warm night. I wore my red button up shirt. jean shorts. Some red sheer socks. My tassel loafers. After a cigar and a few beers I head in for the night. When I.