Gay Cowboys And Indians

I slid my lips up and down his hard shaft while using my tongue to caress his cock and lick his piss hole, varying my technique to build up a good load in his balls.
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At 18- I decided it was time to head west. I was a young man who had spent the last year working in one of the “gentlemen’s clubs”, basically a whorehouse where men went to fuck other men, in New York City.
I had been raised in rural Ohio as a member of an ultra-conservative/separatist religious sect and had no other plans in life than living out my life as part of that community. Until, that is, the evening that my father found me in the barn with the neighbor’s cock firmly lodged up my ass. I was thrown out that night and told never to return which sounded like a good idea to me, too, actually. I had acquired enough skills that I could feed and shelter myself from the resources of the wilds around me until I slowly made my way to the cities where I learned that I had other skills useful in supporting myself. This is how I wound up as a prostitute in a male bordello. Thanks to my strict upbringing I didn’t share the failings of my co-workers that always left them broke and desperate…I had saved up quite a nest egg and I was really sick and tired of New York and the house where I worked so I hatched a plan to move to wild and wooly San Francisco which I had heard many stories about. The only problem was there was an entire country between here and there and at that time there was no easy way to make the journey.
I finally made contact through a discreet newspaper...