“Where do you live?” He enquires. “You ok,” he asked, as I was silent. XXX “Luther,” He says. “Take em all off,” He says, with a wink. Preswick was built like a wrestler and was my first real sexual partner. He started poking and prodding my asshole with his fingers, before Luther’s cock began to enter. We were at eye level and he made contact with mine. He was also a bit of a gigolo, who liked to be paid to service the old drag queens in the bar. We went to my small loft and he became the first guy to take my ass. For weeks I had dreamt of this day, but never thought it would happen. That night when I finally opened the doors and went, the veil of curiosity made me look around and investigate.
