I Didn't Inhale
I’m not a threat, or I at least seem like a rather nice guy to those women who work in the adult entertainment industry. I don’t really know what they think because I haven’t asked, and really wouldn’t know how to phrase the question. Simply put, I went to the Colorado (a gentlemen’s club) last night and enjoyed it, but unlike my earlier years of going to such establishments I didn’t get any free table dances - or at least not that I’m sure of. I’d elaborate on that except I don’t really know how. Linh was someone I took a shine to, and perhaps vice versa if either of us could do such a thing. I mean with her being in it for the money and me being a whatchamacallit, how does that work? In this case, who out best whom? It is a game about money power and the power of sex after all, and I’m not sure if she was offering me a table dance or selling me one. Suddenly it dawned on me in my confusion to just tell her, you know that would be great but I’m queer. And yeah well, it didn’t sound too good in my head either so I held my tongue which she took the pause as an insult and left. Maybe she suddenly felt regretful about having left her pussy juice on my chin, after all that’s sort of a personal thing - Women don’t just leave that anywhere. Maybe I shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much, but I didn’t know that all that touching was allowed. I kept my hands to myself after all, it was her not me so I’m not to blame. I wasn’t the one with my legs wrapped around her hips in that awkward position with my crotch fitted to hers,,,, well ok I can’t deny that part but I didn’t know about the shoulder lock thing and I didn’t inhale. The guys were like, “man you got a lot of attention tonight, shit.” In the end though I guess I like the attention and the idea of penetration. Excuse me, I mean infiltration. I’m no drama queen, and to prove it I let the guys have my leftovers. All this brought back all the forgotten memories of those topless forays another friend and I had many years ago. He and I would always seem to pull a free table dance, not every time but enough to know that we were a good combo. This became very evident when women wanted to go home and sleep between the two of us. In the end, they’d end up meeting us elsewhere for drinks and settle for sleeping under him. That’s all a part of being the gay friend I suppose. At some point I expect to run into such a guy in the bathroom, not much unlike the one who cruised me twice at the urinal, but a real gay guy like me, not some horny drunk. We’d probably be washing up and drying our hands on those one dollar paper towels purchased from the attendant who’d look at us with a knowing raised brow. “Night out with the straight buds?” Yeah. Do you feel used sometimes, I’d ask? And we’d like share some kind of moment where I’d point out to him that he still had a little cum on his chin. “Oh thanks, and, well,” What? “You’ve still got a little pussy juice on yours. For more missives by Tony Ratliff check: www.Themestream.com
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