In fact, as my eyes wandered, while he kept thrusting his cock in and out out of my mouth, I saw at least 6 other guys doing the same thing. I was initially embarrassed, but I quickly realized I was not the only boy giving service back there. It was maybe 7.5, cut, tight, shaved balls. I really loved the way his cock felt in my mouth. With no further comment, he pushed me to my knees and slipped his cock in my mouth. He led me to the back of the bar near the pool tables. We chatted, and before long his hands were all over me. He had on Levi's, boots, a leather hat, no shirt with a perfect hairy chest, which doesn't always do it for me. While waiting for a coke at one of the popular leather bars in the Quarter, a very attractive 50ish guy came up next to me. I moved in and out of a few bars enjoying the spectacle of all these horny gay and bisexual men in such close proximity. I put on a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and hiking boots and hit the Quarter.
The Friday night before Labor Day arrived. I met one of my favorite Tops a few months ago during Southern Decadence here in New Orleans.
Having turned 33 this year, I have had time to enjoy sex with several older gentlemen of all sizes, colors, and tastes. I have been interested in older men since I was a teenager.
