Gay Erotic Stories

The lift door closed noisily behind Mickey as he turned and walked along the darkened corridor. Stopping in front of the last door on the right he knocked. After a second or two the door opened partially a security chain preventing it from opening fully.

“Hello Mickey, What can I do for you?”

“Thought it was about time I visited you again Clint.”

“Really? I was just about to grab a bath mate.”

“I was thinking we could have some fun.””

Oh right mate; in that case come in.”

The door was pushed to and the chain rattled then Clint opened the door fully standing there in a short bath robe. “Come in mate; make yourself at home.”

Mickey stepped inside and walked into the lounge. Clint came in behind him closing the door and sitting on the sofa. “So Mickey what sort of fun did you have in mind?”

“Some of the stuff we used to get up to.”

“Oh right.”

Clint lifted his arms above his head to stretch and at the same time his towelling robe slid from his knees to reveal most of his thighs. He inter-locked his hands and placed them behind his head. “So you fancy some of our old games then?”

“Yes,” Mickey hesitated, “Yes sir.”

Oh I like the sound of that Mickey; why don't you start by taking off your shoes and socks for me?”

Mickey knelt down and quickly removed all of his footwear before standing up again. That's good Mickey now let's see you lose that T-shirt. Mickey took hold of the hem of it and lifted it pulling it over his head before discarding it to one side.

“You're still looking as fit as ever lad. Come and kneel in front of me.”

Mickey walked towards Clint and then sank down onto his knees. Clints robe had become looser revealing some of his chest. He lifted his hands and put them on Mickeys shoulder before slowly running them down the lads chest. Nice and hairy now Mickey. Yes Sir Clints hands went back up from Mickeys stomach and his fingertips stopped when he reached the lads nipples. He pressed his fingers together tightening them and eliciting soft moans from Mickey.

“Like that do you lad?”

“Yes Sir!” Clint turned his fingers slightly twisting Mickey’s nipples. This time Mickey moaned more loudly.

“Like that even more do you?”

“Yes Sir!” The pain was quite intense but not unbearable and Mickey could feel his cock firming up inside his trousers.

“So does that turn you on laddie?”

”Yes Sir!”

“Well we'd better have a look just to check.” Clint loved exercising this sort of power over people. His own hard cock was barely hidden by the robe he was wearing. Stand up for me lad.

Mickey did as he was told and he looked down to watch Clint slowly undo the belt of his jeans. When the belt was un-done Clint opened the stud at the top of Mickey’s jeans and then slid the zip down. He put his hands on the waistband of them and slid them down Mickey’s legs to just below his knees. Mickey’s erect cock was obvious inside his shorts and Clint looked up at Mickey smiling.

“Oh yeah; you're very turned on aren't you laddie? We'll have to do something about that.” He began to fondle Mickey’s balls with one hand whilst a finger of the other ran up and down the shaft of the lads cock. He stopped when he was at the crown and used the tips of his fingers to stimulate Mickey watching as a damp spot began to appear on his shorts.

“Oh you're nice and horny aren't you? All ready for your Uncle Clint to play with you.”

“Yes Sir.”

Mickey had just let his hands hang by his side as Clint messed around with his cock and balls. He found it a terrific turn on to be molested, to be completely and willingly under someone else’s sexual control. For Clint the pleasure came from having a compliant young man who would let him do whatever he wanted to do to him.

“Okay laddie, step out of those trousers and turn around.”

Again Mickey did as he was told and was rewarded with the touch of Clint’s hands on his arse. Clint clasped each buttock and squeezed them tightly.

“Oh very nice and firm Mickey,” he reached for the waistband of the shorts and slid them down so that both of Mickey’s cheeks were exposed. His own chest and legs were showing now and his cock was only covered because the loose toweling belt had yet to slide completely open. Again he took hold of Mickey’s cheeks. This time he massaged them, squeezing and kneading them.

“Oh yes Sir. I like that.”

“Good Mickey. Are you getting harder?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Then this'll get you harder still.” With that Clint leaned forward and ran his tongue up from the top of Mickey’s ball sac all the way along his crack passing over his hole and only stopping at the base of his spine. Then he ran his tongue back down over the same route and up once more but this time stopping over Mickey’s hole. He moved his tongue in small tight circles around the edge and then began to push it in. Mickey groaned in pleasure as Clint’s tongue invaded him. Clint squeezed Mickey’s arse more tightly as he worked his tongue in and around the lad’s arsehole. Then he reached around and pulled Mickey’s shorts down freeing the lads stiff prick and then as he continued to rim the lad he put his hand between his thighs and massaged and squeezed his balls. Clint pulled his head back from Mickey’s arse and with a final squeeze of his sac let go and stood up. By now his robe had become undone and his prick was free pointing upwards.

“Time to feel how turned on you are Mickey I think.” Clint let the robe fall off of his shoulders and stooping slightly he slid his prick between Mickey’s thighs. Then he reached around Mickey’s torso with both hands. One began to run over the lad’s chest and nipples whilst the other was wrapped around his hard cock. As he felt the lad up he moved his hips forward and back feeling his foreskin slide from the end of his prick and then cover it again whilst Mickey held the shaft of his Uncles cock tightly between his thighs.

“Feeling good Mickey?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Just like the first time all over again.” Mickey leaned back against his uncle’s body enjoying the touch of the man who was turning him on so intensely. He thought back to the first time it had happened. When Clint had taught him all about the pleasures men could give to each other’s bodies.

It had been after a night of drinking and Mickey had crashed on the sofa in his uncles flat. He woke the next morning naked and with just a sheet over him. He couldn't remember getting undressed the night before but his morning wood was commanding his attention. He wrapped his hand around it and slowly began wanking himself with his eyes tightly closed imagining a variety of fantasies that turned him on. He didn't hear the door open or notice Clint walk softly in with just a towel around his waist. Clint watched for a while as Mickey fisted his cock. He had enjoyed getting the lad drunk the previous night and taken care to make sure he had one too many shorts. Once back at the flat he had slowly stripped Mickey naked letting hands run all over the lad and even taking pictures of him. Now his own cock was stiffening as he watched Mickey playing with himself. He rubbed himself through his towel and used the tips of his fingers to squeeze the end of his cock.

“Looks like you need it as badly as I do Mickey.” Mickey’s eyes shot open and his hand stopped moving under the sheet.

“Don't stop on my account mate. I'm not going to…” as Mickey watched Clint continued fondling his cock.

“When you've got a morning hardon to deal with mate you gotta do it. Go on Mickey. Show us your technique.” Mickey glanced down Clint’s body and could see the outline of his uncle’s cock under the towel.

“You're right mate; the towel does get in the way.”

Clint stopped feeling himself up and untucked his towel letting it fall to the ground. His stiff prick bounced up and he wrapped his hand back around it and carried on wanking. Mickey was gob-smacked. He hadn't been involved in anything quite so overt before and his eyes kept being drawn back to his uncle’s cock.

“Come on Mickey. Give us a look; show us your technique mate.”?

“Okay Clint, but this is just a bit weird mate.”

“Don't worry about it; most natural thing in the world. Go on, lose the sheet mate.” Mickey pulled the sheet sideways off his body and let it fall to the floor.

“That's better mate, now get yourself back up again. Show us how you knock one out.” By now Clint had moved closer and he was perched on the edge of a high stool stroking his cock whilst looking down at Mickey’s recumbent form. Mickey was playing with himself getting his cock more and stiffer. When he was fully erect he started wanking himself again in his traditional fashion of thumb and forefinger wrapped around his shaft. Clint watched him for a while.

“Always does the trick that way doesn't it mate?”

“Fuck yeah, Clint.”

“You should try some other ways though.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Well this is a bit different but fuck it feels bloody good.” With that he stopped pulling on his cock and wrapped his hand around the sheathed shaft. Then he put the centre of his palm on the end of his knob and began running it around in small circles.

“Oh fucking ‘A’ mate. You ought to try it!” Mickey copied what Clint had done and began the circular palm movement.

“Oh good one Clint, that's really different.”

“Told you so mate.”

By now Clint was on his haunches by the side of the sofa his knees wide apart and his cock still hard, “This is good as well mate.”

As Mickey watched Clint put the tips of his fingers and thumb on the shaft of his cock and whilst he squeezed drew them up towards his crown. Then he reversed direction and pushed down so far that his foreskin was rolled back and the head of his cock touched his palm, “Then at the same time this mate.”

As his right hand stroked his cock in this new to Mickey novel fashion his left hand squeezed and massaged his bollocks as they hung down, “Try it mate.”

Mickey had lost any sense of embarrassment he may have had and eagerly took hold of his cock and balls in this new way, “That's right matey, go for it!”

Clint looked on as Mickey wanked; the lad hadn't said no to any of his suggestions so far. Perhaps now was the right time to take things that bit further, “You enjoying that Mickey?”

“Fuckin good Clint.”

“Yeah, well it's not the best mate.”

Both of the guys were playing with themselves in an almost frenzied fashion by now. Eager to get off but that wasn't what Clint wanted.

“So what's better than this Clint?”

”Well give it a rest for a second mate and I'll show you. Put your hands behind your head and just relax.”

Mickey did as he was told and watched as Clint took his hands off himself and then knelt against the side of the sofa. “Now this might seem a bit odd Mickey boy, but just go with it.”

With that Clint moved his left hand and wrapped it around Mickey’s still hard cock. Clint glanced at Mickey’s face. The lad looked surprised but not unhappy. “That's it mate. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

Slowly he began to wank Mickey; long and firm strokes revealing the lads crown and then covering it entirely. Mickey didn't know what to say or think. He hadn't done anything like this before; letting another guy mess around with cock. But he was enjoying it. The nearest he'd got to this was when he and Dagenham Dave had wanked together after a lot of beer and watching a porn film.

“Isn't this a bit bent Clint?”

“Nah mate. It's only bent if you do it with blokes all the time. This is just healthy curiosity.”

Clint continued wanking Mickey’s cock in long slow strokes. Mickey closed his eyes and just enjoyed the pleasure of a hand on his cock that wasn't his own. Suddenly Clint’s hand had released his prick. He opened his eyes to see Clint looking down at him, “Just remembered mate, this really adds to it.”

As Mickey watched Clint licked his left hand until it was slick with spit. Then he wrapped it around Mickey’s cock again and continued pulling the lad off. “Think you're gonna shoot yet Mickey?”

“Not yet Clint.”

“Well this might shock you but it'll get you a bit nearer to blowing your load.” As he finished saying this Clint pulled down on Mickey’s cock and then leaned over his wet lips sliding over the lads crown and down the hard shaft. Mickey gasped as the warmth of Clint’s mouth engulfed his hard cock. He saw Clint glance sideways at him before drawing his mouth back up the length of his cock. As Mickey looked down the length of his body to see Clint slowly sucking him off he was appalled yet so horned up he couldn't ask the guy to stop. Clint sucked on and licked Mickey’s prick. Should he get the lad to shoot now or keep the pleasure going for longer? His own cock was still rock hard and pressed up against the sofa. He desperately wanted Mickey to suck him off or even just wank him. He came up for air and just left his hand loosely holding Mickey’s cock.

“So is that alright?”

“Fuck yeah Clint.”

“Not too bent for you?” He smiled at Mickey.

“If that's bent I want more of it mate!”

“Yeah? Well you gotta give a little to get a little mate.”

A frown crossed Mickey’s features, “Like what?”

Clint’s hand released Mickey’s cock and he leaned back so his still hard cock was in view, “He could do with a bit of attention mate.”

Clint shuffled sideways in front of the sofa, “Go on mat--just a bit of a tug.”

Slowly Mickey moved his left hand from under his head and reached towards Clint. Yeah go on Mickey. Just cop a feel for a bit. Tentatively Mickey straightened his arm until his palm was just under Clint’s balls. He raised it and slowly started to fondle Clint’s sac.

“Yeah that's it mate. Give us a grope.”

Mickey was unsure about what he was doing but it seemed only fair to turn his uncle on as much as he had been turned on. His fingers stopped caressing Clint’s bollocks and he curled them around the hard shaft. Slowly he started to wank Clint.

“Oh yeah Mickey, that's nice.”

Clint put his hands on his heels and let Mickey play with his cock. This was turning out better than he thought it would. “Yeah keep playing with it mate.”

As Mickey firmly wanked Clint he reached across to Mickey’s cock which had stayed hard all this time and clenched it in his fist. He began to mimic the motions that Mickey was enacting on his shaft. Mickey’s head was in a whirl. Here he was naked on a Sunday morning wanking off his uncle whilst his uncle was doing the same to him and he was loving it.

“Tell you what Mickey, move around a bit and I'll join you--gotta be a lot easier if we're both on the sofa.”

“Uh…okay Clint.”

Temporarily both of the guys let go of each other as Mickey turned on his side. Clint climbed onto the sofa and they both began masturbating each other again. Now that they were lying head to toe Clint began interspersing his wanks of Mickey’s cock with the occasional lick of the lads exposed crown. Mickey’s moans of pleasure told him that he was doing the right thing. Now if only Mickey would. As Mickey wanked his uncle he looked at the firm cock in his hand. He could just have a lick or a taste couldn't he? Just to find out. Just to share the pleasure. He pushed all caution and doubt to the wind. Put out his tongue and ran it over the head of Clint’s cock. He heard Clint moan in much the same way that he had. It wasn't the unpleasant experience he had expected; perhaps a slightly salty tang but nothing more. He did it again but this time he let his tongue linger slowly running all around the end of Clint’s cock. Realising that Clint was no longer licking his cock he looked down his body to see Clint smiling at him.

“Oh very nice Mickey--just fuckin’ right!”

With that Clint opened his mouth and engulfed as much as Mickey’s cock as he could. He moved his head back and forth and ran his tongue over as much of Mickey’s cock as he could. While Clint sucked on him Mickey grew more adventurous and wrapped his lips around the end of Clint’s cock. Suddenly Clint pushed forwards with his hips and his cock slid into Mickey’s mouth. Mickey almost gagged but he soon became accustomed to his uncles cock in his mouth and began sucking on it as enthusiastically as Clint was sucking on his. Clint was in heaven now that he had got Mickey sucking him off. As he gobbled on the lads cock he used his right hand to squeeze his arse and gradually moved his hand towards the lad’s crack.

He began running a finger up and down it. Mickey didn't know what to make of the new sensations running through him. Nobody had ever frigged his arse like this before yet it felt very pleasurable. He lifted his right leg causing Clint to take his hand away but he replaced it quickly and now it was between the lad’s legs his middle finger now running around his tight and virginal hole. Clint let Mickey’s cock slip from his mouth.

“This is fucking great Mickey, but I just might shoot my load soon.”

Mickey stopped sucking Clint. “Okay’ dunno if I could take a mouthful of jizz anyway.”

“It's not so bad mate, but how about I show you another pleasure?”

Mickey grinned, “Well it's all been good so far. I'll try anything you wanna show me.”

“Good lad; so get on your back again.”

Clint slipped off the sofa whilst Mickey turned so that he was lying like Clint asked him to. “Okay. Now lift your legs up and hold them back with your hands behind your knees so I can see that nice arse of yours.”

Mickey did as he was told.

“Now you may feel pretty silly Mickey mate but I think you'll like this,” Clint got back on the sofa and put his hands on Mickey’s arse cheeks. He was kneeling with the lad’s arse in front of him his own cock still rock hard. He leaned forward and ran his tongue from Mickey’s nuts all the way down his crack. Then he went back up further moistening Mickey’s sweaty arse.

“Any good Mickey?”

“Oh fuck me Clint; you can do that as much as you like.”

“Oh I will matey.”

Clint shoved his face into Mickey’s arse his tongue pushing forcefully into the lad’s hole. As he tongue fucked the guy he wanked the lads cock as well. Mickey couldn't open his arse up enough for Clint’s tongue. He had never felt anything like this before. Nobody he had slept with had taught him how much pleasure his own arse could give him. Clint lifted his head.

“Ready for something bigger than my tongue Mickey?”

“Fuck yeah!”

Clint smiled to himself and put his middle finger in his mouth soaking it with spit. Then he ran it around the edge of Mickey’s hole before gently starting to push it in the lad. “Fuck that's big Clint.”

“Just relax Mickey; let me in and it'll start to feel really good.”

Mickey tried to relax as he was fingered. He had never imagined somebody putting a part of themselves inside him but now he was willingly letting his uncle invade his arse. Slowly more of Clint’s finger entered Mickey until his knuckles were pressing against his arse cheeks.

“There you go Mickey. I'm right inside you. How does this feel?” Clint moved his finger and touched the spot inside Mickey that would get the lad off.

“Fuck Clint. That's something else!”

“Good, now I'm gonna let you know what it feels like to be fucked.” Clint slowly withdrew his finger and then pushed it back in. Gradually he picked up a rhythm and slid his finger more speedily in and out of Mickey’s arse.

“Oh God Clint, I'm gonna blow!”

“Not yet mate,” Clint pulled his finger out of Mickey’s arse.

“So how about that cock of yours fucking a bloke?”

“What? You want me to shag you?”

“Oh yeah Mickey, put your legs down.”

Mickey did as he was told and stretched out his legs on either side of Clint. His prick was still hard albeit leaking precum copiously. “ So I'm gonna mount you and I want you to fuck me, you up for that?”

“Yeah, I'm up for anything right now.”

“Good lad.”

Clint shuffled forwards and lifted his legs so that he was kneeling across Mickey’s torso. He lowered himself down so that Mickey’s cock was running along his crack. Then he began sliding back and forth wanking Mickey’s prick with his arse. His hole and crack soon became slick with Mickey’s pre-cum.

“Right Mickey; time to ride you.” He lifted himself up slightly and reached behind him for Mickey’s stiff prick. He guided it to his hole and then slowly sank down feeling the lad slide into him. Mickey gasped as his cock was gripped by Clint’s arse. Slowly his cock slid up inside his Uncle until his balls were pressing against his cheeks.

“Nice cock Mickey…nice and hard.” he leaned down so that his chest and belly were pressing against Mickey’s . Now start pulling in and out Mickey. Give me a fucking good seeing to!”

Mickey started sliding his cock in and out of Clint gradually picking up speed, “Oh yeah Mickey. That's right. Get it right up inside me.” Clint’s face was just above Mickey’s contorting with every thrust of the lads cock entering him. Suddenly Clint kissed Mickey forcing his tongue into the surprised guy’s mouth.

“Oh yeah. Yeah fuck me Mickey!”

Clint began kissing Mickey again. His lips caressing all of the young lad’s face. Mickey was taken aback by the kissing but didn't find it that unpleasant. This was a morning of firsts for him and snogging a bloke with tongues was nothing compared to what he had already got up to.

“Oh yeah! You dirty little cunt—fuckin’ shove it right in me!”

Mickey was pumping his prick in and out of Clint as fast as he could. He was sure he was going to come soon. Automatically he had put his arms around Clint and now he was squeezing and kneading the guys arse, pulling his cheeks apart as he fucked him trying to get more of his cock inside his Uncle.

‘Oh yeah Mickey; I'm gonna Cum!”

Clint lifted himself off Mickey and as they both looked Clint covered Mickey’s stomach and chest with cum; as he shot his load his arse gripped Mickey’s prick tightly bringing the lad off too.

“I'm cumming!”

“Yeah Mickey, shoot it in me!”

As he was coming Clint reached down to Mickey’s chest and gently pinched his nipples. Oh fuck yeah Clint. Clint smiled as he imagined the pleasure coursing through Mickey. He eased himself upwards and let Mickey’s cock slide from inside him.

“Guess it's time for us to shower mate.”

“Fuck yeah Clint!”

That had been the first of many sessions Clint and Mickey had had together and whenever Mickey was horny he could rely on his Uncle to help get him off, which was certainly something he was doing now. Clint’s prick felt good between his legs and the hands on his nipples and prick were getting him more and more horny.

“So what fantasy are you up for today Mickey?”

As they had met up for more and more sex together the guys had invented scenarios and fantasies that turned each other on. Mickey thought for a moment as Clint continued to grope and feel him up.

“How about the interrupted shower?”

“Oh nice one Mickey.”

Clint slipped his prick out from between Mickey’s thighs and let his hands fall from the lad’s body, “Okay matey; get in that shower and I'll be in, in a minute or two.”

Mickey ambled over to the bathroom. This was a fantasy he really enjoyed enacting. Between them they had made up and acted out so many. The games teacher and lad in footie shorts; the man creeping into the lad’s bedroom at night, the pizza deliveryman delivering more than just food. Clint had even persuaded Mickey to tie his wrists together whilst he naked and then with his hands roped high above him had asked the lad to thrash his backside with a cane. Clint must have enjoyed it. His cock had stayed rock hard throughout the beating until Mickey finally wanked him off. Mickey pulled the bathroom door shut behind him and stepped into the shower cubicle. It was easily large enough for two. He started the water running and stepped under the jets. Once he was wet he picked up the bottle of gel and squeezed some into his hands. Then he began to lather up his body. Although he knew what was going to happen next he tried to keep his mind off it.

Soon enough though he heard the bathroom door open and then a voice, “Sorry mate; didn't realise there was anyone in here. The door wasn't locked.”

“That's alright mate, I won't be long.”

Mickey turned to see Clint in his boxers carrying a towel over his shoulders and he caught the guy glancing down at his own soapy crotch. The scenario they had devised was a simple one. Two mates living in a shared house get it on with each other. Look mate. Any chance I can jump in with you? I gotta be somewhere else real soon. Err okay mate, if you're in a real hurry.”

“Cheers mate.”

Clint pulled the towel from around his neck and dumped it to one side. Then he slid his boxers down and off before stepping into the shower. Carefully both guys showered sharing the jet of water alternately to get them lathered up.

“Oi mate, you couldn't do us a favour and just rub me back down?”

“Err, okay mate.”

Cheers; I buggered me shoulder playing footie and it's a right sod reaching round.”

Clint stood with his back to Mickey who put his hands on his neck and then ran them down his mate’s back. “Ah that's nice mate. Yeah go on. All the way down.”

Mickey’s hands had stopped at the small of Clint’s back before working their way back up. Now on the down stroke he ran his hands over the globes of Clint’s arse. “That's nice mate; get a bit closer if you like. You could reach round and rinse me chest down.”

“Oh, okay mate--if you're sure?”\ “Certainly ‘am mate!”

By now Mickey’s cock was half hard but he moved forward anyway and put his arms under Clint’s, which were against the shower wall. His chest and stomach were pressed against Clint’s back and his cock was now between Clint’s buttocks. He began running his hands over Clint’s chest ostensibly removing the suds but when his fingers traversed over the guys nipples he could feel how hard they were. Clint shuffled his feet back a little and now Mickey’s firmer cock was held between Clint’s cheeks.

“Seems like you like soaping a mate down.”

“Er yeah.”

“That's alright mate, I'm enjoying it too. Why don't you reach down and check it out?”

“Are you sure mate?”

“Wouldn't say so otherwise mate.”

Mickey’s hands slid down Clint’s chest and over his stomach. They reached the treasure trail of fur and carried on until they met Clint’s stiff prick. “Yeah go on mate. Give it a feel. I ain't gonna say anything.”

Slowly Mickey wrapped one hand around Clint’s shaft and the other cupped his balls. He began wanking Clint and massaging the guy’s balls and at the same time his cock was hardening and pressing against Clint’s arse.

“Oh that's good mate; wank me off--get nice and rough. Just like a bird don't!”

Mickey gave Clint all he wanted. He liked having another guys cock in his hands. It was power and submission and yet also dominance and pleasure from another point of view, “Oh yeah mate, fuckin’ good. You gonna slip that cock where it knows it wanna go?”

“You sure mate?”

“Fuck yeah. Slip it up there!”

Whilst carrying on wanking Clint Mickey moved back so his cock could spring upwards. Then bending slightly at the knee the end of his cock touched Clint’s hole and he started pushing forwards slowly entering his mate.

“Oh you're there mate, push right home.”

As his engorged prick slid into Clint Mickey couldn't help thinking about how different this was from the sex he had had with girls. Buggery was about dominating another guy yet the guy had to acquiesce as well. It was sex with an equal. Not that girls weren't equal they just weren't the same.

“Oh yeah, all the way mate.”

Mickey’s prick was almost all inside Clint now. He pushed from his hips until he felt his bollocks press against Clint’s arse, “That's good mate, now give it to me!”

Mickey started bucking his hips backwards and forwards sliding his prick in and out of Clint’s arse. At the same time he was fisting the guys cock determined to make him blow.

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck me mate. Yeah wank me off. Fuckin’ give it to me!”

Mickey felt his balls tighten and knew he was gonna shoot, “Oh gonna blow mate.” At the same time that Clint shot his load against the shower wall Mickey erupted up his mates arse. For a few seconds they leant quietly against each other and then as Mickey became softer he slipped from Clint. The other man turned to face him and kissed him deeply.

“Right you, back to the square; there's other men to pleasure and be pleasured by.”