Well, as Slim Dusty so eloquently put it ‘there’s nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear, than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer’. Just re...lace the ‘pub with no beer’ bit, for the ‘Cliff Head Hotel’ and that about sums the place up. Anyway, on this particular day I was climbing up the stairs cut into the cliff face, after taking my morning dip in the sea. Yeah well, I had to find a reason to get out of bed in the before noon when I was at the Cliff Head. They are steep and narrow, so it. I stay on my knees, edge forward, pull you down the bed until your dripping pussy hangs over the edge. Without wasting any more time, I plunge into where we both need to go to get rid of the desire that is consuming us.With a single thrust I push my entire length into your waiting hole, driving my shaft the full length of its pleasure, giving both of us the initial rush that we so badly need. You gasp once, and I moan softly. Then we both remember we are in a non-private place, in someone elses. I always kinda new that Citadel Hill was a cruisy place for gay men, but never had the opportunity to to check it out myself. I knew for sometime that I was interested in men--when I trained at the Y I was always attracted to the older men's members: sneaking glances when I could. I'd masturbate alone at night thinking about the cocks I saw in the communal showers.I had not ever been with a man though.So, when I found myself downtown at night I thought I'd wander around on 'the Hill', under the. I felt her try and close her legs but I was prepared and kept them open.“Just relax, Betty. You know you’re enjoying this!”I heard her breathing becoing more rapid. Got you, you old bitch!“Turn over!” I was in a hurry now. I wanted my cock inside her as soon as possible.She rolled onto her belly and I got her to kneel on the edge of the bed, her face pressed into the mattress. I nudged her legs wide. Her arse was thrust high into the air and her big droopy udders dangled, the erect teats almost.