St phane is there, with his big gentle eyes, a slutty tank top plunging to his tits. He says Nothing, I was getting a little bored. The fucking fuck bar. The anniversary of the Transfert. Cake is being passed around on paper plates.
Nobody wants any, but to be polite the guys closest to the bar force themselves.
Well let me remind you there are plenty of people out there who would. I go around the back of the backroom, suck a little the skinhead boy hanging out naked in the big sink everybody uses for pissing. What he wants in fact is my piss, but I don't want to piss. I get a few kisses, two guys tweak my nipples. I do the same to them.