The guy was tall, broad, ruggedly handsome, and very masculine. The reddish brown hair on the sides of his head was cut very short, and on top of his ...ead the hair was far longer and slicked back. His beard and moustache were slightly darker than the other hair on his head, but also had a reddish tinge. For a moment, I thought that he was a straight guy who had inadvertently entered a gay place, but when he ordered his beer he seemed relaxed and so well-known to the barman, that I dispelled. I was not looking at myself in the mirror, but I heard Terry say as he finally pushed my mouth off him, “Slow down, Tracy, I know you love sucking cock, but not so fast, baby. Hell, you don’t know what the other two things I want you to do yet, honey.”I kept stroking his fat cock as I looked up at him in the mirror as he was looking at me and trying to pull him back into my mouth. I knew that he was close and I know Terry, I just know that if I can just get him to climax he would let this thing. In San Francisco, on a trip, I discovered a sex club where not only couldI suck off a large number of guys, always in the open, and there wasalways a large audience watching. And there were also occasions where I could service a group of men at thesame time, going back and forth between cocks with hands and mouth anddevouring spurt after spurt of hot sperm. I, of course, had became extremely proficient at giving blowjobs by thenand could extract almost anyone's cum in a very short period.One. Only when I felt myself dropping on the far end of the arc did I pull my arms down and into a tuck. I somersaulted in as tight a ball as I could and waited as long as I dared before snapping out and reaching for the ground with my toes. My timing was perfect. I landed on both feet and jogged away.I slowed to a walk; turned around and headed back. My cheering section was running down to meet me. Jim and Neeka arrived first with Brute beside them."Where's my mark?" I asked. Neither answered. They.